<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:58:10.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-3293042310753595828</id><published>2010-04-13T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:42:32.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad situation</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in forever, so I had this idea to post a quick little funny blog (which I will do still) but right now calls for a serious one unfortunately.  I love social networking sites as much as the next person, but I think there is a limit to how much one should depend on them.  I just found out tonight that a friend from high school passed away last week and her memorial service was today.  Granted she wasn't a best friend, she was still someone I admired and respected and would have liked to have been told of her passing and subsequent service.  I have since learned that it was posted on Facebook, but I kind of took the weekend off.  deciding not to get sucked into that vortex for a couple days.  So as a result of that decision, I shouldn't be informed of a friend's passing?  When I finally found the postings that were made on Facebook regarding the tragedy, they were buried amongst many other updates.  I know that at least two people who were aware of her passing have my phone number.  Would a text message (at the very least) not have been appropriate to be sure I had seen the news and it didn't get buried amongst other, much more trivial postings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just at a loss for words (metaphorically speaking) over this.  I'm deeply saddened by her passing but almost equally saddened that Facebook was the designated source of all of the information.  Have we really distanced ourselves so much from other people that we can no longer pick up the phone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just heartbroken in so many different ways...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-3293042310753595828?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/3293042310753595828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=3293042310753595828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/3293042310753595828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/3293042310753595828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2010/04/sad-situation.html' title='Sad situation'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-4737153904433657933</id><published>2009-07-26T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:20:02.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/Sm048XLkVjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8Q0-8wcl9AU/s1600-h/IMG_4003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363005340933969458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/Sm048XLkVjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8Q0-8wcl9AU/s320/IMG_4003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5693022332178791549-4737153904433657933?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/4737153904433657933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=4737153904433657933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/4737153904433657933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/4737153904433657933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2009/07/wordless-weekend.html' title='Wordless weekend'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/Sm048XLkVjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8Q0-8wcl9AU/s72-c/IMG_4003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-8958572970741845965</id><published>2009-07-19T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:25:01.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apparently have an issue with commitment so I'm going to change Silent Sundays to Wordless Weekends, that was I'm not limited to just one day. :P Here are a few pictures since it's been a few Sundays since the last post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360423238805781106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SmQMiPLEenI/AAAAAAAAAIw/npQaIL2slzs/s320/20090108_harrypotter_560x375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360423346279396418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SmQMofixtEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZmuCjexulZg/s320/cricut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360423415223516146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SmQMsgYVe_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/KuMRtUIl-XY/s320/Heavy_Metals_urbandecay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360423504175391074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SmQMxrwHYWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/L5au63W6gV0/s320/Queer%2520As%2520Folk%25201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360423586823182674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SmQM2fo4mVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/oyyF33oIIgk/s320/sethgreenandbreckinmeyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360423655695049730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SmQM6gNN5AI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-AcLBvlo3-Y/s320/tn2_paul_rudd_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5693022332178791549-8958572970741845965?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/8958572970741845965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=8958572970741845965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/8958572970741845965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/8958572970741845965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2009/07/silent-sunday.html' title='Silent Sunday'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SmQMiPLEenI/AAAAAAAAAIw/npQaIL2slzs/s72-c/20090108_harrypotter_560x375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-2153679714333990743</id><published>2009-07-09T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:04:04.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't think I should be punished for having good hearing</title><content type='html'>I feel like Milton's coworkers from Office Space, but what is it about a "reasonable" volume people don't understand when listening to their radios at work?  I don't think I should be able to hear your music from across the room.  Just because you have old, decrepit ears doesn't mean I should be punished by not being able to hear the music I want to hear on my radio.  Granted, it's a better selection today than most days (twangy country) but still...I can't hear the music that I know is playing at the desk right in front of me!  I really wonder about people's perception of the world around them sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note...I LOVE this season of So You Think You Can Dance (SYTYCD)!  I think I've liked all of the top 20 dancers except for 2, which is unusual.  I usually have a clear favorite or two from the beginning.  Not this season.  Here is an amazingly powerful dance from last night about addiction (the girl being the addict and the man being the addiction).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not...I can't find a good video to post.  I guess if you didn't see it you'll just have to take my word for it!  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-2153679714333990743?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/2153679714333990743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=2153679714333990743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/2153679714333990743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/2153679714333990743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-think-i-should-be-punished-for.html' title='I don&apos;t think I should be punished for having good hearing'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-7340878971898110148</id><published>2009-06-01T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:36:52.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 things...</title><content type='html'>...that make me happy!  Last week it was insanely boring at work so Kristen suggested I do like she did and make a list of 50 things that make me happy.  So here it is, in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So You Think You Can Dance&lt;br /&gt;Empire Records&lt;br /&gt;Kilt Lifter by Four Peaks Brewery&lt;br /&gt;not being at work&lt;br /&gt;paper crafting&lt;br /&gt;shopping&lt;br /&gt;lightening bugs&lt;br /&gt;Hailey Rose Henderson&lt;br /&gt;Macayo's&lt;br /&gt;Icanhascheezburger.com&lt;br /&gt;no more mullet-tastic hair!!&lt;br /&gt;The Office&lt;br /&gt;Darrin memories&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;good friends&lt;br /&gt;rainy days&lt;br /&gt;my dog Daizy&lt;br /&gt;my cat Spaz&lt;br /&gt;a good book&lt;br /&gt;my mom&lt;br /&gt;massages&lt;br /&gt;hugs&lt;br /&gt;concerts&lt;br /&gt;rainbows&lt;br /&gt;being the only one who knows the answer to a trivia question&lt;br /&gt;stripper stories&lt;br /&gt;playing Apples to Apples&lt;br /&gt;playing Mexican Train&lt;br /&gt;seeing family&lt;br /&gt;SLR cameras&lt;br /&gt;Manzanita Sol soda&lt;br /&gt;the smell of orange blossoms&lt;br /&gt;Tinkerbell&lt;br /&gt;baths&lt;br /&gt;Pickenheim parties&lt;br /&gt;red-headed sluts (the drink)&lt;br /&gt;symmetry&lt;br /&gt;spoiling someone&lt;br /&gt;coloring&lt;br /&gt;Red Lobster biscuits&lt;br /&gt;peppermint tea&lt;br /&gt;The Renaissance Festival&lt;br /&gt;glitter&lt;br /&gt;stars&lt;br /&gt;flirting&lt;br /&gt;Jensen Ackles&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero&lt;br /&gt;Monterey, CA&lt;br /&gt;tulips&lt;br /&gt;Pink (the color and the artist)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-7340878971898110148?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/7340878971898110148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=7340878971898110148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/7340878971898110148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/7340878971898110148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2009/06/50-things.html' title='50 things...'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-4676124205043048856</id><published>2009-05-31T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:44:28.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Sunday</title><content type='html'>I'm going to "borrow" an idea that Kristen "borrowed" from someone else but tweak it a little. Starting today, I am going to do a picture only post. This is my favorite picture of Darrin, my beloved angel friend. Enjoy! :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342214861075070226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SiNcHKQxPRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XPPh12DpwJw/s320/raypic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-4676124205043048856?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/4676124205043048856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=4676124205043048856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/4676124205043048856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/4676124205043048856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2009/05/silent-sunday.html' title='Silent Sunday'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SiNcHKQxPRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XPPh12DpwJw/s72-c/raypic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-5331749366995955072</id><published>2009-05-28T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:48:43.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chelsea Handler is my hero</title><content type='html'>I'm half way through reading "My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One-Night Stands" and it's amazing.  I don't mean the kind of amazing that people throw out all willy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nilly&lt;/span&gt; like "This vanilla ice cream is amazing," I mean pee-your-pants, snorting, side-splitting AMAZING!  Of course it also inspires me to do bad things like Chelsea does, but she makes them sound so damn fun.  On a more personal note, that would mean I would have to find men without strong parental responsibilities in order to do some of those things she writes about.  My social calendar has been pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;comparable&lt;/span&gt; to a desert ghost town for awhile and it now has the potential to have a spike in activity.  The only problem is this activity will only be happening during the week as my possible suitors each have a kid that they're very devoted to and only get to see on the weekends.  While I find the fact that they're amazing, involved fathers, I don't know what I'm going to do with my weekends!  Apparently I need a sterile boy to spend my weekends with.  Or maybe I should just spend the weekends resting and preparing for the upcoming week.  Of course, this is all a bit presumptious as it is still early in the game, but a girl can dream.  Can't she?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-5331749366995955072?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/5331749366995955072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=5331749366995955072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/5331749366995955072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/5331749366995955072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2009/05/chelsea-handler-is-my-hero.html' title='Chelsea Handler is my hero'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-2479925009080608187</id><published>2009-03-18T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:36:23.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be still my (90's loving) beating heart...</title><content type='html'>So being home sick the last couple days and doing nothing all day but lay on the couch and watch TV and nap has prompted me to get even more channels! I decided to get the Variety Tier which has a bunch of relatively useless channels, just like regular cable. However, I discovered Soap Net (which is one of my newly acquired channels) has Beverly Hills 90210 in back to back episodes everyday...and they're currently at the very beginning of the series. I forgot how much I loved that show, especially the super sexy, rough exterior, sensitive interior that is Dylan McKay.  I think I'll try to relive my youth via those super cool West Beverly High kids every day!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314721163110597618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/ScGuvT91Q_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/7_NmquPLLQo/s320/dylan+mckay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-2479925009080608187?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/2479925009080608187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=2479925009080608187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/2479925009080608187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/2479925009080608187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2009/03/be-still-my-90s-loving-beating-heart.html' title='Be still my (90&apos;s loving) beating heart...'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/ScGuvT91Q_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/7_NmquPLLQo/s72-c/dylan+mckay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-3123965804109287634</id><published>2009-02-24T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:21:07.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Or not so much...</title><content type='html'>So I know I talked about writing another blog soon, and it would likely be "R" rated, but I think I've lost the passion to write about that subject. Suffice it to say, I'm losing faith in people. One of my "best" friends started dating a guy I used to hang out with (I really hate that term, but it's the best that fits) after she asked if I minded and I said YES! And then I started thinking back on our friendship and realized this isn't close to the first time she's done this to me...which really sucks. I love her, but when she does shit like this it just makes me wonder if it's worth it in the end. Also, another old friend (this time male) and I started "hanging out" (there it is again!) from New Year's up to a couple weeks ago. He randomly stopped responding to my texts, etc. so I was a little confused because I thought he really liked me. My feelings toward him were a little ambivalent but he expressed his for me quite frequently which was nice. I get on facebook one day and find out he now has a GIRLFRIEND! Might be why he stopped the communication between us...I feel very slighted though. We've known each other forever and I feel he at least owed me the respect to tell me in person that he started dating someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the gist of what I was going to write...last week it would have been riddled with expletives and a lot of passion, but now my feelings have dissipated on both subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...I think if I had to choose words for all the letters in my name, I think "I" would stand for inappropriate. I don't have a lot of boundaries, but I know what's socially acceptable and not, so I generally censor myself. Trust me, if most people could see inside my head, unfiltered, they probably wouldn't be my friend anymore. :P  Especially since I was diagnosed with UC and was forced to talk about my poop with a whole host of people...that really didn't help!  Well, I guess I should stop this rant before I start crossing some of those aforementioned boundaries (like telling you that I wrote this whole thing on the toilet).  Hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-3123965804109287634?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/3123965804109287634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=3123965804109287634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/3123965804109287634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/3123965804109287634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2009/02/or-not-so-much.html' title='Or not so much...'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-7705216398670729530</id><published>2009-02-19T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:05:37.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The internet is evil</title><content type='html'>I'm actually quite tired and really should get to bed. (Even though I have tomorrow off, I have a lot to do.) Instead, I spend my time online. I blame work and their banning of most of the sites I visit. I'm getting my fix all at once now! Anyways, just because I can (and want to)...here are a couple sexy singing men. :) NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kn68FudgY_s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kn68FudgY_s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_aiawC-9aM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_aiawC-9aM&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;And while I am neurotic, I'm not totally crazy...I didn't purposely pick these two performances because they both happened to be the 10th performer in their respective contests. I am very detail oriented and picked up on that though. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-7705216398670729530?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/7705216398670729530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=7705216398670729530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/7705216398670729530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/7705216398670729530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2009/02/internet-is-evil.html' title='The internet is evil'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-9195461362191312262</id><published>2009-02-19T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:25:10.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living alone can be bad for your mental health</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I don't really live alone.  My dad's my roommate but he is currently out of town and has been for about a week, and will be for another week or so.  Since he's been gone I find that I talk (aloud) to myself much more!  I always talk to myself internally, it's just the realization that it is becoming external that is a little scary.  I also talk to my cat and dog, as in carry conversations with them.  I know this is crazy, but any pet owner (or lover) knows that you can swear at times they understand you.  They also seem to know just how to respond.  Then there are the times you can understand what your animal is saying to you.  Like currently my dog's big, sad, brown eyes tell me "I've been stuck in this God forsaken house all day with nothing but a cat to keep me company and you're going to sit there on your stupid light box and not pay attention to me?!?  I would like to go for a walk, NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said...I think I'll go take her for a walk, even though I really don't want to.  How can you resist rationale like that?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!  Look for a really fun, likely "R rated" blog coming soon (hopefully tomorrow).  I know, two posts in one week?!?  What is this world coming to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-9195461362191312262?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/9195461362191312262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=9195461362191312262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/9195461362191312262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/9195461362191312262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2009/02/living-alone-can-be-bad-for-your-mental.html' title='Living alone can be bad for your mental health'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-6761933186413602131</id><published>2008-10-29T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:09:01.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a support group of some sort...</title><content type='html'>I think I have an addictive personality...but luckily that doesn't really apply to things like drugs or alcohol. It just applies to things like make-up, watches, purses, shoes, books and dvds. I have no idea why I need an exorbitant amount of any of these things, but I do! And it doesn't help when there are sites like &lt;a href="http://www.makeupgeek.com"&gt;makeup geek&lt;/a&gt; to help fuel my obsessions! It is the most amazingly dangerous site for me because they use primarily MAC or other good quality (read expensive) make up! I also get obsessive about music...which is currently (and I need a wholly separate support group for this) NKOTB. I've recently downloaded a bunch of new music, all from artists I quite enjoy but I choose to listen to NKOTB (new and old) over and over! Yet I procrastinate with so much else in my life like getting my computer fixed which is a relatively important thing in my world. Can't bring myself to get the computer fixed but I can certainly spend hours looking at &lt;a href="http://www.maccosmetics.com"&gt;MAC&lt;/a&gt; or other random time and money consuming pointless sites (or blogging about what I should be doing)! Silly brain of mine that processes things as it does... I could also be doing something productive like a behavioralist for my ridiculously scared dog. It makes me sad how scared she is. I know it's in her to be a fun and normal dog, she just needs to get over the insecurity that holds her back. Oh well, just marbles rolling around in my head I thought I would put to paper (in theory).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-6761933186413602131?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/6761933186413602131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=6761933186413602131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/6761933186413602131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/6761933186413602131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-need-support-group-of-some-sort.html' title='I need a support group of some sort...'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-8519972948708396885</id><published>2008-10-01T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:21:54.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously!</title><content type='html'>Nick &amp; Norah's Infinite Playlist may have just surpassed quite a few stand by favorite movies to the top.  It is such an amazing movie.  Fun, funny, romantic, and 3 of the main characters are lovely gay boys.  What else could you ask for in a movie?  I want to watch it over and over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQxJKKfDRRk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQxJKKfDRRk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-8519972948708396885?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/8519972948708396885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=8519972948708396885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/8519972948708396885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/8519972948708396885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2008/10/seriously.html' title='Seriously!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-3806775824162737061</id><published>2008-09-29T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:37:29.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Tonight (and other times I'm sure) I realized that memory is a funny thing.  I went to dinner with my mom and a couple of her really good friends for her birthday.  We went to this little Italian deli at Scottsdale and Shea called Guido's which was really good.  In the same complex is a Blue Burrito which is where I very first met Nate (my first boyfriend).  Throughout our relationship we spent a lot of time at that intersection either going to the movies or the coin store across the street.  It made me very nostalgic even though a good part of my relationship with Nate was seriously messed up.  After time the memories seem to fade to only the good ones, weeding out the bad.  Maybe I've just been single too long and am longing for a relationship even if it is mentally damaging.  This is what happens when I internalized too much.  I do miss Nate though, I suppose you can't get away from a relationship like that without leaving part of yourself behind.  Eh...these are my ramblings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-3806775824162737061?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/3806775824162737061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=3806775824162737061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/3806775824162737061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/3806775824162737061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2008/09/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-8665426271960757488</id><published>2008-09-18T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:30:04.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I clone him?</title><content type='html'>Please? I heard something on the news about human cloning possibly happening in another country, but not for reproductive purposes.  What if I don't plan to reproduce with him...just practice a lot?  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w8P2rPA64L4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w8P2rPA64L4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-8665426271960757488?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/8665426271960757488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=8665426271960757488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/8665426271960757488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/8665426271960757488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-i-clone-him.html' title='Can I clone him?'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-2638567717355866465</id><published>2008-09-08T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:03:05.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO IT!</title><content type='html'>Even though I think all of 3 people read this blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friend of mine had this on their blog. It was so fun to read. Leave me a comment a give me a laugh. I know some of you can come up with some good ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-2638567717355866465?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/2638567717355866465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=2638567717355866465' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/2638567717355866465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/2638567717355866465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-it.html' title='DO IT!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-4316562761631215905</id><published>2008-09-04T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:54:14.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swoon</title><content type='html'>I have a huge crush on this guy...I love a man that can sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rUT1GgDGSPU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rUT1GgDGSPU&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;Oh yeah...and did I mention he can play the piano? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HW757jhtN0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8HW757jhtN0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-4316562761631215905?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/4316562761631215905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=4316562761631215905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/4316562761631215905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/4316562761631215905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2008/09/swoon.html' title='Swoon'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-3418118250999129077</id><published>2008-06-19T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T07:00:10.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom leads to blogging</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a really long time since I last posted anything and decided I'm due for another post.  Even though I think a total of 3 people look at my blog...I still feel the need to update it.  :P  Not much has really been going on in the social aspect of my life lately thanks to my wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ulcerative&lt;/span&gt; Colitis which keeps me tethered to a bathroom most of my day.  It's so incredibly frustrating to go through this and have it be such a process.  From my body not responding to the drugs like it should to my insurance company being bastards and not covering things that will make me better.  About the only non-hassle thing has been my leave from work amazingly.  I guess it makes me love and appreciate my job that much more!  :)  I hate having no energy on a daily basis and I hate that I can't do things like go to the Grand Canyon with my family visiting from the current wasteland that is Iowa.  There have been small improvements, but they're so small and have taken so long to improve it's hard to really appreciate them.  I just want to be better and resume my life again.  Especially since my lease is up in a little over a month and I don't have a single thing packed!  Hard to do when you barely have the energy to walk up a flight of stairs.  Then there's another thing I'm kind of stressing about...moving!  I don't really have any good male friends to help with the big stuff, so short of bribing a couple friends' husbands I'm not really sure what I'm going to do there.  I guess it'll all work itself out in the end, I just wish I had the peace of mind now to know how.  Well I suppose that's a long enough ramble for my first post in months!  Thanks for letting me vent.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-3418118250999129077?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/3418118250999129077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=3418118250999129077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/3418118250999129077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/3418118250999129077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2008/06/boredom-leads-to-blogging.html' title='Boredom leads to blogging'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-1392239406790155413</id><published>2008-02-21T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:13:24.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Love &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to my recent raise, paying off a couple credit cards and tax refunds...lately I think I'm made of money. But hey, you can't take it with you when you die, right? :P Thanks to my no-holds-barred spending ethic lately, I have 3 new loves. The first is thanks to Megan. I love painting my nails but don't always keep up with it because it's usually too frustrating due to my polish chipping within hours (if not minutes) of application. I painted my nails last night using Sally Hansen's Ultimate Shield base &amp;amp; top coat and my &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; dark polish has lasted an entire 24 hours! I LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169657511276051682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/R75QHdIJ_OI/AAAAAAAAAFE/aDx9aeoO8_I/s320/ultimate+shield.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another new love is my new Coach shoes! I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nordstrom&lt;/span&gt; tonight to get some lip gloss from MAC (previous addiction continued) and happened to stroll by the shoes...I picked up a pair I've been eyeing so I could drool a bit over them and happened to flip them over and see that they were on &lt;strong&gt;CLEARANCE&lt;/strong&gt;!!! The lovely sales associate came over and said "We only have 2 sizes left of that style." So deciding to tempt fate, I asked if a 7.5 happened to be one of those 2 sizes. After a few minutes of checking in the back and computer he said he was supposed to have my size but couldn't find them......so after some sort of shopping miracle he came out with a lovely white box with the cutest damn shoes just for me in them. It was like Christmas morning!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169657631535135986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/R75QOdIJ_PI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DYy1SJSF14k/s320/shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last, but certainly not least, my 3rd new love is Stash Tea. I've recently revived my love for (hot) tea and found my favorite brand. I ordered a few sampler packs online and I have yet to find one I don't love. They also carry my favorite treat from childhood...honey sticks!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169662656646872322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/R75Uy9IJ_QI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HqvgW12GEaU/s320/stash.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well...I think that's all of my rambling for tonight! Thanks for reading (if you made it this far).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-1392239406790155413?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/1392239406790155413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=1392239406790155413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/1392239406790155413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/1392239406790155413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-love-3.html' title='New Love &lt;3'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/R75QHdIJ_OI/AAAAAAAAAFE/aDx9aeoO8_I/s72-c/ultimate+shield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-6930139806015168613</id><published>2008-02-11T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:02:21.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Megan's request...</title><content type='html'>...here's a new blog!  :P  I feel like I'm 80 years old my back hurts so bad!  I volunteered with some co-workers (including Megan) this Saturday for Habitat for Humanity doing landscaping on a front yard.  Let me tell you, digging ditches, shoveling gravel and raking gravel does one hell of a number on your back.  I thought my arms weren't going to work because that's what I felt immediately, but I used every SINGLE muscle in my back apparently because they're all royally pissed of at me!  It was a lot of fun and rewarding to help out...maybe it's just a sign I need to start spending some serious time at the gym!  That's really all I have right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-6930139806015168613?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/6930139806015168613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=6930139806015168613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/6930139806015168613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/6930139806015168613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2008/02/at-megans-request.html' title='At Megan&apos;s request...'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-5771733944328677782</id><published>2008-01-06T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:16:44.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>people are rude sheep / the joys of a simple text message</title><content type='html'>Spending 16 hours of my weekend cashiering this weekend I forgot why I left retail 2 1/2 years ago.  The general public annoys the hell out of me!  Say registers 1, 2, and 3 are open.  &lt;strong&gt;Everyone&lt;/strong&gt; will line up at the register that already has a person (we'll say 3).  Register 3 will accumulate all of the people in the store while the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cahsier's&lt;/span&gt; on 1 &amp;amp; 2 sit there and pick their noses they're so bored!  You can stand there and yell "there's no waiting on 1" and they look at you like "how dare you make me walk 10 feet when I could stand here and bitch about how long the line is!"  And according to the way people act in stores, they must all have a full-time wait staff that follow them around, &lt;em&gt;except&lt;/em&gt; when they shop.  Just because you no longer need the cart you used to bring your stuff to the register, doesn't mean it's okay to abandon it in the middle of the register lane!  Ugh!  It's a good thing I only have to live in the retail world for a very short &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; of time each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also equally amazing, but in a &lt;strong&gt;completely&lt;/strong&gt; different way is the silly joy I get from the tingling sensation on my leg when my phone receives a text message.  This is also generally while I'm cashiering and creates for a VERY unproductive associate.  It's so nice to have someone that communicates on a regular basis.  Even though I don't&lt;em&gt; have&lt;/em&gt; Chris, it's still nice and things seem to be going well so far.  I get so giddy when I feel my phone go off in my pocket and run to the bathroom as soon as I can (to read and respond to the text message).  Of course, I'm sure everyone I work with now thinks I have a serious bladder issue, but I don't give a damn.  I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;twitterpated&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-5771733944328677782?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/5771733944328677782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=5771733944328677782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/5771733944328677782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/5771733944328677782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2008/01/people-are-rude-sheep-joys-of-simple.html' title='people are rude sheep / the joys of a simple text message'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-1056122173367731959</id><published>2008-01-01T01:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T01:34:07.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>So tonight was one of the best New Year's I've had in quite a while.  I went to Casey Moore's (in good ole downtown Tempe) with Jessy and Joe and met up with some good friends, some of which I haven't seen in quite some time.  Then there was a lot of drinks and fun (and incriminating pictures).  Tina ran into a guy she works with who had a couple friends with him and I wound up kissing one of them (Chris) at midnight.  I don't know what it is with me and Chris'...although I do suppose it is one of the most common names, you would think I would be able to find another name!  :P  It's okay though...he was a good kisser...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt; (see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; for proof)!  The best part was the text conversation the whole way home with him because his ride left right after midnight.  Hopefully I'll get to see him (and kiss him) again.  As a bonus, he has 2 full sleeves (of tattoos).  Very nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-1056122173367731959?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/1056122173367731959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=1056122173367731959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/1056122173367731959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/1056122173367731959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-8590467797334702028</id><published>2007-12-24T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T11:02:49.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I'm just really excited that Christmas is tomorrow! I'm excited I get to spend the night at my mom's tonight and hang out with her and John. She called me earlier and we decided on some good comfort food of tomato soup and grilled cheese for dinner tonight. I'm excited for having all day tomorrow off and the presents I get to open. :) I'm also really excited for having this entire week (weekdays) off from Target, it'll be a nice break. I'm just in a really happy, giddy, childlike mood so I thought I'd share...of course it would be better if I didn't have to work at the bank either, but that's definitely the lesser of two evils so I can manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-8590467797334702028?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/8590467797334702028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=8590467797334702028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/8590467797334702028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/8590467797334702028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-heart-christmas.html' title='I heart Christmas!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-8092671823486890166</id><published>2007-12-06T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T20:36:36.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish list</title><content type='html'>Although I think I'm ridiculously easy to shop for (part of being easily amused) I have had some requests for ideas.  Here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merona cable knit hoodie sweater from Target in blue, black, or green.  Size XL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of the following MAC eyeshadow colors: star violet, sushi flower, hepcat, stars n' rockets, swimming, juiced, bamboo, brun, mythology, expensive pink, honey lust, and woodwinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's not limited to those, but it's a starting point.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE as requested by Kristen: The Sweeney Todd movie soundtrack, Knocked Up (the movie), the new Harry Potter DVD, Across the Universe soundtrack, a case for my new camera (compact Nikon coolpix).  Hopefully that helps you more Kristen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-8092671823486890166?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/8092671823486890166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=8092671823486890166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/8092671823486890166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/8092671823486890166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2007/12/wish-list.html' title='wish list'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-9207040911988541397</id><published>2007-11-30T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T12:05:38.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another movie I really want to see and probably won't...</title><content type='html'>is Juno.  Spectacularly hilarious preview below.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so apparently blooger sucks and won't embed the youtube video, so go to this link.  I promise you won't be sorry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_qX1sx8WRU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_qX1sx8WRU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-9207040911988541397?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/9207040911988541397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=9207040911988541397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/9207040911988541397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/9207040911988541397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-movie-i-really-want-to-see-and.html' title='Another movie I really want to see and probably won&apos;t...'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-2407531363315889608</id><published>2007-11-26T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T09:43:20.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Kristen!</title><content type='html'>I got tagged by Kristen...so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places I've Worked:&lt;br /&gt;1. AZ Relay Service&lt;br /&gt;2. Ritz Camera&lt;br /&gt;3. Peppermint Bay&lt;br /&gt;4. Home Depot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places I've Lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tempe, AZ&lt;br /&gt;2. Chandler, AZ&lt;br /&gt;3. Montery/Carmel, CA (every summer)&lt;br /&gt;4. I haven't moved around that much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV Shows:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Office&lt;br /&gt;2. Heroes&lt;br /&gt;3. Criminal Minds&lt;br /&gt;4. Robot Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Movies I Want to See:&lt;br /&gt;1. Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;2. August Rush&lt;br /&gt;3. Across the Universe&lt;br /&gt;4. Juno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Favorite Foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Macayo's&lt;br /&gt;2. my grandma's goulash...it's just not the same when I make it&lt;br /&gt;3. corn chowder (a la my mom's recipe)&lt;br /&gt;4. pumpkin roll (again, it's best when grandma makes it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Weird Things About Me:&lt;br /&gt;1. now that I have 2 jobs I'm not sure what I did with my time before then&lt;br /&gt;2. I miss working at Home Depot (the first couple years)&lt;br /&gt;3. I worry about my cat like he's my child&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm not sure I want kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places I'd Rather Be:&lt;br /&gt;1. home&lt;br /&gt;2. Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;3. Monterey, CA&lt;br /&gt;4. Flagstaff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I'm Tagging:&lt;br /&gt;1. no one&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm&lt;br /&gt;3. ending&lt;br /&gt;4. this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-2407531363315889608?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/2407531363315889608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=2407531363315889608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/2407531363315889608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/2407531363315889608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanks-kristen.html' title='Thanks Kristen!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-7167891583671880967</id><published>2007-11-20T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:57:47.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYTYCD videos</title><content type='html'>Here are a few (yes there are more) of the videos I took from the show Sunday night.  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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/7167891583671880967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2007/11/sytycd-videos.html' title='SYTYCD videos'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-7668194744681104939</id><published>2007-11-19T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T09:40:10.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart SYTYCD!</title><content type='html'>Last night Megan and I went to the So You Think You Can Dance season 3 tour and it was AMAZING!!  The most amazing part was afterwards when we got to meet (and touch) all of the dancers after the show.  We froze our butts off and stayed out WAY too late for a Sunday night, but we have awesome memories!  Pictures and videos to follow soon.  :)  (And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kameron&lt;/span&gt; is even hotter in person if that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;possible&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-7668194744681104939?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/7668194744681104939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=7668194744681104939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/7668194744681104939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/7668194744681104939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-heart-sytycd.html' title='I heart SYTYCD!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-556451917003116683</id><published>2007-11-06T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:13:26.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The past couple of days I've been in a mental state of unrest. This all stemmed from discovering that Rob (my ex, still friends) has a new girlfriend. How did I find this out you ask? Myspace. Which really annoys me because Rob and I hung out while he was dating this new girl. I know it would be awkward to bring up, but still...grow some cajones! Even though I harbor no misgivings that Rob and I should still be together, it still saddens me on some level. Now that I've had a lovely day all to myself, it's mostly all out of my system. Here are some things that helped make me happy again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129958233213862930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RzFF1VtNhBI/AAAAAAAAADc/l8kZT5TUtOE/s320/the+boyz+of+sytycd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These boys from SYTYCD season 3, but primarily this one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129958263278634034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RzFF3FtNhDI/AAAAAAAAADs/ptuj86072f4/s320/kameron4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's so tasty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129958250393732130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RzFF2VtNhCI/AAAAAAAAADk/B6SuwMM9Fek/s320/kameron5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the answer would be absolutely! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129959912546075714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RzFHXFtNhEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Qgj1LQF3AqU/s320/IMG_3814.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My cat Spaz...who only looks slightly possesed in this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129964344952325202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RzFLZFtNhFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bvKaamq0hHw/s320/king_arthur_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Good movies...especially starring ridiculously hot British men.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh I already feel leaps and bounds better!  LOL!  It's amazing what power hot men have.  If only they would utilize it, they could probably solve all of the world's problems (war, hunger, global warming...okay, so maybe I'm stretching a bit).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-556451917003116683?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/556451917003116683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=556451917003116683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/556451917003116683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/556451917003116683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Things that make me happy'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RzFF1VtNhBI/AAAAAAAAADc/l8kZT5TUtOE/s72-c/the+boyz+of+sytycd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-7900261007031489346</id><published>2007-11-02T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T23:21:14.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a dork</title><content type='html'>So tonight was the first night in a couple weeks I've closed at Target and I was hoping to see my crush (he works overnights).  I look up and see him walking in the door and in an effort to suppress the giant grin that wants to surface, a silly little sheepish grin escapes.  All of this is happening as he's looking at me.  Oh, why am I such a dork when it comes to guys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-7900261007031489346?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/7900261007031489346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=7900261007031489346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/7900261007031489346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/7900261007031489346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-dork.html' title='I&apos;m a dork'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-2962466623678300624</id><published>2007-11-01T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:13:26.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan, this is for you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RypP5ltNhAI/AAAAAAAAADU/IeaMU0rAW-s/s1600-h/boombox.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127998976507610114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RypP5ltNhAI/AAAAAAAAADU/IeaMU0rAW-s/s320/boombox.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because it made me laugh REALLY hard!!  (Think back to Saturday when you were showing me that post-it in your scriptures, I think that's what they're called, with Bo's lyrics to Ice Ice Baby).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also terribly addicted to the website I found this on...its &lt;a href="http://www.xkcd.com/"&gt;www.xkcd.com&lt;/a&gt; and it has some really funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RypPyltNg_I/AAAAAAAAADM/AzUgnnxNhOo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/boombox.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5693022332178791549-2962466623678300624?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/2962466623678300624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=2962466623678300624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/2962466623678300624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/2962466623678300624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2007/11/megan-this-is-for-you.html' title='Megan, this is for you!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RypP5ltNhAI/AAAAAAAAADU/IeaMU0rAW-s/s72-c/boombox.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-2342946065973139025</id><published>2007-11-01T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:13:26.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need help....</title><content type='html'>I have a new (sort of) obsession. Professional make-up. Which unfortunately is a really expensive obsession to have. I really need to find out where I can go to become a make-up artist. I think it's in my blood or something. I've always been a fan of make-up and fun colors and self expression, but I've recently been introduced to the amazing things professional products by such companies as MAC, Urban Decay, and Smashbox can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't spend enough money on scrapbooking, I need a new obsession! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127934985789866946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RyoVs1tNg8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/p0QVvh2X69A/s320/MAC_Cosmetics-Atlanta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127935166178493394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RyoV3VtNg9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/UiwXh-qVF70/s320/manuf-883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127935303617446882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RyoV_VtNg-I/AAAAAAAAADE/LLdehDb1eFw/s320/logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-2342946065973139025?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/2342946065973139025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=2342946065973139025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/2342946065973139025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/2342946065973139025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-need-help.html' title='I need help....'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RyoVs1tNg8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/p0QVvh2X69A/s72-c/MAC_Cosmetics-Atlanta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-6889850123151794828</id><published>2007-10-24T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T18:41:08.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super funny!</title><content type='html'>So Supernatural is usually really scary and I can only watch it during the day, but last week's (which I just watched) was REALLY funny.  Here's a compilation video I found on YouTube of the best clips.  It's a little long but &lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt; worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a little episode set up: Dean and Sam's dad had a storage locker with a bunch of boxes meant to keep cursed objects IN, someone broke in, stole one box, opened the box and inside was a rabbit's foot.  Whoever touches the rabbit's foot gets the world's best luck but if you loose it your luck turns to the worst (so bad you'll die within a week).  Sam touches it (not knowing the curse) and it then gets stolen from evil hot chick.  What ensues is just funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wyI3SoZr5Nw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wyI3SoZr5Nw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-6889850123151794828?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/6889850123151794828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=6889850123151794828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/6889850123151794828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/6889850123151794828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2007/10/super-funny.html' title='Super funny!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-7156198459916508613</id><published>2007-10-22T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:26:54.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the joys of cool autumn air</title><content type='html'>Being that I'm on the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; story of my apartment complex and the weather has cooled so nicely I enjoy sleeping with my window open.  Especially since my table fan broke last night and my ceiling fan is so off balance I'm afraid to run it on high!  As I was peacefully laying in bed tonight tiptoeing around unconsciousness, I was quite rudely awoken by "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OOOOOooooh&lt;/span&gt;!" from a female neighbor of mine.  Apparently I'm not the only one who enjoys the cool evening breeze, only I enjoy it from a clothed, solitary point of view much unlike my screaming neighbors (oh yes, the guy finally reached his climax too)!  Now I'm a bit disgusted and wide awake...thanks ass face neighbors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-7156198459916508613?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/7156198459916508613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=7156198459916508613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/7156198459916508613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/7156198459916508613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-joys-of-cool-autumn-air.html' title='oh the joys of cool autumn air'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-5029285277392730107</id><published>2007-10-20T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T00:16:01.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the squeaky wheel</title><content type='html'>So tonight started by going out to happy hour with some friends and then progressed to another bar for karaoke.  Some more friends joined us at the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; bar and it was suddenly very evident that I was the only one not 1/2 of a couple.  On a day-to-day basis I don't really notice or even care that I'm single, but when you're the 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wheel it's pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;noticeable&lt;/span&gt;.  Aside from that, it was such a good night because my core group of friends got together for the first time in so long.  Oh how I miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; young and carefree and able to just hang out with friends and do stupid stuff that makes you laugh till you cry!  Thanks for listening to (or reading) my mini pity party.  Time to go to sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-5029285277392730107?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/5029285277392730107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=5029285277392730107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/5029285277392730107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/5029285277392730107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2007/10/squeaky-wheel.html' title='the squeaky wheel'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-5423133954657642737</id><published>2007-10-17T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:13:26.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New celebrity crush...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RxbvmgOYhWI/AAAAAAAAACs/th7IstnJfJM/s1600-h/casey_affleck032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122545070944847202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RxbvmgOYhWI/AAAAAAAAACs/th7IstnJfJM/s320/casey_affleck032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/Rxbt4QOYhVI/AAAAAAAAACk/GP5cw4ljqaE/s1600-h/casey_affleck032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is Casey Affleck. Aside from the best name &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; (lol) he's terribly attractive. Those Affleck genes sure are good! :P Which brings me to some movies I want to see. If only there were more time in the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gone Baby Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j_F_SH07nsE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j_F_SH07nsE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Own the Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9u_Fjl9uPk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9u_Fjl9uPk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/5693022332178791549-5423133954657642737?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/5423133954657642737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=5423133954657642737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/5423133954657642737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/5423133954657642737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-celebrity-crush.html' title='New celebrity crush...'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RxbvmgOYhWI/AAAAAAAAACs/th7IstnJfJM/s72-c/casey_affleck032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-2520472442522510445</id><published>2007-10-10T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:42:42.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So excited!</title><content type='html'>Seeing most of the trailers so far for Across the Universe left me a little confused, but intrigued none the less so I looked up the trailer that actually tells the plot and now I'm really excited to go see it. It looks incredible! Maybe it's just the Beatles lover, reincarnated hippie in me but I now can't wait to see it and imagine I'll see it more than once (should my schedule ever allow me the spare time). Here's the trailer that sold me (plus a synopsis I read on IMDB).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bQ6d3m-GFyw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bQ6d3m-GFyw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-2520472442522510445?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/2520472442522510445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=2520472442522510445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/2520472442522510445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/2520472442522510445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-excited.html' title='So excited!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-7101553387364966877</id><published>2007-10-02T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:13:28.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego birthday trip</title><content type='html'>My friends Renee and Rikki and I decided to make a fun weekend trip out of my birthday (a month ago) to Sea World in San Diego. I had so much fun! I haven't been to Sea World, let alone San Diego, since I was roughly 8. We stayed in a really nice (and somewhat pricey) hotel. Here's our room...too bad we didn't spend more time in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116967978601579746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RwMfRAOYhOI/AAAAAAAAABs/4SzpgLJeNLg/s320/IMG_3893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes we had to get a roll-out bed because they overbooked the double bed suites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116967982896547058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RwMfRQOYhPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7jyfNihZ98k/s320/IMG_3894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple views from our room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116967987191514370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RwMfRgOYhQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/csjBCJLSl1s/s320/IMG_3895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116967991486481682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RwMfRwOYhRI/AAAAAAAAACE/-svQjiePtmw/s320/IMG_3897.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The first thing we did when we got to Sea World was ride Atlantis. Lucky for me and Rikki, we got the front seat...and SOAKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116913393862214786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RwLtnwOYhII/AAAAAAAAAA8/IRRKkkxDObA/s320/IMG_3902.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Even though it was August it was still southern CA and the sun didn't decide to shine for another hour or so which left us freezing. Although there are no pictures (I was too much in awe to think about the camera) I think the Pets Rule show with cats &amp;amp; dogs was my favorite show. Aside from the nighttime Clyde and Seymour show (totally hilarious because it makes fun of all the other shows in the park).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some random pictures from the trip. Enjoy! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116915829108671634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RwLv1gOYhJI/AAAAAAAAABE/GF94H8v3jc0/s320/IMG_3907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Polar Bear front &amp;amp; back :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116915837698606242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RwLv2AOYhKI/AAAAAAAAABM/EXfFVgHOwWM/s320/IMG_3906.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I wanted to stick him in my backpack!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116915854878475442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RwLv3AOYhLI/AAAAAAAAABU/_kOUlYm9-2k/s320/IMG_3919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116915889238213826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RwLv5AOYhMI/AAAAAAAAABc/SJqndBsWrig/s320/IMG_3952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Giving the Manatee some love&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116915910713050322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RwLv6QOYhNI/AAAAAAAAABk/XnLJtAwFiM4/s320/IMG_3953.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116970297883919650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RwMhYAOYhSI/AAAAAAAAACM/5uUxefvIOeU/s320/IMG_3955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shamu Rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116970302178886962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RwMhYQOYhTI/AAAAAAAAACU/iJTw0bujVik/s320/IMG_3965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116970306473854274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RwMhYgOYhUI/AAAAAAAAACc/-arN0ViOTRE/s320/IMG_3974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-7101553387364966877?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/7101553387364966877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=7101553387364966877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/7101553387364966877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/7101553387364966877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2007/10/san-diego-birthday-trip.html' title='San Diego birthday trip'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RwMfRAOYhOI/AAAAAAAAABs/4SzpgLJeNLg/s72-c/IMG_3893.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-8992770623861188223</id><published>2007-10-01T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:13:29.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid NBC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As much as I love the network that brings me Heroes, The Office, and Law &amp;amp; Order: SVU I hate it just as much. I was going through my random pictures trying to get rid of virtual clutter and came across these 2 pictures. I miss The Black Donnellys, I should have been watching it tonight!! Stupid America for not realizing the amazing potential of this show. Now I'll get off my soapbox and try to think of happy TV related things like JAM. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116615383261414482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RwHelQOYhFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/I4IBn33Ssk8/s320/savetbd_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116615383261414466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RwHelQOYhEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/y2yIKRWDW9E/s320/PlottingRevengeOnNBC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-8992770623861188223?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/8992770623861188223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=8992770623861188223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/8992770623861188223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/8992770623861188223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2007/10/stupid-nbc.html' title='Stupid NBC'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/RwHelQOYhFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/I4IBn33Ssk8/s72-c/savetbd_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693022332178791549.post-6184275858410156142</id><published>2007-10-01T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T12:55:41.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo...</title><content type='html'>I suppose since I created a blog I should actually do something with it.  It will probably be filled with lots of random thoughts and pictures.  Maybe another outlet for feelings, etc.  Who knows?  Maybe I'll decide I don't like it and stick to Myspace and Facebook.  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693022332178791549-6184275858410156142?l=nosnilmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/feeds/6184275858410156142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693022332178791549&amp;postID=6184275858410156142' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/6184275858410156142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693022332178791549/posts/default/6184275858410156142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosnilmot.blogspot.com/2007/10/sooo.html' title='Sooo...'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068495421532500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGUB3JXUOUc/SOGpemqyP5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/bb--EGG7AQQ/S220/ct.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
