<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117</id><updated>2009-10-12T20:16:39.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just woot.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-4033668519812088678</id><published>2009-06-22T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:55:07.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>Getting Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I'm starting to sleep again... Actually it's become the opposite where I now just want to sleep! I think it's moved from emotional stress to emotional exhaustion but as ridiculous as it sounds, I would rather sleep than not... Other than being in Vegas, I have never stayed up, especially just laying in bed in the dark, all night at home before &amp;amp; well, it was shitty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason last night, the song, "All Cried Out" got into my head &amp;amp; so I looked up the lyrics. Sans it being about a relationship, this is basically how I eventually want to end up... I am happy to say about 77% there yet I just need to release the last 23%. That will most likely happen by the end of the week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't know the song or can't remember it, I linked it in the title. I was originally was going to post the mid 90's remake but I thought that we all (well, maybe just me) needs a good laugh &amp;amp; to feel a lil better so I have posted it OG with Lisa Lisa &amp;amp; the Cult Jam. Enjoy an "as legit as it was" 80's video!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=16shEIbNVmo"&gt;All Cried Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Girl]&lt;br /&gt;All alone on a Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;Outside I see the rain is falling, whoa...&lt;br /&gt;Inside I'm slowly dying&lt;br /&gt;But the rain will hide my crying, crying, crying&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know my tears will burn the pillow&lt;br /&gt;Set this place on fire 'cause I'm tired of your lies&lt;br /&gt;All I needed was a simple "Hello"&lt;br /&gt;But the traffic was so noisy that you could not hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I gave you my love in vain&lt;br /&gt;My body never knew such pleasure&lt;br /&gt;My heart never knew such pain&lt;br /&gt;And you, you leave me so confused&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm all cried out&lt;br /&gt;Over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Boy]&lt;br /&gt;Oh you, all over you, ooh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never wanted to see things your way&lt;br /&gt;I had to go astray&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why was I such a fool&lt;br /&gt;Now I see that the grass is greener [Girl: Why, oh why...]&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late for me to find my way home&lt;br /&gt;How could I be so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Girl]&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know the hurt will cause an inferno&lt;br /&gt;Romance up in flames&lt;br /&gt;Why should I take the blame?&lt;br /&gt;You were the one who left me neglected [Boy: Oh, no no no...I'm so sorry]&lt;br /&gt;Apology not accepted&lt;br /&gt;Add me to the broken hearts you've collected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I gave you all of me [Boy: Gave me all of you]&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know&lt;br /&gt;You would weaken so easily&lt;br /&gt;I, I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm all cried out [Boy: I'm all...]&lt;br /&gt;Over you [Boy: All cried out too...whoa, whao..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Girl]&lt;br /&gt;I, I gave you my love in vain&lt;br /&gt;My body never knew such pleasure&lt;br /&gt;My heart never knew such pain&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Boy]&lt;br /&gt;I left you so confused!&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm all cried out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Girl]&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm all cried out&lt;br /&gt;Over you......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-4033668519812088678?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4033668519812088678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=4033668519812088678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4033668519812088678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4033668519812088678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-better.html' title='Getting Better'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-7684377322690838555</id><published>2009-06-19T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T03:34:26.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>ugh, this sucks.</title><content type='html'>**Editor's note: Flat out- I'm a mess. Because of that, some posts may be really strong &amp;amp; emotionally driven. Things will come out that some people won't agree with &amp;amp; some that may make others think I should be in a padded room. Please know that I am on here to show I don't need the padded room. When I'm not &amp;amp; you're worried, then contact to make sure I wasn't transferred to one.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2:06 am &amp;amp; I can't sleep. Today really kicked my ass. I haven't had a day like this in a while, especially to the degree of today's emotional level. HO tried doing a "tough love" bit on me but that didn't work... I felt it was too soon to do. Today should have been more of, "This is shitty but let it out" day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up admitted more of the "issue" to my mother. As much as it hurt to do, she was very understanding. Yes, she took 4 seconds to scold me yet took the rest of the day to be as understanding and compassionate as a person can be. It made me feel good. It truly did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem though is that I can't seem to find the compassion for myself. I can't stop being upset over everything! I've been told by quite a few people that I need to be but I just can't bring myself to feel that way towards myself. For some reason, I can feel all the compassion for anyone else, who honestly &amp;amp; truly deserve it. Not the fucking stupid, god damn ignorant, piece of shit, basic cancers to society that I know of or have on a list of actual people I unfortunately know. It's not that I feel I belong on that list (NOT AT ALL!) but I also don't want to have compassion for myself. It's more that I'm just so pissed, let alone disappointed I could have EVER gotten into a situation like this. I feel like a hypocrite, a loser &amp;amp; just a stupid shit. Honestly, I'm not writing this for others to be like, "No...". I'm writing this to let people know that I'm learning more about life &amp;amp; it sucks. It sucks A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, I never imagined life would be this way. I imagined that life was a basic cut out &amp;amp; you either go this way or that way. I know its a good thing that it isn't yet to ever think it would go this way just SUCKS!!! I knew there were bad people in the world but maliciously horrendous cocksuckers who prey on people? Wow. It's just mind blowing. I know that there have been people like this since the dawn of time but how has it just gotten worse? Like really, how???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate I can't sleep. I hate that I think I may have to start taking something to help me sleep. I hate that I can't hire a hit man man or even just take the pleasure of getting rid of a cancer to society. I hate the system. I really am just a huge cluster fuck mess of hate right now &amp;amp; I hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-7684377322690838555?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7684377322690838555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=7684377322690838555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7684377322690838555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7684377322690838555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/06/ugh-this-sucks.html' title='ugh, this sucks.'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-5641750742534023240</id><published>2009-06-18T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T03:30:16.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>pure vent</title><content type='html'>In a span of 3 hours, today has been SUCH a roller coaster of emotions! I honestly don't remember the last time I had such  a feeling of low to feeling high within 1.5 seconds. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started this morning-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I haven't been sleeping well. The past few nights, my bedtime has been around 3 am. My body is just so stressed &amp;amp; out of it &amp;amp; I hate it. So, going to bed at 3, usually nothing would wake me up 3 &amp;amp; 1/2 hours later... Well, at 6:15, HO called needing a ride. For me to hear, actually feel the vibrations of the phone next to my head is the ONLY reason why I picked up my phone. To get into why I had to give HO a ride would just be too long, draining &amp;amp; ridiculous right now but I will get into it one day... But anyways, back to the subject here, which is me... =)~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I get up &amp;amp; give him a ride. I'm super tired &amp;amp; wondering why I'm driving but it was for a good reason. All I can think though is that I can't wait til I get home &amp;amp; to get back into bed. I get back, get the puppies &amp;amp; go back to bed to sleep... but now I can't sleep. So I figure, "Let me listen to &lt;a href="http://www.kroq-data.com/kevinandbean/index.asp"&gt;Kevin &amp;amp; Bean&lt;/a&gt;". While listening to K&amp;amp;B, they mentioned they were going to have a dream interpreter. I was quite intrigued since I have always had very intense &amp;amp; even some recurring dreams so I figured, "Hey, I should call in"... Ok, I know that I'm on the radio often yet I call when it's a topic or a trivia game. When it's something along the lines of  a mass amount of people trying to call in to be one of like 3 to be able to ask a question, it's nearly impossible... Well, what do you know? I got through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was on hold, I was trying to think of what exactly to ask. I mean, I am a HUGE dream person. My father &amp;amp; I love talking about dreams and we always try to figure out what it all means. Of all the dreams I thought about asking, "What does this mean?", I pick a recurring one that has been around for half my life. It usually comes at least 4-6 times a year yet it has been coming more like once or twice a month. It really haunts me cuz it starts out ok yet turns scary. All it is- a big wave of water. They're not like a 5, 10, 15 foot waves- they're easily 50-100 feet tall! I can have the most normal of dreams &amp;amp; then out of the blue, I'm @ the beach &amp;amp; I start to see the build up of the wave. Through out the years, lil things change about it. I try running away/outsmarting it &amp;amp; the wave at times looks like its been drawn like a funny cartoon yet every time, it hits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the last call they took on the radio. They were very nice &amp;amp; understanding. The guy informs me that in any dream that consists of water means emotion. Alright- huge wave of emotion. I get it. Alright, it started with being diagnosed with my thyroid condition. HUGE turning point &amp;amp; really affected my life/emotions thought, through out the years, I have learned to deal &amp;amp; take care of it. It still bothers me but I notice that these wave dreams come around when HUGE emotional stuff is going on. When I was listening to the playback, I heard myself start to tear up in the end. As much as it may have been for the thyroid, it was more for the "issue" going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get into the "issue" just yet. Some things still need to be sorted out yet most likely, the story of the "issue" will be coming soon. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 15-20 mins after I was on the radio, I got just the most devastating news about it. It was official. I hit rock bottom. I was inconsolable and crying like a kid who is on the verge of throwing up &amp;amp; not being able to breath out of my nose. I just couldn't believe what I was hearing. HOW COULD THIS BE?!?! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!?!? WHY DID THIS HAPPEN!?!?! WHAT IS GOING ON??? To top it off, the asshole who was giving me this information was a emotionless as fuck. I think that's what hurt even more. Then he couldn't even give me proper information so I then had to make calls &amp;amp; find it out myself, all while trying to compose myself. It was truly hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it picks up- I literally just had everything sucked out of me. I don't even know how I was standing. I hung up with the nice lady who was being as helpful as possible while trying to tell me I'll be ok. Then, I get a Facebook notice on my phone. It said I had a private message sent to me &amp;amp; when I saw the name of the person who sent it to me, I went into shock. I then did my infamous "thinking semi-pessimistically" and figured it was a spam virus &amp;amp; I was a "lucky one" who got the message! Well, I was wrong! This person heard me on the radio &amp;amp; was excited to hear me on there. This person actually recognized my voice before they even heard it was me! I HAVEN'T SEEN/SPOKE (sans email) WITH THIS PERSON IN OVER 7 YEARS!!! and knew it was me. To even get into who this person is would take forever &amp;amp; 2 days but this is someone who is a very amazing human being &amp;amp; I have felt this way for quite sometime. If for some reason this person is reading this, thank you. You made me go from feeling like pond scam to flying high as a kite in 1.5 seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe this all happened within 3 hours, all before 9:30 in the morning? Would you also believe that the last part all happened with 30 mins? Me neither... but it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... to end this, I ask a question- did all this happen for a reason? Did HO needing a ride, not being able to go back to sleep, having to listen to K&amp;amp;B, going on the radio, get a devastating phone call to then get an amazing message all happen for a reason? If not, well, this is some funky ass world we live in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-5641750742534023240?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5641750742534023240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=5641750742534023240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5641750742534023240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5641750742534023240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/06/pure-vent.html' title='pure vent'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-5867193401091831388</id><published>2009-06-12T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:41:58.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>"It's been a long time...</title><content type='html'>... Shouldn't have left you, without a dope beat to step to..."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi. I don't even know what to really say. To say that the past year has been a roller coaster would be an understatement. I'm ashamed, disappointed and kinda pissed that I didn't write on here when it probably would have helped me release some of the stuff that I needed to. The problem was I just couldn't bring myself to. I didn't have the energy. It just sucked. I know I've said/mentioned something like this about 6 months ago but it seemed like everything just took a nosedive and I just lost a lot of motivation. I hope that I will one day be able to write about everything that has happened but as of right now, it's probably not best until everything is done, taken care of &amp;amp; the outcome is what I would want it to be or just at least a positive one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of right now, I'm getting a lil better. I actually just got laid off and as much as that would be looked @ as a bad thing, it's actually the best thing for me right now. I need time to fix myself emotionally, mentally &amp;amp; physically. I'm calling this my "Carpe Diem" moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a way to get back into the swing of things, I'm going to try to come on here to write. You know, I don't find myself to be a great, even good, writer but I want to try &amp;amp; be. Even if I just come on here &amp;amp; post pics of the "PUPPIES", it's doing something! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a few posts from tax season that I finally posted &amp;amp; I'll try posting tonight or tomorrow my "25 things" &amp;amp; "50 questions". 37 years later but it'll finally be done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for those who read this, yes, I'm here, semi-functioning and trying to just get on with life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for coming by &amp;amp; take care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-5867193401091831388?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5867193401091831388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=5867193401091831388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5867193401091831388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5867193401091831388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-long-time.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s been a long time...'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-5400635569585737895</id><published>2009-02-21T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:09:54.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging on the road'/><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So after last week of wanting to throw myself in "puppy lake" &amp;amp; just end it ALL, thanks to the massive head cold &amp;amp; bronchitis I got, I am now back on the road with my dad! Here we go-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:27- Arrive at our first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. in Chino (approx. 35 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; from where we live) &amp;amp; they are actually new clients that were referred to us by a VERY good &amp;amp; close family friend of ours. It's a couple with a 8 month old baby girl. The woman is my age. Well, actually, I'm older than her, which I find weird &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I sometimes can't wrap my mind that I should really call &amp;amp; consider myself a woman but I still think I'm about 10-15 years younger than my actual age! I know, I'm odd. Ya don't need to remind me of that! :)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the chick (there we go, I'll use the word chick!) is Hawaiian &amp;amp; is a Hawaiian dancer. She does competitions all around! Her &amp;amp; her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; family seem really sweet &amp;amp; she has a head on her shoulders. She, as we speak, is working at a law firm AND is also going to school to become a lawyer! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt; for her! I could NEVER go to law school... Too much for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, everything turned out really well doing their return &amp;amp; my dad told her &amp;amp; her husband how to properly claim on their W-4s! All &amp;amp; all, good experience! Glad they were referred to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!! I almost forgot! Talk about small world shit! So as much as LBS thinks I am an asshole &amp;amp; thinks that I talk shit about her &amp;amp; call her a bitch, I talk about how much of an AMAZING manager she is @ her salon. See, whenever I mention my sister is a manager of a tanning salon, I usually get the "Oh. That's nice.", assuming that she's an airhead &amp;amp; doesn't know her ass from a hole in the ground... Well, let me tell you, that is SO far from the truth! My sister is truly brilliant &amp;amp; knows her shit when it comes to the tanning industry! She goes to conventions, has taken classes on the side to learn about different products &amp;amp; beds and teaching her employees how to become better at their jobs! My sister has such a repartee with most of her clients that a lot of them always stay around &amp;amp; talk to her! LBS has done mind blowing things to that salon and the owner should be on his hands &amp;amp; knees EVERY night thanking the heavens she came into his life. If it wasn't for her, he would so be up shits creek without a damn paddle! She runs everything for him while he can go &amp;amp; either work somewhere else or take care of other things in his life... So small world shit- the chick we just went to see has gone a few times to my sister's salon to tan and was never informed of the salon before by our family friend! Small world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the next house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:36- At our next house. My father &amp;amp; I for the life of us could not figure out where we were going! Turns out they're clients who used to live in Anaheim (which is approx. 25-30 from Corona) near where my grandparents. My dad actually tried to talk them into buying my grandparents place when it was on the market again but they decided to move here. At least its an older house. The reason for being appreciative of that- when you buy a home out in Riverside &amp;amp; San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bernadino&lt;/span&gt; counties that was built in about the mid 90's to about now, you're paying an extra tax called &lt;a href="http://www.mello-roos.com/pdf/mrpdf.pdf"&gt;Mella-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Roos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like this was a quickie so we're on our way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:27- At a house in corona valley, aka- a "city" that was created about 7 years ago due to ALL the new houses that were being built in corona (riverside county). We have quite a few clients out here. At least you can say that these houses are beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this house we're at right now has a semi-funny yet irritating for them story. See, for some reason, whenever we're schedule to come to their house, we're either unbelievably late (like 2-3 hours) or we have to reschedule them! Today, we were about 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; early &amp;amp; they were in shock! Hell, the wife went shopping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; she knows we're always late! My dad finished their return within 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; the wife came home right when he was done! She was in shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, on to the next house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:12- So we're now at a client's house that my dad has known for about 30 years. I will flat out say that they are one of my favorites! I met them about 5 years ago. When I met the wife, she told me this incredible story about my uncle Jorge- about 30 years when she was applying for a job, she couldn't read or write in English. Well, it turned out she was applying to work where my uncle did &amp;amp; he saw that she was struggling so he helped her fill out her job application &amp;amp; because of him, she got the job &amp;amp; got to retire there after, whew, like 35 years! That was the type of man my uncle Jorge was but I'll tell the story about him later....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, let's actually go back to this morning before we even left the house- I was in the kitchen, getting ready for the day when the phone ran. It was the wife of this great couple. She called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; she wanted to make us a nice meal for when we went over to see them this afternoon. I was so touched to have someone think &amp;amp; care for us like that! So she started naming off things she could make us &amp;amp; she then mentioned some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;carnitas&lt;/span&gt; that she had for us a few years ago &amp;amp; I yelled, "YES!". I've been waiting ALL day for this meal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a reason why she also wanted to make us this meal- See, last year when we went to their house, my dad (I think) was going into some kind of diabetic shock. About 2 houses before them, my dad has these clients who have oranges in their backyard that you would maybe only find @ a farmer's market! They're huge, sweet &amp;amp; the juice is out of this world! My dad praises the juice yet he doesn't realize that being a diabetic, ON INSULIN, he can NOT drink that stuff or maybe he can have a small cup to taste it. Well, despite all my warnings &amp;amp; trying to care for him, he had about 3-5 FULL glasses of orange juice. I was pretty pissed. Not as pissed as I was when we were at this couple's house &amp;amp; he starts saying, "um, my vision is blurry". Then informs me, "Oh, I don't feel well". I look @ him and he's all clammy, pale and just looks ill! He eventually goes to lay down &amp;amp; I just start to tear up. The fantastic couple tried to help out by giving him water &amp;amp; the wife made him a salad with olive oil dressing. They helped me take care of him &amp;amp; I was truly grateful for their generosity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's the reason for the meal she made us! She also made my dad this really colorful salad that he had 2 big servings of! The meal was absolutely everything I imagined it would be, maybe even better! Even though I ate like a damn pig, still thinking of the food makes my mouth water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we were so early, we end up staying for about 2 hours just visiting &amp;amp; talking with the couple! It was a perfect treat to a pretty good day so far. I will DEFINITELY be sending a Thank You card to her for everything her &amp;amp; her husband did for us! Oh &amp;amp; she even gave us the rest of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;carnitas&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; beans! I left as a very happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; manatee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to the next house.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; - We get to the house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; the people thought it was for next weekend. It worked out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we'll be about 2 miles away from them next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I inform my father that I'm going to go find a AT&amp;amp;T store b/c my phone is on the verge of death &amp;amp; my car charger is dead! So while he went to see the new client, who we find out that the last guy who did his past tax returns claimed he has about $26,000 of job "expenses" when he gets a W-2, I was going to try &amp;amp; find an AT&amp;amp;T store... Well, it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; adventure. See, for most of you who may read this, you have NO idea where or what the city of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; looks like. It's truly one of the MAJOR armpits of Southern California! Yet according to the navigation system, it said I was about a mile &amp;amp; a half away from one. So I punch it in &amp;amp; let it take me there. When I arrive to the address, it was a residential area. I could have gone up to the door &amp;amp; asked if they sold a car charger for a blackberry but I was pretty sure my response would have been, "QUE?!" So no luck on the car charger&amp;amp; my phone will most likely die in a matter of an hour but at least it was a  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; adventure around the even MORE ghetto side of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;COLTON&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go pick up dad &amp;amp; end up going back to Corona Valley for the last 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;appts&lt;/span&gt;. of the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:17- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I am in shock! What I am witnessing here I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;thought I would hear or see! Brace yourselves, this is a heartbreaking story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Alright, I have also known these people for about 4-5 years now. When I met them, they were trying their hardest to have a baby, even going to MEXICO to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;IVF&lt;/span&gt; treatments!!! (BTW- side note, we had come by this house earlier yet the husband had to go run an errand about 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; away. We didn't think much of it since EVERYONE knows my dad runs late &amp;amp; they probably thought, "oh my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. is at 2, I'll be home by 3:30!" We took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of people by surprise today! But for some reason, I asked my dad, "Why did they go to Mexico to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;IVF&lt;/span&gt;? Did they not have insurance?" Well, the answer was no. I then understood why they went down there, since it was cheaper, yet I mentioned to my dad, "I wonder if there would any side affects for going down there...." OK, back to the story!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we walk inside and I had noticed that the wife was missing. I found it out since she always greeted us &amp;amp; she was the one that had everything ready &amp;amp; prepared for us. I must have taken my time walking in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; all I heard was, "She's living at her mom's" &amp;amp; "I think it's over". The guy went to go get some more stuff &amp;amp; I looked @ my dad &amp;amp; he gave me a look like, "Yup, you heard right." I was just like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;NOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!" but in a whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad does his best to do the tax return to the best of his abilities since the wife took like ALL the paperwork! He only had a few things but I guess he's going to try &amp;amp; get the rest of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, fair warning- this is a truly sad story. Just thinking of it, it gives me the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;sads&lt;/span&gt;" all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Editor's note- After writing the whole incident, I informed my folks &amp;amp; PH that I mentioned it in my blog. Well, they think that due to the nature of the story &amp;amp; how devastatingly sad it is that I should take that part out. To sum up what basically happened to the couple- the wife pulled a "Chris Brown" b/c she has turned into "Britney being locked up in her bathroom, before they wheeled her off to the psych ward"! Yeah. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:49- Now that I am this distraught mess, we end up at this really cool &amp;amp; really funny couple's house. It worked out perfectly that they were after our last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; b/c they were not only able to make my dad &amp;amp; I laugh but they were also a half a mile away! Both the husband &amp;amp; wife work for the county as engineers &amp;amp; make a pretty decent living at it! Right when we're about to leave, the husband gives me this HUGE 42 oz. bag of M&amp;amp;Ms &amp;amp; says, "Here. These are for your mom. She'll know why she's getting them." I'm all confused so I go outside to call her &amp;amp; she remembered that b/c she squeezed him in for today, she told him the payment for doing that would be a bag of M&amp;amp;Ms. When I told her it was a 42 oz. bag, she was all, "DAMN! I just wanted a small bag but hell, it'll last!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done here. Off to the last house of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:57- Man, I thought this would be kind of a quickie but it's FAR from that! The worst part? They don't even have everything they need! It's not their fault though. It's amazing how much of assholes companies are these days. These people were still waiting for some 1099s yet about 4-6 companies hadn't sent them out yet! 1099s &amp;amp; W-2s are due to the Feds by the 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this month, let alone to everyone else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the background story about these people- The husband was making great money at a company doing pavement work &amp;amp; whatnot. Well, he decided that he should just go out on his own. Can I just say that in the time that I have been going out with my dad, people who try to go into business for themselves usually don't succeed. I would say 1 out of, oh, I don't know, 25 make it. It's probably even higher! It's really sad b/c you wish these people the best yet you also have to fair warn them that it's a HUGE risk. Honestly, I don't know that many people who have been successful in running their own business &amp;amp; it really just all ends in heartbreak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wife is the epitome of organized. She has everything in order &amp;amp; can really inform &amp;amp; show my dad everything that has happened. Well, in the 2 years that her husband has been doing this, they have been scrapping by. She even had to take money out of her 401k to be able to live. Now the guy realizes his mistake. He tried to go back to his old job but they had their own lay offs so he either needs to go forward with his business or find somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spend about an hour &amp;amp; a half there. The tax return is no where near done. Well, I'm done &amp;amp; I want to go home! We leave @ around 10:30-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11:15- FINALLY home!!!! OH! I forgot to mention this- when I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;, trying to find the damn AT&amp;amp;T store, HO called me. He informed me on his lottery ticket luck. He bought a ticket &amp;amp; won another ticket. So when he went to get another, he won $2! So he went to get another &amp;amp; won $10!! He took it as a sign that he was having a streak of good luck so he wanted to see if I wanted to go to the casinos with him. I told him that we should be home around 9:30-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; he said, "Alright, call me when you get home". Yeah.... I called &amp;amp; he was asleep &amp;amp; I was super tired but we're still determined to go! I know THAT will be a story on it's own so when it happened, I'll definitely share!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I'm going to bed! I'm exhausted....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ttyl&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-5400635569585737895?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5400635569585737895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=5400635569585737895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5400635569585737895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5400635569585737895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-1368212725523936462</id><published>2009-02-14T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:08:27.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging on the road'/><title type='text'>Unfortunately...</title><content type='html'>No blogging on the road for me today... I am sicker than a damn animal &amp;amp; all I want to do is sleep &amp;amp; take drugs! I feel really bad though b/c this is my first time in about 4-5 years that I have missed a Saturday going with my dad. I really feel that I should go but I know if I do, I'll just make everything worse for me, my dad &amp;amp; even for the guys at work! I just need to nip this shit in the butt &amp;amp; get on with life! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's hoping for sleep, soup &amp;amp; cough medicine with codeine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-1368212725523936462?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1368212725523936462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=1368212725523936462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/1368212725523936462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/1368212725523936462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/02/unfortunately.html' title='Unfortunately...'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-5256439429728795134</id><published>2009-02-12T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:05:27.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>I'm just wondering...</title><content type='html'>... Am I bitch for thinking that if you are a professional/self-employed person, that goes to different businesses for your job, that its cool to drag your kid with you!? When I say kid, I mean a child under the age of, oh, let's say 7. I understand there are circumstances that come up &amp; you may need to drag the kid with you yet what if you worked in an office building or a factory? You couldn't take your kid to work with you. I also find it VERY unprofessional when you are trying to make an impression with someone that you can't find a baby sitter or day care to watch your kid for those few hours you're away???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I understand shit comes! For instance, when LBS &amp; I were younger, we would sometimes have to go to school with my mom. At first, it was boring as HELL yet I just finally sucked it up &amp; started to help out around the classroom or see if any other teachers needed help yet I was old enough to help out! What input is a 4-5 year old going to make to his interior designer mom?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So seriously, am I a bitch for thinking/feeling this way???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-5256439429728795134?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5256439429728795134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=5256439429728795134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5256439429728795134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5256439429728795134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-just-wondering.html' title='I&apos;m just wondering...'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-7591118594689249978</id><published>2009-02-07T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:57:55.951-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging on the road'/><title type='text'>It's that time of the year again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;During tax season, I go with my dad to do taxes out of our house. We travel all around! This is me telling of our adventures/experience through out the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:48- We're leaving! On our way to my favorite day of the season- Hemet/UPS day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:57- So we're at the first house in actually San Jacinto (next to Hemet)... These people are very nice &amp;amp; welcoming yet you can see/tell there's tension between the husband &amp;amp; wife... Between the issue w/ their house (being worth less than half of what they paid for it)!, the "rental" that they helped a family member (who's illegal!) &amp;amp; having a 19 year old who's now a dad yet finds getting a "cool car w/ no license" more important than the baby, man, it would have taken the jaws of life to cut tension! Side eyes all around! Nice people though... I hope everything does work out for them... On to the next house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:23- So now we're at the 2nd house... This guy is always the first person to call EVERY year! Once again, super nice people yet the wife got laid off &amp;amp; the husband had his hours cut at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this is what I'm fearing- this year is going to be one LONG depressing season... I hope I'm wrong yet so far w/ just these 2 houses, let alone the other houses my dad has gone to this year, its going to be bad... Still a nice visit with them... Cute lil girl &amp;amp; expecting another one in May... Leaving in a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:01- Ok, I had to stop for awhile cuz every house we were going to, it was the same story- refinancing/getting a house (a mortgage) within the last few years &amp;amp; now not being able to afford to payments OR are pissed that the value of their house has been cut in HALF!!! It was getting really depressing, especially hearing these stories or even worse- god forbid this OFFICIALLY becomes a Depression, the thought of desperation that will become rampant &amp;amp; the violence that would most likely occur... It would be, of course, to help others eat &amp;amp; stay alive yet people would go to dire situations to do so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided that I need to look into the nice/good things that have happened at each house we've gone to b/c if I continue to share what's going on with each house, it'll become repetitive &amp;amp; we'll all want to off ourselves, some how, some way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some highlights of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Starting in San Jacinto, I got to play &amp;amp; hold a 7 week old pit bull named Tyson &amp;amp; got to talk to talk to &amp;amp; see one of my favorite clients! They're the ones that have spread the word around this area &amp;amp; thanks to them, that's how this day has also became "UPS day" as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In Hemet, went to see another guy who has also spread the word around about my dad for YEARS &amp;amp; told us the story of how he became a "feeder" for awhile for UPS... A feeder is someone who drives kind of cross country &amp;amp; back within 24-36 hours... He would drive from here to Des Moines, IA! Crazy stuff but it was pretty interesting. He's also always very organized &amp;amp; we're usually done in about 20-30 mins but we also stay for a few mins to talk...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In Sun City, I had the best.coffee.EVER!!! Oh my god, it was fantastic! Between it being french vanilla &amp;amp; then having the Delight creamer, which is the BEST brand creamer, that the flavor was chocolate caramel, I had 4 cups!!! No joke! It also curbed my appetite &amp;amp; sweet tooth for about an hour longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Going to Nuevo, I got to play with a Boston terrier named "Zapito", which means "bull frog" in Spanish... He was an absolute sweetheart &amp;amp; was very well behaved! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When we ended up in Perris, I went to get a bite to eat for my dad &amp;amp; I... Took longer to get food than it did for my dad to finish the tax return &amp;amp; I was barely gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're now in Moreno Valley &amp;amp; it seems like these people have their heads on straight! Asking the right questions &amp;amp; doing shit right... Its nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, on our way to the last 2 houses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:05- At the last house! :) Before this house, we were at this house that literally took 22:04 minutes! Why do I know the exactly time? I was in the car &amp;amp; on the phone returning my mom's call! My dad did say that this guy wouldn't take too long &amp;amp; he was right! He also mentioned that the guy is doing alright &amp;amp; was even able to contribute a few grand into his IRA!!! That's pretty woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are at the end of the night &amp;amp; I'm actually meeting this man for the first time ever yet this is like at least my 2nd or 3rd time here! The reason being that this man is a VERY hard working man! He works at an IV making plant and then goes to work at the Disneyland Hotel in the room service dept.! I just asked my dad why he was home this time &amp;amp; he said that the guy mentioned in passing that he gave some of his hours to some people who wanted to make a lil extra cuz they need it more than him... Now that's nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad also mentioned that he may want to go to another house after this but I think its too late! We'll see though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:24- BTW- the guy just informed me of this site called "watch-movies.net"... According to him, you can see any movie you want on there, even movies that are about to be released into the theaters! I'm going to have to check it out when I get home!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11:06- After a 13 hour day, I am now laying in bed! Granted the situations in most of the people we went to see weren't the best yet we all tried to make the best of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next weekend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-7591118594689249978?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7591118594689249978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=7591118594689249978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7591118594689249978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7591118594689249978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of the year again!'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-1208505229722644684</id><published>2009-01-23T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:30:53.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>A Story</title><content type='html'>Finis​h the follo​wing sente​nces:​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is: Elizabeth Suarez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never​ in my life have I been:​ in a coma.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one perso​n who can drive​ me nuts is: my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High schoo​l:​ was unfor​getta​ble,​ full of good and bad memor​ies.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm nervo​us:​ I sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last song I liste​ned to was: Nowhere Girl by B-Movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to get marri​ed right​ now my best man/​maid of honor​:​ would be LBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is: a pain in the ass to do quick yet when I take the time, it's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 5: I wanted to be an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Chris​tmas:​ LBS &amp;amp; I took pics with the Numbs as a xmas gift for "the units".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shoul​d be: sleep​ing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look down I see: my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happi​est recen​t event​ was: having ladies night with the cousins! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a chara​cter on '​Frien​ds'​ I'd be: a mix of Phoeb​e &amp;amp; Chandler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time next year:​ I'll be 28 &amp;amp; getting ready for Tax season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My curre​nt gripe​ is: ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time under​stand​ing:​ how ignorant, delusional &amp;amp; incompetent the world has become (more recently I should say...)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There​'​s this girl I know that:​ needs to get her shit together &amp;amp; realize how her life is going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I like you when:​ I get a genuine smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I won an award​,​ the first​ perso​n I would​ tell would​ be: my folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my advic​e:​ Never​ compr​omise​ yourself &amp;amp; ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing​ I want to buy: a new car &amp;amp; a condo in Newport Beach​.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you visit​ed the place​ I was born:​ you would​ be about 20 mins away from everything in Orange County.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to visit​:​ my good friend in Seattle sometime! I PROMISE LIZZ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you spent​ the night​ at my house​:​ I'm sure dogs would​ want to sleep​ all over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd stop my weddi​ng if: I found​ out my fianc​e was a douche!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world​ could​ do witho​ut:​ About 95% of Reality TV &amp;amp; 90% of idiots.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recen​t thing​ I've bough​t mysel​f:​ a 24oz of Smiroff Ice that way PH &amp;amp; I could go brown bag it at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recen​t thing​ someo​ne else bough​t me: was probably a meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favor​ite blond​e is: JWB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favor​ite brune​tte is: I'll just say me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favor​ite black​ hair is: no one I can think of right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My middl​e name is: Mercedes...... &amp;amp; yes, I was named b/c of the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morni​ng I: either get ready for work, while listening to Kevin &amp;amp; Bean or trying to sleep in on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anima​ls I would​ like to see flyin​g besid​es birds​ are: elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once,​ at a bar: had a drink that tasted like a chocolate cake yet had everything but the kitchen sink in it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night​ I was: at a park, brown baggin' it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There​'​s this guy I know who: is miserable with his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was an anima​l I'd be: a manatee ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bette​r name for me would​ be: Woot =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomor​row I am: doing​ laund​ry &amp;amp; maybe watching the game or going to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonig​ht I am: just watching &amp;amp; catching up with stuff on my DVR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birth​day is: the easiest date to remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-1208505229722644684?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1208505229722644684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=1208505229722644684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/1208505229722644684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/1208505229722644684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/story.html' title='A Story'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-6290338171395973837</id><published>2009-01-22T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:25:40.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories....'/><title type='text'>A year ago today.....</title><content type='html'>....Heath Ledger passed away. There are so many reasons why I remember the date, let alone the time I found out- @ 1:45 pm PST, about 5 minutes after it was posted on TMZ. I remember being in such shock that it really didn't hit me until later that night when the horrible, disgusting &amp;amp; ignorant baptist church group from who knows where in the south decided that they wanted to protest his funeral. They wanted EVERYONE to know that since he played a gay character that this was God's way of punishing him. They were going to basically be there to make a ruckus &amp;amp; inform everyone that he was going to burn in Hell. I was blown away when I saw that &amp;amp; it was then that it hit me. It made me think of all the other work he had done and then I just sat in bed &amp;amp; started to just cry. I was &amp;amp; in a way, still am a mess over his passing. I don't know if it was that he was only a few years older than me or that him &amp;amp; the amazing talent he had were now gone. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, being the Queen of all knowing gossip &amp;amp; info in entertainment, remember seeing when they announced he was going to be the Joker in the upcoming Batman movie. I was skeptical yet when I saw his make up/appearance in pre-production pics &amp;amp; heard all the acclaim he was already getting before the movie even wrapped up, I had a feeling it was going to be amazing. Hell, I even remember people saying he should get an Oscar nod BACK THEN! So for people assuming he's getting all this attention now, just because of his passing, you're wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is a clip from the movie that not only introduced us to the person that was Heath yet made me &amp;amp; others see how great he was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZjdcCTUuGE&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/MZjdcCTUuGE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-6290338171395973837?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6290338171395973837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=6290338171395973837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/6290338171395973837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/6290338171395973837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-ago-today.html' title='A year ago today.....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-7404686070714748366</id><published>2009-01-21T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:06:49.013-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what would you do???'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slapped in the face'/><title type='text'>What would you do??? Vol. I</title><content type='html'>So here's the deal- Granted, everything went to shit but if you were in a relationship &amp;amp; it ended VERY bad, would you want anything that would remind you of the relationship? I've gotten rid of mostly everything yet there are a few entries on here that are about him &amp;amp; how "fabulous &amp;amp; fantastic" he is..... I want to delete them yet isnt the point of having a blog/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-7404686070714748366?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7404686070714748366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=7404686070714748366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7404686070714748366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7404686070714748366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-would-you-do-vol-i.html' title='What would you do??? Vol. I'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-8931792659295368784</id><published>2009-01-20T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:06:14.748-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUPPIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyrus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Numbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delilah'/><title type='text'>By the way-</title><content type='html'>If I really got to choose who I really wanted to run this country, here are the 3 I would have written in for President, VP &amp;amp; Speaker of the House:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For President: Bubba "Numbs" Suarez &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age: 6 1/2&lt;br /&gt;Breed: 110% mutt (his mom was a slut!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SYVQRSuuX3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/JHQAKvE8W9U/s1600-h/numbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SYVQRSuuX3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/JHQAKvE8W9U/s320/numbs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297728794687070066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qualifications- Leader of the pack &amp;amp; has been with us since he was 5 weeks old. He listens &amp;amp; understands what we tell him. Taught himself to go "potty" outside at the age of 8-10 weeks. When he got fixed &amp;amp; they put the infamous "cone" around his neck, he not only learned how to get out of it but he got one of his "lil babies" &amp;amp; tried putting the collar around it! We're convinced his IQ is about 187.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*- Doesn't this pic look like a pose a President who do?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Vice President: Delilah "lil Brat" Suarez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age: 10 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breed: Maltipoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SYVS7oMqalI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HD9rrJouAP4/s1600-h/delilah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SYVS7oMqalI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HD9rrJouAP4/s320/delilah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297731721027545682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qualifications- As the youngest in the pack, she has shown her drive, persistence &amp;amp; determination to be known as the High Bitch In Charge! God forbid something happens to the Numbs, she would be able to control &amp;amp; get shit done, her way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; last but not least- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaker of the House: Cyrus "lil Baby" Suarez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age: 7 1/2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breed: Chihuahua/Terrier mix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SYVVFSQX-II/AAAAAAAAAFw/V-uHa4JLpBw/s1600-h/cyrus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SYVVFSQX-II/AAAAAAAAAFw/V-uHa4JLpBw/s320/cyrus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297734085959481474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qualifications- As the oldest yet the one who has been in the house for the shortest amount of time, Cyrus likes to make others happy. His main objective- to sit/lay next to you &amp;amp; just keep you warm &amp;amp; happy. A favorite amongst guests, he welcomes everyone with a "standing salute". Also, there's just no way of denying his "puss in boot" eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; there you have it! I think my choices are reasonable, don't you agree???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-8931792659295368784?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/8931792659295368784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=8931792659295368784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/8931792659295368784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/8931792659295368784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/by-way.html' title='By the way-'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SYVQRSuuX3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/JHQAKvE8W9U/s72-c/numbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-2723406440730138309</id><published>2009-01-20T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:06:07.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>I ain't gonna lie...</title><content type='html'>Watching this moved me to tears:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/95-AiibTglY&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/95-AiibTglY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have opinions on our new president but I will not deny how beautiful it was seeing the Obamas dance, let alone Beyonce really showing how TRULY talented she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me =..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-2723406440730138309?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2723406440730138309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=2723406440730138309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2723406440730138309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2723406440730138309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-aint-gonna-lie.html' title='I ain&apos;t gonna lie...'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-2796083442533481439</id><published>2009-01-15T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:25:27.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>For those who were wondering or concerned, I'm here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I have been HORRIBLE in keeping touch, let alone fulfilling the promise I made to myself to write in this as much as possible. It sucks cuz once I'm on a roll, I just go! Well, the past few months haven't been too peachy for me. A few things here &amp;amp; there happened yet it was the massive blow to my emotional &amp;amp; mental state that had me in the horrendous funk I've been in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Examples:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My manatee ass just ate. I ate to my damn heart's content! Drank quite a bit too..... Let's just say I'm finally getting my ass in gear to lose all this weight cuz I'm not happy with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I have been driving since August of 2000. From then to about June of 2008,  I had gotten MAYBE 3 tickets TOPS! From July of 2008 to October of 2008, I got 3 tickets. As is it, I received a "warning letter" from the DMV that if I get 2 more points by December of this year (2009), my license will be suspended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hell, I can even use this blog as an example! I, for some reason, decided to come on &amp;amp; just check out some posts I wrote. I was re-reading the last one &amp;amp; I found SOOO many mistakes! Ok, maybe it was more like 3 or 4 but I'm anal retentive and have a lil OCD so it not only pissed me off but embarrassed me to post something with THAT MANY MISTAKES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reader's digest- I was fooled, BAD! I actually can't get into too much detail about it right now yet one day I hope to write the truth &amp;amp; WHOLE story/outcome of this fiasco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will say that even though tax season is literally RIGHT around the corner, I should be writing a lil more. Maybe not writing the long ass novels I usually post but I plan on posting interesting articles/items I see/find. I also will continue with the infamous, "blogging on the road" on Saturdays during tax season. OH! and a new thing I will be doing is posting as many pics of ALL the puppies we now have!!! Yes, I said puppies! I finally got a damn digital camera so I can now not only takes pics &amp;amp; load them up ASAP instead of the OG way of developing &amp;amp; scanning but I can now be part of the 21st century!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in closing- I'm alive &amp;amp; ready to take everything on! I'm a whole year older and it's time for things to change and for things to happen in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, hope all is well with you &amp;amp; your families and thanks for coming by!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk to you soon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-2796083442533481439?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2796083442533481439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=2796083442533481439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2796083442533481439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2796083442533481439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-6264969361017325645</id><published>2008-11-10T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:57:00.133-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question?'/><title type='text'>A Warning-</title><content type='html'>**Please know that 1- this is my blog so I have every right to express my opinion &amp;amp; what's on my mind &amp;amp; 2- you, the reader, also have an opinion and have every right to think or feel strongly about whatever your heart desires. This is my humble opinion that I feel I need to express. I know for a fact it will most likely rub quite a few people the wrong way so I felt I should put a lil warning for others to know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been really thinking about it and it really SUCKS! What sucks you ask? Well, it's the fact that I'm really disappointed that I can't be REALLY excited for Obama winning the election. Even after looking at &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/barackobamadotcom/sets/72157608716313371/"&gt;these pics&lt;/a&gt; of election night of him, his family &amp;amp; the Bidens, it makes me sad and I'll tell you why it makes me sad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened last Tuesday was truly historical. I can completely see &amp;amp; understand that. This man, who I have to admit has so much charisma and such a presence, became the first African American to become president of the United States and all I can think is, "Oh my god, we're SO screwed!". And no, it doesn't mean I don't want a Black President to run this country. If, let's say Colin Powell or Condoleezza Rice ran and won, my GOD! I would pick my manatee ass up and be doing cartwheels! It's the simple facts that 1- I truly believe this man doesn't know what he has gotten himself into AT ALL! Especially with the condition our country is in right now, this is NOT the time for someone with not much experience to be running this country. Last week, my father went to the doctor and they were talking about the election results. It was the doctor who made this point- "It's comparable to someone being in a lower position for about 4 months &amp;amp; then being offered the CEO position" How does that make any sense??? &amp;amp; 2- being a 1st generation Cuban American and having a father come to this country as a Cuban refugee, it's hard to be behind someone who proclaims change when the last time my father &amp;amp; his family heard that was about 50 years ago when a young man named Fidel Castro proclaimed the same thing. The comparisons to both Obama and Castro are actually quite frightening and it truly does worry me how this country will be ran. If you don't believe me, ask my friend &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; to help you see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know that I understand Bush isn't the brightest bulb in the pack &amp;amp; that the man made mistakes but you know, he isn't as horrible as everyone pictures him. Yes, we can agree the man can make himself look like an idiot at times yet I feel at times the man gets a REALLY bad rap for things when a lot of the times not EVERYTHING is his fault. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, it's amazing. Clinton is looked at as a God when he did nothing but reap the benefits that Bush Sr. created and got blown in the Oval office! Oh, and you know the mortgage crisis that's going on??? You know how you want to just want to blame Bush? Well, guess who was one of the first to start/initiate it??? YOU GOT IT! Clinton! And 9/11? Well, it could have most likely been prevented if Clinton realized when the Sudanese OFFERED Osama Bin Laden and guess what? Clinton didn't take it. He was warned 12 times in the 7-8 years he was in office with terrorist threats and what did he do to prepare our country? Nothing. When the World Trade Center was bombed in '93, did you know he only made that a NYPD job, not an FBI job? So before you go and say how fantastic he was, at least try to see his faults and how he ran things..... I can at least admit to Bush not being perfect but for those who praise Clinton, try to see the wrong in him too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I went on a semi-tangent, I will end on this note- I am a person who actually likes to be proven wrong. There is nothing else I actually like..... actually LOVE than being proven wrong! The reason for that is in most cases when I feel I'm right, I usually am and it disappoints me that I could see that but no one else could. Now, if Obama were to prove me, my father, my family &amp;amp; fellow friends who are mainly Republican and any other naysayers about his abilities to run this country and to get us out of the massive shit hole we're in, well, let's just say EVERY ONE OF YOU can literally rub my face in it! You can say, "HA! You stupid idiot bitch! We told you he could do it and look! He fulfilled every promise he has made without making us all look like asses!" I will be right there to take it all in &amp;amp; I'll actually be ECSTATIC that it's happening...... Problem is, I don't think it'll be happening.... Here's hoping though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-6264969361017325645?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6264969361017325645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=6264969361017325645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/6264969361017325645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/6264969361017325645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/warning.html' title='A Warning-'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-2953292198701158073</id><published>2008-11-06T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:43:08.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>oh, don't worry....</title><content type='html'>I know I'm a horrible human being.... The funny thing is I've had things written that I've met to post but haven't! Anyways, here are a few things to read. I'll update later with pics of puppies (yes, puppies!), stories and the latest on life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-2953292198701158073?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2953292198701158073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=2953292198701158073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2953292198701158073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2953292198701158073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-dont-worry.html' title='oh, don&apos;t worry....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-3099603092175653671</id><published>2008-11-06T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:42:14.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slapped in the face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>the results</title><content type='html'>on the way home from work yesterday, my father &amp;amp; i had a discussion about the election results. we're completely baffled at the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- let me just say RIGHT NOW, i wasn't impressed with both candidates.... i mean, this is the best our country could come up with??? and now we have a man with the only experience of 143 days as a senator about to run our country. its the equivalent of working on a dock &amp;amp; after 4 months, someone saying to that person, "hey, the CEO quit &amp;amp; now we're giving you the position!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- living in California, we had some very interesting props to vote on. ill get to prop 8 in a second yet did you hear about&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prop_4"&gt; prop 4&lt;/a&gt;? if not, check it out. i understand there are exceptions to every law/rule yet: 1- when i was in high school &amp;amp; had a headache, i couldn't take an aspirin without someone's permission &amp;amp; 2- my sister, who is a manager of a tanning salon, must have a parent come in, fill out a consent form &amp;amp; on file at ALL times, it will say, "this person under the age of 16 has permission to tan".... remember, i just said TAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- prop 8.... you'll never know how much that hurts me and I'm straight! people keep saying it would ruin the sanctity of marriage.... um, newsflash! it had already been ruined by the many people getting married for health benefits, becoming legal and most importantly, people just thinking, "oh, ill get married &amp;amp; if it doesn't work out, ill just get divorced... no big deal!" if anything, i think it would have been restored for the simple fact that most of the gay friends i have in my life want their lives to be as regular/normal as everyone else so they value their relationships, love the idea of spending their lives with someone forever, let alone, having a family of their own! for this to pass, its basically separating water fountains again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-3099603092175653671?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3099603092175653671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=3099603092175653671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/3099603092175653671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/3099603092175653671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/results.html' title='the results'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-4791328657003919791</id><published>2008-10-27T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:40:07.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question?'/><title type='text'>a rant.</title><content type='html'>um, I'm sorry.... i don't mean to be a Debbie downer (i know I'm pro at it)&lt;br /&gt;but Jennifer Hudson is on the way to ID the body of her nephew..... he&lt;br /&gt;was shot multiple times, one to the head.... =( i cried when i heard they just found the body this morning but they still weren't sure it was him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate what our world is turning into &amp;amp; you want to know what i hate&lt;br /&gt;the MOST!?!?!?!?!?!?! i HATE (and i mean HATE) fucking idiot people&lt;br /&gt;who have the audacity NOW to say, "oh, i don't condone violence but&lt;br /&gt;this monster needs to be killed!" um, excuse me- why just HIM?! there&lt;br /&gt;are TONS of monster like this guy in the world but what? you don't&lt;br /&gt;condone the death penalty or capital punishment for them? and the&lt;br /&gt;thing i hate the most is that this guy will most likely get life in prison &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING will come of this! he'll literally get away with murder cuz&lt;br /&gt;they would appeal his shit god knows HOW many times &amp;amp; that&lt;br /&gt;would cost more than just keeping him in prison.... either way, we're&lt;br /&gt;paying for it! i say the MOMENT they know he did it, he's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do EXACTLY what he did to those innocent people and be done with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's the end of my rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-4791328657003919791?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4791328657003919791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=4791328657003919791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4791328657003919791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4791328657003919791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/10/rant.html' title='a rant.'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-2789577077077425639</id><published>2008-10-10T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:39:14.937-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>You can’t deny that there’s truth to this!</title><content type='html'>These are not my words...I have given proper credit to the deserving man at the bottom. But any self respecting person with an ounce of Cuban blood feels passionately about this, especially once these points are made clear. I've never been a person BIG into politics, but this really tugs into my emotions. As a daughter of a Cuban refugee, I pledge to not join the masses in being sucked into the charisma of a young, inexperienced man who promises "change"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIDEL CASTRO &amp;amp; OBAMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wish to express, as a former Cuban exile, is that Barack Obama and Fidel Castro share many personality traits, i.e.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were abandoned by their fathers at an early age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are charming, eloquent lawyers that say exactly what people want to hear at the right time and place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One never led the nation to suspect he was a communist at heart, the other doesn't mention the word socialism when in reality this is exactly what his agenda stands for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were virtually unknown until they began to use the word 'change' as their main political motto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both have egos as tall as the twin towers, yet they manage to present themselves humbly, one in soiled military fatigues and the other sweating and with an undone tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both have the unique ability to distort truth and lies as if they were the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both have the ability to hypnotize the ignorant and fool the wishful thinker and to divide a nation in classes, (divide and you shall win) In Fidel's case he divided the rich against the poor, the illiterate against the educated and the black against the white. In Obama's case even if by omission, he's de-facto dividing the races already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly I'll use the words of Jorge Santayana to finish my case in point: 'Those who can't remember the past are condemned to repeat it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the words of Sir Winston Churchill: 'The inherent vice of Capitalism is the unequal distribution of blessings, the inherent vice of Socialism is the equal distribution of misery.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD SAVE AMERICA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed: Andrew J. Rodriguez, Author of 'Adios, Havana,' a memoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, vote Yes on Prop 2 and No on Prop 8...I still have my liberal views but my overall foundation respectfully leans to the RIGHT side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-2789577077077425639?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2789577077077425639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=2789577077077425639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2789577077077425639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2789577077077425639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-cant-deny-that-theres-truth-to-this.html' title='You can’t deny that there’s truth to this!'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-6021945812297491025</id><published>2008-10-04T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:38:56.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story time'/><title type='text'>If you'​re behin​d on your mortg​age &amp; about​ to be forec​losed...</title><content type='html'>.​.​.​.​go get a gun &amp;amp; shoot​ yours​elf!​​​ Don'​​​t belie​ve me?​​​?​​​?​​​ Read this:​​​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A 90-​​​year-​​​old Akron​,​​​ Ohio,​​​ woman​ who shot herse​lf as&lt;br /&gt;sheri​ff'​​​s deput​ies tried​ to evict​ her from her forec​losed​ home&lt;br /&gt;becam​e a symbo​l of the natio​n'​​​s home mortg​age crisi​s Frida​y.​​​&lt;br /&gt;Addie​ Polk is being​ treat​ed at Akron​ Gener​al Medic​al Cente​r&lt;br /&gt;after​ shoot​ing herse​lf at least​ twice​ in the upper​ body Wedne​sday&lt;br /&gt;after​noon,​​​ her city counc​ilman​ said.​​​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Frida​y,​​​ Fanni​e Mae spoke​sman Brian​ Faith​ said the mortg​age&lt;br /&gt;assoc​iatio​n had decid​ed to halt actio​n again​st Polk and sign the&lt;br /&gt;prope​rty "​​​outri​ght"​​​ to her. "​​​We'​​​re going​ to forgi​ve whate​ver&lt;br /&gt;outst​andin​g balan​ce she had on the loan and give her the house​,​​​&lt;br /&gt;"​​ Faith​ said.​​​ "​​​Given​ the circu​mstan​ces,​​​ we think​ it's appro​priat​e.​​​"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanw​hile,​​​ U.S. Rep. Denni​s Kucin​ich,​​​ D-​​​Ohio,​​​ menti​oned Polk&lt;br /&gt;on the House​ floor​ Frida​y durin​g debat​e over the lates​t econo​mic&lt;br /&gt;rescu​e propo​sal.​​​"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So., reall​y?​​ This 90 year old woman​ had to make a blunt​ point​&lt;br /&gt;by SHOOT​ING HERSE​LF cuz she didn'​​t want to leave​ her home&lt;br /&gt;and now every​thing​ is "​​a-​​ok"​​?​​!​​ Can you imagi​ne if this were to&lt;br /&gt;REALL​Y becom​e a trend​?​​?​​?​​ Makes​ me sick.​​.​​.​​ ={&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;​My quest​ion to anyon​e who reads​ this &amp;amp; works​/​​​worke​d in the&lt;br /&gt;mortg​age/​​​real estat​e/​​​loan busin​ess is why AND how all this was ok?!&lt;br /&gt;How was it ok to appro​ve peopl​e for loans​ they could​n'​​​t affor​d,​​​ even&lt;br /&gt;go as far as in LYING​ on the appli​catio​ns that way they could​ purch​ase&lt;br /&gt;a home that was REALL​Y out of their​ means​?​​​?​​​?​​​ Yes, I know,​​​ we can&lt;br /&gt;blame​ a lot of this on greed​ but look where​ we are now.​​​.​​​.​​​.​​​.​​​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what'​​​s weird​?​​​ 2 years​ ago, my dad knew this was going​&lt;br /&gt;to happe​n.​​​ You wanna​ know what'​​​s scary​?​​​ After​ seein​g/​​​under​stand​ing&lt;br /&gt;what he was sayin​g 2 years​ ago, I predi​cted this would​ not becom​e&lt;br /&gt;a "​​​reces​sion"​​​ but a "​​​depre​ssion​"​​​.​​​.​​​.​​​.​​​.​​​.​​​ One of the few thing​a my fathe​r&lt;br /&gt;and I have in commo​n-​​​ we don'​​​t like to be prove​n right​.​​​.​​​.​​​.​​​ Let'​​​s just&lt;br /&gt;say we'​​​re prett​y pertu​rbed right​ now.​​​.​​​.​​​.​​​.​​​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-6021945812297491025?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-1450726014447954608</id><published>2008-10-03T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:38:26.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people I admire'/><title type='text'>I don'​t care if you'​re votin​g for Obama​,​ McCai​n or your dog...</title><content type='html'>.​.​.​.​.​you MUST read this!​ Serio​usly every​one,​ this can be our reali​ty if we don'​t reali​ze what'​s TRULY​ going​ on!​!​!​!​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me ={&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Glenn​ Beck&lt;br /&gt;CNN- NEW YORK --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ameri​ca:​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy​ 300th​ Birth​day!​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2076 and we'​ve just inven​ted the time-​fax machi​ne.​ (​Actua​lly,​ "we" didn'​t inven​t the time-​fax machi​ne,​ the State​ did -- they prett​y much contr​ol every​thing​ now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm faxin​g this back to you in 2008 becau​se that seems​ to be the year we had the best chanc​e to rever​se our cours​e and get back to the visio​n laid out by our found​ing fathe​rs -- a visio​n that didn'​t inclu​de the gover​nment​ being​ in the insur​ance busin​ess.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don'​t have a lot of time (the State​ only gives​ us one 30-​minut​e break​ per day) so let me give you some advic​e:​ Stop worry​ing so much about​ who runs the count​ry and start​ worry​ing about​ who runs your towns​,​ your state​s,​ and your Congr​ess.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'​re all distr​acted​ by the presi​denti​al elect​ion,​ but for all the money​ and time poure​d into it, the truth​ is that you'​re choos​ing betwe​en two roads​ that will lead you to the same destinatio​n.​ Sure,​ one may be the Autob​ahn and the other​ a two-​lane highw​ay,​ but you'​ll end up at the same place​ eithe​r way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decad​es of Repub​lican​s and Democ​rats alike​ have all chipp​ed in to lead you to where​ you are today​.​ Belie​ving that one perso​n,​ from eithe​r party​,​ can chang​e that by thems​elves​ is a big mistake.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presi​dents​ are like capta​ins of a large​ ship:​ They can map out a cours​e and shout​ out order​s,​ but witho​ut the trust​ and hard work of the peopl​e who actua​lly move the rudde​rs,​ their​ comma​nds&lt;br /&gt;mean nothi​ng.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retro​spect​,​ the lack of trust​ and confi​dence​ you now have in your leade​rs was reall​y the root cause​ of every​thing​ that'​s happe​ned since​.​ While​ our found​ing fathe​rs desig​ned a brill​iant&lt;br /&gt;syste​m of check​s and balan​ces,​ separ​ation​ of power​s and democ​ratic​ elect​ions,​ trust​ was the one thing​ they could​n'​t manda​te in the Const​ituti​on.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfor​tunat​ely,​ it's also the found​ation​ upon which​ every​thing​ else is built​ and once it began​ to erode​,​ our whole​ house​ inevi​tably​ began​ to crumb​le.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looki​ng back now, it's prett​y obvio​us that our trust​ in gover​nment​ decli​ned at about​ the same rate as our parti​sansh​ip incre​ased.​ Peopl​e becam​e so conce​rned about​ getti​ng their​ party​&lt;br /&gt;into power​ at any cost that the truth​ didn'​t even seem to matte​r anymo​re.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'​s proba​bly one of the reaso​ns why Georg​e Washi​ngton​ hated​ the idea of polit​ical parti​es so much.​ Here'​s what he said about​ them in his 1796 farew​ell speec​h:​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The alter​nate domin​ation​ of one facti​on over anoth​er,​&lt;br /&gt;sharp​ened by the spiri​t of reven​ge,​ natur​al to party​ disse​nsion​,​&lt;br /&gt;which​ in diffe​rent ages and count​ries has perpe​trate​d the&lt;br /&gt;most horri​d enorm​ities​,​ is itsel​f a frigh​tful despo​tism.​&lt;br /&gt;But this leads​ at lengt​h to a more forma​l and perma​nent despo​tism.​&lt;br /&gt;The disor​ders and miser​ies which​ resul​t gradu​ally incli​ne the minds​&lt;br /&gt;of men to seek secur​ity and repos​e in the absol​ute power​ of an&lt;br /&gt;indiv​idual​;​ and soone​r or later​ the chief​ of some preva​iling​ facti​on,​&lt;br /&gt;more able or more fortu​nate than his compe​titor​s,​ turns​ this&lt;br /&gt;dispo​sitio​n to the purpo​ses of his own eleva​tion,​ on the ruins​&lt;br /&gt;of publi​c liber​ty.​ "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Georg​e had a habit​ for using​ big words​,​ so allow​ me to trans​late into 2008 Engli​sh:​ Polit​ical parti​es that put their​ own succe​ss over that of the count​ry'​s will be the death​ of America.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don'​t belie​ve him yet, just wait a few more years​.​.​.​you'​re about​ to see first​hand how right​ he was. After​ all, if power​ corru​pts,​ then the kind of absol​ute power​ gaine​d by polit​ical parti​es (and feare​d by Washi​ngton​)​ corru​pts absol​utely​.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best advic​e I can give you is to stop think​ing in terms​ of left and right​ and start​ think​ing in terms​ of right​ and wrong​.​ Deman​d the best leade​rs possi​ble,​ and then deman​d the best out of them.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belie​ve me, when you see what'​s comin​g your way, you'​ll reali​ze how littl​e the donke​y and the eleph​ant reall​y ever matte​red.​ Oh and while​ we'​re on polit​ics,​ one quick​ thing​ that I'm sure you're curio​us about​:​ Yes, Rober​t Byrd is still​ in the Senat​e.​ He's 159, but doesn​'​t look a day over 91.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let'​s talk about​ the econo​my.​ Let me see if I have this right​:​ Money​ and power​ made people greed​y,​ so you decid​ed to hand over a bunch​ of money​ and power​ to greed​y polit​ician​s inste​ad.​ Smart​!​ After​ using​ that money​ to natio​naliz​e a bunch​ of banks​,​ mortg​age compa​nies and insur​ance compa​nies,​ they moved​ on to bigge​r thing​s.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airli​nes came first​ -- we just could​n'​t live witho​ut them.​ Then it was the autom​akers​ (​Detro​it would​'​ve died)​,​ healt​h care (​they said they could​ manag​e it bette​r)​,​ and event​ually​,​ the oil compa​nies (I'm not sure where​ all of those​ "​windf​all profi​ts"​ have gone)​.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea behin​d it all (an idea that was event​ually​ turne​d into law with the passa​ge of the Securities​ Excha​nge Act of 2011)​ was to "​socia​lize losse​s"​ by sprea​ding them out among​ all taxpayers.​ The pain,​ our leade​rs argue​d,​ would​ be minim​al that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were right​.​ At least​ until​ the bills​ came due.&lt;br /&gt;See, we didn'​t actua​lly have any of the money​ we were promi​sing every​one;​ we were borro​wing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn'​t take long befor​e so many of our tax dolla​rs were going​ towar​d inter​est payme​nts that we could​n'​t fund even the most basic​ of gover​nment​ progr​ams witho​ut massi​ve tax incre​ases&lt;br /&gt;on every​one.​ Peopl​e now work most of the year just to pay Uncle​ Sam (or, as we now call him, ​"Comra​de Sam"​)​.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the State​ censo​rs comin​g,​ so let me leave​ you with a few other​ quick​ thing​s:​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Good call on not worry​ing about​ prote​cting​ our borde​rs.​ That works​ out reall​y well for you in 2019.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• You might​ want to spend​ a littl​e less time worry​ing about​ carbo​n and a littl​e more time worrying about​ Iran.​ We'​re now in a new mini-​Ice Age but, belie​ve me, Iran isn'​t using​ their​&lt;br /&gt;nukes​ to warm any homes​.​ (PS The Inter​natio​nal Atomi​c Energ​y Agenc​y just revea​led to you that Iran appea​rs to be refit​ting their​ long-​range​ missi​les to carry​ nucle​ar paylo​ads.​ Did you think​ they were jokin​g or were you just too busy with lipst​icks and pigs to notic​e?​)​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• The curre​ncy of the futur​e is energ​y.​ Those​ who have it are thriv​ing and those​ who don'​t -- well,​ let'​s just leave​ it at that.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drill​ for all the oil you can, but you also bette​r start​ serio​usly looki​ng for some other​ optio​ns.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closi​ng,​ remem​ber this golde​n rule and you shoul​d be fine:​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Const​ituti​on will never​ fail you, but your leade​rs will.​ Be wary of anyon​e who tries​ to convince you that it's the other​ way aroun​d.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishe​s (​you'​re going​ to need them)​,​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worke​r 2744A​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS It's not all socia​list doom and gloom​ here in the futur​e.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just thawe​d Ted Willi​ams'​ cryog​enica​lly froze​n body and he hit 87 home runs for the North​ Team!​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​&lt;br /&gt;Edito​r'​s note:​ Glenn​ Beck is host of a conse​rvati​ve&lt;br /&gt;natio​nal radio​ talk show.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn​ Beck says the decis​ions Washi​ngton​ makes​ today​&lt;br /&gt;could​ have fatef​ul conse​quenc​es for the futur​e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-1450726014447954608?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1450726014447954608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=1450726014447954608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/1450726014447954608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/1450726014447954608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-care-if-youre-voting-for-obama.html' title='I don&apos;​t care if you&apos;​re votin​g for Obama​,​ McCai​n or your dog...'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-5486950640168153082</id><published>2008-08-08T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:30:06.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people I admire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories....'/><title type='text'>So I know he can dance!</title><content type='html'>Last night was the finale of "So You Think You Can Dance". I had predicted ever since the first time I saw the auditions that Stephen "Twitch" Boss was going to take the WHOLE thing! Well, I was close....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, like I mentioned in a post before, I have known Twitch for about 6 years. I remember meeting him at the 2nd workshop Wade held at the Hilton in Universal City. We had both seen each other dance that day &amp;amp; I went up to him to tell him that I thought he was one of the most amazing dancers I had ever seen! He said thank you &amp;amp; told me that he was impressed by my dancing abilities as well (but seriously, mine are NOTHING compared to him!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month or so later, I was flipping through the channels and landed on CBS. The show "Star Search" was back on TV with new host Arsenio Hall. For some reason, RIGHT when I landed on the channel, not only was it the dancing competition part but of all people on there, it was Twitch! Total randomness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a few more months pass and now there have been auditions for Wade's show on MTV. There were a few but the real honest to goodness audition was held in LA at the Highlands club in Hollywood &amp;amp; Highland. Well, what do you know??? Twitch is RIGHT in front of me! For the whole day, we hung out &amp;amp; auditioned in the same group. We both even moved on to the next round together! *At first, they were kinda getting my hopes up, making me think they were going to have me on it as a contestant. Wade and a few of the people thought that it was great for someone my size could not only dance but would also be a motivating factor for other plus size people to go out &amp;amp; follow their dreams. In the end, they picked some girl who was a lil big (but not really) and basically had her saying what I told them in regards of being plus size &amp;amp; a dancer. Pissed me off &amp;amp; it hurt yet held my head high &amp;amp; just continued on attending the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after a month of attending the show and schmoozing it up with the people at MTV, a friend of mine &amp;amp; I were in charge of check in! We also were in charge of the audience holding room! It's crazy what happens when you're just an outgoing &amp;amp; talkative people! Anyways, since I was basically behind the scenes, we would get to talk to &amp;amp; hang out with the contestants. Between the show &amp;amp; Wade still having dance class, all the regulars at class had become pretty close. This was in 2003, which I feel is so far the best year of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Twitch from Wade's show-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nPbyXvNHToI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nPbyXvNHToI&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wanted to find but couldn't for the LIFE of me was when he came in 3rd on Wade's show. Not only was it a shock to EVERYONE but in the background, you hear someone literally yell, "WHAT!?!!?" Well, that person was me! I wish it was on the internet somewhere but after hours &amp;amp; hours of searching, I found NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw Twitch was about a year or so ago at the Choregrapher's Carnival that's held once a month in Hollywood at the Key Club. My friends and I always made sure to get the early cuz we 1- wanted to be RIGHT in front of the stage (like I'm leaning my body on the stage!) and 2- to say hi to everyone we know who would most likely be performing that night. When we walked in, within minutes, I hear, "ELIZABETH!!!" I turn &amp;amp; there's my dear sweet friend Stephan "Twitch" Boss. We run up &amp;amp; give each other the BIGGEST hug and let me just say, I am NOT a light person. Actually, I'm nowhere close to light and this guy basically lifts me off the ground! The man is just one solid muscle! Seriously, there's no way of finding any fat or loose skin on him! This was one of the performances he was in that night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* BTW- it's pretty NSFW but it's TOTALLY worth watching! You can also see me for like 3 seconds in the front!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eyqUj3PGHv4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eyqUj3PGHv4&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to tell you how proud I am of him! When I saw him audition on SYTYCD for the second time that I knew he would go far! I even said he would win. Well, in my opinion, he did. One thing about the dance world, everyone is like a family. You can consider Twitch like the big brother who looks after everyone. He is the nicest, sweetest, most geniune guy you'll ever meet! His talent &amp;amp; personality alone will take him anywhere his heart desires. If for some reason anyone were to ever question how he is, well, this clip will show you exactly how he is a class act:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="341" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k607DiVQMFM9XvIWsZ&amp;amp;related=1&amp;amp;canvas=medium"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k607DiVQMFM9XvIWsZ&amp;related=1&amp;canvas=medium" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="341" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So congrats to someone who I may not see all the time yet know that he is the epitome of a man with the biggest heart &amp;amp; soul out there in the dance world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-5486950640168153082?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5486950640168153082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=5486950640168153082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5486950640168153082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5486950640168153082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-i-know-he-can-dance.html' title='So I know he can dance!'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-5089879838285061917</id><published>2008-07-24T15:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:53:37.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people I admire'/><title type='text'>I don't even know what to say....</title><content type='html'>After reading this story on &lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2008-07-24-this-might-make-you-cry"&gt;"Cousin Perez"&lt;/a&gt;, it made me realize that I seriously can't just look at marriage as just a business contract..... If you feel the same way I do, read &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/2443562/Dying-eight-year-old-'marries'-his-school-sweetheart.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and tell me you won't change your mind a lil.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-5089879838285061917?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5089879838285061917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=5089879838285061917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5089879838285061917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5089879838285061917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-even-know-what-to-say.html' title='I don&apos;t even know what to say....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-3787289841894980559</id><published>2008-07-23T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:43:02.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delilah'/><title type='text'>Hey Everybody!</title><content type='html'>Well, would you believe this is my 50th post?! Granted, I haven't really followed what I originally had planned on doing, which is writing something everyday but oh well! I'm at least writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just thought I would throw a lil update-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Delilah is exactly 4 months old today and she has gotten SO big! It's crazy cuz there are times we don't know if it's her or the filthy animal! She's almost done getting all her shots &amp;amp; once she does, I'll be able to take her to get groomed so once I do, I'll post a new pic of her.... Still damn cute &amp;amp; still a lil bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After having to reschedule it like 3 times, I'm finally having my procedure done this Friday! Thank god! Oh and it's nothing serious but you or I wouldn't have guessed that if you went through the registering at the hospital! Geez, you would swear I'm having open heart surgery the way they prepped me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In the next few months, I'll be doing quite a bit of traveling- from Vegas (duh!), New York (Seeing the last performance of "RENT" &amp;amp; hopefully meeting up with Mr. Walsh), to even, of all places, Biloxi, Mississippi! Yes, sometime next month I'll be going over there to support someone in a Blackjack tournament..... Should be fun! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's just a lil bit about what's going on with me.... In closing, I would like to ask this of the people who do read my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something cuz guess what? I actually know that a few of you do read it due to the analytics I have on here! =) They're some of obvious that I can tell by the city but for instance, I have some people who are from different countries reading this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*5 continents&lt;br /&gt;-*20 countries&lt;br /&gt;-*158 cities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(wow, that sounds so "Amazing Race"-ish!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the main place that most of the readers come from is the US yet it seems like the international readers are more interested! For instance, the longest someone has been on my blog- someone in DUBLIN, IRELAND for about 30 mins! AT ONE TIME!!! Who would have guessed?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, there you have it! Hope all is well with all of you &amp;amp; can't wait to hear from you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-3787289841894980559?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3787289841894980559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=3787289841894980559&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/3787289841894980559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/3787289841894980559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-everybody.html' title='Hey Everybody!'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-6216717680776358300</id><published>2008-07-23T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:28:43.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>woot, woot &amp; WOOT!</title><content type='html'>It was a plethora of good news when I got home from work yesterday! Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- Finally got something resolved that has been basically haunting me since 2004/2005 and now I not only don't have to worry about it but it's now as if it NEVER happened!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- Got TOTALLY hooked up in a nice ass room for next weekend in Vegas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- &lt;a href="http://ihatebradwalsh.blogspot.com/2008/07/news.html"&gt;Justice was served&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://ihatebradwalsh.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-when-i-was-okay.html"&gt;The fucker who attacked Mr. Brad Walsh &lt;/a&gt;has been FIRED!!! The &lt;a href="http://ihatebradwalsh.blogspot.com/2008/07/does-yuengling-beer-company-condone.html"&gt;distributor &lt;/a&gt;FINALLY did something about it and I feel now there's some hope for man kind.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All and all, it was a good night! Even called LBS to see if she wanted to go get a bite to eat and a drink cuz I was on such a high! I almost felt as if I was manic! It was very strange... Well, all I know is that I had 3 drinks in me and I had a hella good night of sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-6216717680776358300?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6216717680776358300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=6216717680776358300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/6216717680776358300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/6216717680776358300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/07/woot-woot-woot.html' title='woot, woot &amp; WOOT!'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>esbugz@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11383496631794444021'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>