<?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-29477654</id><updated>2011-04-28T14:10:21.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Wings and Boobie Tassels</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my Brain on the Web...Where are the Damned Comments People?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>550</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-1509828898883969280</id><published>2009-04-22T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:15:35.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea, I Know....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I haven’t blogged for a while. I’ve been really really busy!! Cut me some slack!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been working on the band website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chasingamylive.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.chasingamylive.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; and have been working on “other things” as well. *shhhhhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really quite disturbed by something. And I really shouldn’t be, but it disturbs me beyond belief. This whole Miss USA thing where the girl actually had some balls and gave an honest answer to a question that was way out of line to ask in the first place. Isn’t tolerance what people preach nowadays? We have to be tolerant of that, we have to be tolerant of this – even when we don’t personally believe in it? I have no personal stand on gay marriage. I really don’t care what they do. However, isn’t tolerance a two way street? Shouldn’t people be tolerant of her points of view as we are of theirs? She didn’t say that she hates gay people and think they are a moral abomination. All she said is she feels that marriage should be between a man and a woman. Isn’t she entitled to her beliefs as well? And to be asked such a loaded question by a gay man is just absurd. You might as well ask her if she likes to do it doggy style – you know, while you’re asking inappropriate questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s my hero for today. She didn’t just give a blank stare and say, “Gay Marriage would bring World Peace.”, smile, turn around and shake her ass, and walk away. She actually gave an honest answer about something that she shouldn’t even have been asked about in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-1509828898883969280?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1509828898883969280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=1509828898883969280&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/1509828898883969280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/1509828898883969280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/04/yea-i-know.html' title='Yea, I Know....'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-5383162821859357983</id><published>2009-04-06T08:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:13:48.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How was your weekend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hey blog readers! How was everybody’s weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I’m still trying to recover. Saturday Six Foot Model played at Chicago City limits and opened up for Enuff Znuff. And the D’Molls played before Six Foot Model. It was very interesting (one way to put it) and, well, since this is a public forum I think I’ll leave it at that. It was a lot of fun but almost too much 80’s for this modern girl to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all day yesterday recovering. By recovering I mean doing my job of holding down the couch to make sure it doesn’t get away. We didn’t get home until about 5:00am Sunday morning. And then I got up at around 10:00. I had to run to the grocery store to get some stuff for my tortellini soup that I made yesterday (which was extremely tasty, I might add). But that’s as adventurous as I got. I did that early in the morning and didn’t leave the house the rest of the day. I took a short little nap around 5 o’clock then got back up around 6:30 and held down the couch some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was extremely lazy. Isn’t that what Sunday’s are all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-5383162821859357983?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5383162821859357983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=5383162821859357983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5383162821859357983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5383162821859357983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-was-your-weekend.html' title='How was your weekend?'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-6217621681684800123</id><published>2009-03-30T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:35:24.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Further Proof my Dog is Insane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KI7DswxJQjk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KI7DswxJQjk&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/29477654-6217621681684800123?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6217621681684800123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=6217621681684800123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/6217621681684800123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/6217621681684800123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/03/further-proof-my-dog-is-insane.html' title='Further Proof my Dog is Insane...'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-2757528798428494026</id><published>2009-03-26T07:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:57:23.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Friday and I'll Cry if I Want To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;It’s my Friday bitches! I know, you’re all jealous. I’m off Monday too. Now you’re really jealous! Okay, probably not, but I’m still pretty stoked about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been busy again. Now I’m working on a website for Chasing Amy. Did I mention that yesterday? Probably not. Anyway, here’s a link to the test site. Mind you, it’s two days in production and most of the buttons on the left hand side don’t work yet, but keep checking back. They will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/amy/amy.html"&gt;Chasing Amy Temporary Website Here!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/amy/amy.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss is back in today after a week and a half long vacation in the Caribbean  - Can Cun. Bastard. I hate him, I really do. Okay, I don’t hate him. I’m just a jealous wench abou tit. Which means there will be a lot of work to do today. Which means I better quit typing and get to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everybody has a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-2757528798428494026?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2757528798428494026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=2757528798428494026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/2757528798428494026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/2757528798428494026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-my-friday-and-ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html' title='It&apos;s My Friday and I&apos;ll Cry if I Want To...'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-6747765967375268548</id><published>2009-03-25T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:15:01.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I’ve been slacking, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have just been insanely crazy lately. Busy busy busy. I don’t mind being busy – actually I LOVE being busy. Makes time go by faster. But, then again, at my rapidly deteriorating age that’s probably not such a good thing. Ah, well, gotta take what you can get, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And things are about to get even crazier! Some things I can’t mention yet, some things I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I can mention is this weekend. It’ll be even more insane than last. And last weekend – well, I’m still trying to recover from that one. This weekend we have Chasing Amy on Friday night at the California Coal House in Antioch. Saturday morning I have to take the dreaded three and a half hour drive to my dad’s to pick up my sister, then go to Fecs in Kenosha on Saturday night for a Chasing Amy show. Then Sunday my other sister is coming over from Rockford and we’re going to hang out. Then Monday I have to take my sister to the airport. The best part of it all? I’m off Friday and Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need Tuesday and Wednesday too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-6747765967375268548?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6747765967375268548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=6747765967375268548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/6747765967375268548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/6747765967375268548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know...'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-6469367510013143729</id><published>2009-03-20T09:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:25:57.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Running Soooo Late!!!</title><content type='html'>And I'm posting from my phone on the train so you'll get what you get!!&lt;p&gt;I woke up this morning and decided I just didn't want to get up yet. I never do this but it's a great excuse to get a couple extra hours since there's a two hour gap between trains. That (and I'll spare you the gross details) and I wanted to....well, you know...nevermind! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway I hope everybody has a great weekend! Chasing Amy tonight at Thumbs Up in Lake Geneva!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-6469367510013143729?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6469367510013143729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=6469367510013143729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/6469367510013143729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/6469367510013143729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-running-soooo-late.html' title='I&apos;m Running Soooo Late!!!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-50017212233722769</id><published>2009-03-17T07:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:47:47.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/sm/Smileys/sp1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Good Morning Blog Readers!! Happy St. Patrick’s Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived my birthday dinner last night. Dennis did an awesome job on the roast! And he was so sweet to me all day and all night. I say that because if there ever was a time that he had the opportunity to get rid of me – that was it! You know, the poison the roast with the hemlock – that old chestnut? He must like me since I’m still alive this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice birthday. Nothing out of the ordinary, which is nice. Having a birthday on a Monday really sucks though, I’ll say that! But, you do get the birthday treatment all weekend, which doesn’t suck. So, I guess it’s not a bad day for a Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not wearing a stitch of green today. Sorry, I’m not Irish. I will never be Irish. I don’t own green clothing of any kind. So that’s that. I do have to laugh at all the obviously non-Irish people on the train wearing everything from green shamrocked ties to the horribly gone wrong Christmas-style Saint Patrick’s day sweatshirts. It’s insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess we’re probably going to go out and have some corned beef and cabbage tonight. Well, my German husband probably will but I don’t eat that shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/29477654-50017212233722769?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/50017212233722769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=50017212233722769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/50017212233722769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/50017212233722769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-2393131974146010382</id><published>2009-03-14T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:08:36.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarrasing Birthday Moments #46 (Almost)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQf3jrFTSys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQf3jrFTSys&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/29477654-2393131974146010382?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2393131974146010382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=2393131974146010382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/2393131974146010382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/2393131974146010382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/03/embarrasing-birthday-moments-46-almost.html' title='Embarrasing Birthday Moments #46 (Almost)'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-644216510527401470</id><published>2009-03-13T07:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:52:50.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I ♥ Fridays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I’m so happy it’s the end of the week. My only other wish is that it would actually be a warm one. But, alas, it isn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m going to be old on Monday. Well, older I should say. And I’m thinking I really don’t want to add another year. I know it’s all a number, right? But why does it have to be such a really big, ugly, nasty number? And why does it have to be on a Monday? The very worst day of the week? And it's not like I can take it off considering both me and my co-worker share the same birthday and it wouldn't be fair, yada, whatthefuckever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all you locals yahoos Dennis is playing with Chasing Amy tonight at the Limmerick in Antioch. And then he’s off Saturday, thank God. I really didn’t want a two show weekend since the next three weekends are two show weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get to take the early train today! So, that’s it. That’s all I have to say today. I’m sitting here thinking, hmmmm, what kind of bullshit can I spew this morning? And I got nothing. So, this is what you get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everybody has a nice weekend!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-644216510527401470?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/644216510527401470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=644216510527401470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/644216510527401470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/644216510527401470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-fridays.html' title='I ♥ Fridays'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-383333177031205189</id><published>2009-03-10T07:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:25:08.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz I'm a Blonde, Yea Yea Yea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s a fact. I had my head totally up my ass this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m blaming it on the time change. Yep, that’s it. The time change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I totally spazed out this morning. I get on the train, like every other day, right? The conductor is coming up the aisle and he’s asking this girl if she was the one beating on the doors as the doors were closing. She says no and he moves on (they don’t have a sense of humor about that shit). Anyway, he comes up to me and I say, no, it wasn’t me either (it’s the same conductor every morning – he knows me) and he laughs and just stands there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m like – what? He just looks at me like, what the hell do you think lady? Oh, duh, he wants to see my train pass. Hey, I told you I was a complete moron this morning! So, I show him my pass and he goes about his business. Now, I’m freaking out because I notice I can’t find my glasses. I know I just had ‘em in my hand. Where the hell could they have gone? So, I’m looking in my purse, in my glass case, in the pockets of my laptop bag – nothing. Nada. Zip. No Glasses. I’m standing up to make sure they are sitting on my lap. Nope. Now I’m thinking, fuck, this is going to be a really interesting day not being able to fucking SEE at work all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I look over at the window on the train. Now, remember, it’s totally pitch black outside. The sun hasn’t even started to rise. I TOLD you it’s the time change earlier! Anyway, I catch my reflection in the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, come on, you have to know where this shit is going? Yes, they were stuffed up my ass. Okay, not really. They were on my fucking face. Yes, that’s right. My first clue should have been that, while searching high and low for my glasses, I can actually SEE what I’m looking at inside my purse? What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ah, well, I also blame it on the blonde hair dye soaking in from last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pictures from last Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=farrah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/6fm/pic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=farrah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/6fm/pic9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=farrah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/6fm/pic7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/6fm/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-383333177031205189?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/383333177031205189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=383333177031205189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/383333177031205189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/383333177031205189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/03/cuz-im-blonde-yea-yea-yea.html' title='Cuz I&apos;m a Blonde, Yea Yea Yea'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-2808423639351917735</id><published>2009-03-08T17:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:41:02.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Foot Model CD Release Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HixUIt90iis&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HixUIt90iis&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I was really really bored today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-2808423639351917735?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2808423639351917735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=2808423639351917735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/2808423639351917735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/2808423639351917735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/03/six-foot-model-cd-release-video.html' title='Six Foot Model CD Release Video'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-5801422180399069222</id><published>2009-03-06T07:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:08:41.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Thank God it’s Friday!! And what a gloriously beautiful Friday it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m wearing shoes! Not boots. No gloves, no scarf, no heavy coat. Just a pair of jeans, a purple short sleeved long cardigan sweater with a black cami under it, black peep toed shoes (despite the fact I really wish I could have gotten a pedi before shoe season) and a nylon-ish black trench rain coat. I felt so much lighter this morning without all the sub-zero winter garb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=farrah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/shoes2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know it's not going to stay, but what a pre-view to spring! And this weekend is daylight savings time so the days are definitely getting longer. So, I would say that even though it's not "officially" spring yet, I'm saying, in my word, it's fucking spring, got it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Wednesday we got the CD!! Yes we have it! And it turned out awesome! Remember, Saturday is the Six Foot Model CD release party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hope everybody has a great weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-5801422180399069222?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5801422180399069222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=5801422180399069222&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5801422180399069222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5801422180399069222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-spring.html' title='I Love Spring!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-3881976934342273686</id><published>2009-03-04T07:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T07:58:06.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The CD's are Here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Humpday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three more days until the weekend, including today. Thank God! I’m ready for this one to be over – but nothing new about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CD’s arrived late yesterday but we haven’t seen them yet. Dennis has rehearsals tonight so he’ll bring some home after. Can’t wait to see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor fingers have been taking a beating lately. I’ve been playing my bass again. I haven’t played in a long time and thought – why not? I used to love it, but then kind of got out of it, then was afraid to pick it up again. You know, like, I wouldn’t be able to play again. But it wasn’t that bad. A lot of things came flying back at me that I only thought I forgot. But, how can you think you forgot something if you forgot it in the first place? Nevermind. Let’s just say that I did okay. But, my fingers have gotten too soft for those big ole bass strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s about it for me. The boss is off this week so I’ve been doing a lot of catch up work. So, hopefully, I’ll be all caught up next week when he gets back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-3881976934342273686?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3881976934342273686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=3881976934342273686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3881976934342273686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3881976934342273686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/03/cds-are-here.html' title='The CD&apos;s are Here!!!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-7948711520345882562</id><published>2009-03-02T07:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:54:59.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I need to calm my head down for a minute or two before jumping in on all this work I have to do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there’s been one really huge bonus to lightening my discussion forum usage over the past few months, it’s been that I’m getting a hell of a lot more work done. I’m sure my boss loves the increased productivity! There have been many more benefits to lightening the forum posting, such as I don’t have to deal with the assholes that still haven’t grown up yet and insist upon leaving me rude messages here, on my blog – not to mention that they do it anonymously because they don’t have the balls to sign it as themselves. It’s been so nice to not have to sit around and witness drama queens spreading their negativity. Of course, I’m sure by the end of the day I’ll get more anonymous messages. Assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I survived the weekend of staying up way too late on Friday (3:30 am) and Saturday (4:00 am). I just can’t do it anymore! Saturday wasn’t bad, considering I could sleep in and catch a nap before going back out. I was pretty much wrecked yesterday though. I did some housework in the morning, then ripped the video I took of the show into my computer (first set), edited it, and slapped it on a DVD, which we immediately watched soon after. One of these days I’ll take a clip and slap it on here. If I have the time to figure out how to do it. I mean, how hard can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it. I hope everybody out in blog land had a nice weekend and isn’t nursing too serious wounds this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Saturday night, Six Foot Model CD release party at Penny Road Pub in Barrington. They go on early, do all the songs from the CD, and get done. None of this three set bullshit. Then spend the rest of the time listening to some tribute band and, hopefully, selling CD’s!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-7948711520345882562?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7948711520345882562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=7948711520345882562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7948711520345882562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7948711520345882562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-monday.html' title='Another Monday'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-8631007457488970672</id><published>2009-02-27T07:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T07:50:06.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time for Friday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay!! Friday!! Finally!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been looking forward to this day all week. I’m ready for a few days off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be busy this weekend, but I think I’ve already covered that. Yep, I did. So, I’m not going to get into details about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did decide something last night. I’m going to start playing bass again. I used to play all the time, constantly, until my fingers were raw and sore. For years. Then I quit. I’m not sure why. But, it’s been about 2 years since I’ve played but I think I’ll be okay. My hands will not cooperate at first, I’m already aware of that. It’s going to take some time to get back into any kind of shape. I’ll be choppy. It won’t be fluid. But, after about a month I’ll get some of my chops back. I’m glad I kept my guitar! And it’s getting new strings today, too, since I let Dennis’ bass player use it for the weekend shows since his needs to be fixed. I think that’s what put me over the edge. Watching him play it at Wednesday’s rehearsal. I thought – what the fuck? That’s my guitar and I never play it. Well, that’s going to change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I better get back to work. I have a ton to do today and I absolutely have to leave on time so I hope everybody has a great weekend&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-8631007457488970672?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8631007457488970672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=8631007457488970672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/8631007457488970672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/8631007457488970672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-about-time-for-friday.html' title='It&apos;s about time for Friday!!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-4568985115996906422</id><published>2009-02-26T07:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:06:17.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Friday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ahhh….Thursday. One day away from Friday. And it’s been a busier than fuck week as it is. And this weekend will be even busier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how’s everybody doing in blogland? Getting psyched up for Spring? I know I am. I’m so over winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night I came home and Oprah was on. You know how they replay the episode from that day at night? No? Well, they do here. Now, I’m not an Oprah fan. I feel she tends to come across pompous and arrogant and I don’t feel that she genuinely cares about the topics that are being discussed. Maybe it’s just because she’s a bajillionaire and I despise her for that. Yea, that could be it. Anyway, her shit show was on and I got sucked in. They were talking about California – Sacramento in particular and all the new homeless people living there. These people didn’t start out homeless, oh no, this side of last year they all owned homes and had jobs. It freaked me out. I guess it made me very grateful for what I do have. Which is no home, but I’m not homeless. At least I can afford to rent a house and not live in Tent City, which is where a lot of these new homeless people live now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it just made me stop and think and I said a prayer last night before going to bed in hopes that people who are going through hard times find a way to survive. It’s just scary to think that bad things can happen to any one of us and we could be next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-4568985115996906422?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4568985115996906422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=4568985115996906422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/4568985115996906422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/4568985115996906422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/02/almost-friday.html' title='Almost Friday...'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-3759306463324307769</id><published>2009-02-24T07:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:28:58.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to Busy Weekends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;What happened to my social life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never used to have one. Now I’m shocked when we have a Friday or a Saturday night to ourselves. Now that Dennis is playing in 3 different projects – Six Foot Model, Chasing Amy, and a yet to be named acoustic thing with the great Miss Bethany our weekends are pretty much booked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Dennis plays with Chasing Amy both Friday and Saturday night, then has Friday the 6th off. Then plays the CD Release Party at Penny Road Pub for Six Foot Model on Saturday the 7th, then plays the following Friday. Leaving, shock, a Saturday night off. But, then the next two weekends are booked for Friday and Saturday nights. That concludes March. Then I look at April and there’s only a few open dates on the weekends then too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s a lot of going out. And I decided that it’s probably not a good idea to drink away the money my husband makes while he’s making it. So, I don’t drink much at all when I go out. And I bring my own snacks, so there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s not to mention all the nights Dennis has at rehersals, meetings, and the work he does for his brother. Shit, I rarely see the guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I suppose you won’t be hearing me complain about my boring weekends anymore. That’s not to say I won’t complain about never seeing my husband and never being home on the weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well, I suppose you can’t have it both ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’ll post some pictures here of some crazy stuff at a Chasing Amy show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=farrah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/bp/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=farrah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/bp/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=farrah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/bp/pic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=farrah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/bp/pic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=farrah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/bp/pic7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=farrah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/bp/pic9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=farrah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/bp/pic10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-3759306463324307769?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3759306463324307769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=3759306463324307769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3759306463324307769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3759306463324307769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/02/heres-to-busy-weekends.html' title='Here&apos;s to Busy Weekends!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-8788653305653557343</id><published>2009-02-20T07:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:52:51.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March 7th Six Foot Model CD is DONE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I’m wondering if somebody can help me out here, because I’m really confused about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When somebody posts an anonymous comment to be a bitch, then when asked why they don’t post their name they say, “I don’t need your drama infested life spilling into mine” what does that even mean? By posting your name my drama infested life in spilling into yours how? And aren’t you, in fact, stating your don’t mind starting your own drama but my drama infested life doesn’t satisfy you? I’m really confused. And then when you say “There isn’t anything I’d say here that I haven’t said to you already.”. Well, if you’ve already told me then what’s the big deal about posting your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just goes to show you that there are a hell of a lot of really stupid people out there that have no idea what the hell they’re talking about. And I could be talking about me because, well, most of the time I have no idea what I’m talking about. And in this case I really don’t know what the hell I’m talking about because that entire thing makes absolutely no sense at all. Anyway, my advise to you OAnonymousOne, is if you aren’t interested in my drama infested life then why the fuck are you reading my blog? Oy. People kill me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to better things. It’s Friday! And Friday’s are always good. One of Dennis’ bands is playing in Lake Geneva tonight so that should be fun. Lake Geneva is such a cool town and I can’t wait for them to play there in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the album is done! The artwork is completely completed and at the duplicating house. The copywrite stuff has been submitted. The shrink wrapped completely completed product will be arriving on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;MARCH 7th!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Six Foot Model playing a CD Release party at Penny Road Pub in Barrington on the 7th. Finally! After, what, a year of work it’s finally done! I can’t wait to see it all shrink wrapped up and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everybody has a nice weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-8788653305653557343?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8788653305653557343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=8788653305653557343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/8788653305653557343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/8788653305653557343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/02/march-7th-six-foot-model-cd-is-done.html' title='March 7th Six Foot Model CD is DONE!!!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-6543273575609917269</id><published>2009-02-18T08:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:05:34.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Are most people insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, yes, Sue, for the most part they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is with people that they have nothing better to do than harass people on the internet? Emailing them with this kind of shit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;From: MissNosy&lt;/span&gt; – Did you know that SaltySally is saying something nasty about you? Or whatever the fuck they get off on. Do you bitches always have to have somebody to be all pissed off at? Guess what? Since we got rid of your stupid asses life has been sweet and drama free. Imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is that shit? What, are you, 12 years old and still going through your junior high phase? Grow the fuck up and learn to have real discussions instead of who you happened to be pissed off at on that day. Get over it, move on, and quit whining about what happened 3 months ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Jesus. And people wonder why the hell we disabled everybody on the Vine and started new. It’s just like gardening. Sometimes you have to pull those nasty weeds out of the dirt they grow in and slap the shit out of them from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-6543273575609917269?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6543273575609917269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=6543273575609917269&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/6543273575609917269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/6543273575609917269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-hell.html' title='What the hell?'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-3401410733309279238</id><published>2009-02-12T07:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:40:15.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish I Was Still in Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I was so busy yesterday morning at work I didn’t even think to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, and I’ve been feeling like total shit this week. Fucking cold just won’t go away. I thought I was all over it by early last night, but by late last night I realized that, no, it’s still there and still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, luckily, it didn’t come back on with a vengeance until after I made some of the best chicken fettucini alfredo the world has ever seen. Yes, it’s true. It was outrageous! And the best part? I still have enough of the sauce mix for many many more delicious meals. And here is the shameless plug part – Sarah Hagerman’s Wildtree site. I have to say, these products are simply great. I have a whole cabinet full of their stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sarahp.mywildtree.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://sarahp.mywildtree.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; to there and order stuff! You won’t be sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, God willing and I don’t die first, I better get some work done. I really don’t want to be here, but since I am I might as well keep myself busy so I don’t have to think about how shitty I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-3401410733309279238?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3401410733309279238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=3401410733309279238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3401410733309279238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3401410733309279238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-i-was-still-in-bed.html' title='I Wish I Was Still in Bed'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-5095451758735977917</id><published>2009-02-10T07:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:43:44.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back...Barely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I’m back at work today as much as I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not cuz I hate being at work, I just hate being at work when I’m sick. That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m hoping to God that today goes really really fast! And it’s going to be a beautiful day outside! No way could I spend it inside, being sick. I might as well be out in it if I’m sick anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling a little better. Still coughing, sore throat, and extremely exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you should be okay. Last I heard you can’t contract an illness over the internet. Well, one that will make your body sick anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-5095451758735977917?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5095451758735977917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=5095451758735977917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5095451758735977917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5095451758735977917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-backbarely.html' title='I&apos;m Back...Barely.'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-8712737374190115092</id><published>2009-02-09T08:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:30:33.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Blogging Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm sick :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Be back tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-8712737374190115092?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8712737374190115092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=8712737374190115092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/8712737374190115092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/8712737374190115092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-blogging-today.html' title='No Blogging Today'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-718167262679828386</id><published>2009-02-06T07:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:55:59.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love a Good Friday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, it’s looking like it’s going to be a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Friday, pay day, the boss is out and, well, there you have it. The biggest downside is the pay day thing. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good payday. Unfortunately, I hate a payday when it’s gobbled up by bills. Seriously, after paying bills I’ll have about $40 bucks left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, well,  I guess I should count my blessings. A lot of people are having a really hard time even meeting their bills. Me included! But, I have a job, I’m current with everything (but will confess that sometimes, especially on stuff that doesn’t report to the credit bureau, I will pay a few weeks late) and it could be worse, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Dennis’ birthday and, well, it was pretty lame. We just hung out all day at home then went to his mom’s around 2:00. Then went to the store and bought a few things and proceeded to have hot dogs and hamburgers for his birthday. A friend of his did stop by and hang with us for a while last night, so that was nice. But, that’s what he wanted since it’s going to be a crazy busy weekend! And we’ll be hanging out with his buddies and a rock star or two thrown in for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Six Foot Model rehersals. Which I’m obligated to go to since it’s Dennis’ birthday and I’m sure they’re up to something. They always are. Tomorrow, studio down in Blue Island at Chip Znuff’s (there’s where the rock star comes into play). Then, Saturday, meeting up with some girlfriends for a while, Sunday, back at Blue Island at Chip Znuff’s again, then Sunday night I totally see sitting my tired ass down on the couch and watching Big Love and Desperate Housewives (if it’s a new one – who the hell knows, right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope everybody has a nice weekend! And some of you I’ll probably see this weekend, some of you I probably won’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-718167262679828386?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/718167262679828386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=718167262679828386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/718167262679828386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/718167262679828386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-good-friday.html' title='I Love a Good Friday!!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-5748840845081812047</id><published>2009-02-04T08:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:07:00.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dennis (early)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;For the love of God I’m really doubting this global warming thing. Not that I really actually believed in it anyway, or I should say that IF there is such a thing as global warming I don’t think humans are responsible. I think we’re going into a global cool down. In the month of January we had one day – ONE DAY where it got above 30 degrees. Can you believe that shit? Well, rumor has it that it’s going to get up to 47 on Saturday. Can you stand that? It’ll feel like 80 after today. But, it’s also supposed to be rainy. I guess you can’t have it all, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be off tomorrow since it’s Dennis’ birthday and I figured we could hang out together. Although, I did ask him if a better birthday present would be for me to just leave him alone and see him in Friday. Fortunately for him he didn’t agree with that statement. Good. He can live to see his birthday tomorrow after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what we’ll do since we’re not exactly rolling in money. But maybe, if he plays his cards right, he might actually get a little sumpthin’ sumpthin’. Maybe we could go and have a cheap lunch someplace and a drink – and by cheap I mean like a burger, fries, and a beer someplace. I think I can swing that. But, as usual, no gifts again this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s okay. Every day I read some other company is laying off a gagillion people and I just thank God that I have a job. One that pays the bills – barely. And Dennis helps a lot, even though what he’s doing now isn’t exactly union operator wage. I swear, once all this stuff gets straightened out and the economy is doing better and construction actually starts up again – we’ll feel like we’re rich! I don’t hold a whole lot of hope for this year in that area, but I can pray. I just wonder what all those laid off people with families (and without families) are going to do to get by. It’s not like anybody is actually hiring right now. So, I say a little prayer for them all before tucking myself in my bed, then I thank God that I am working and that we’re surviving. Some days, that’s all you can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-5748840845081812047?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5748840845081812047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=5748840845081812047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5748840845081812047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5748840845081812047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-dennis-early.html' title='Happy Birthday Dennis (early)'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-1487375251837565665</id><published>2009-02-03T07:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T07:53:12.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Winter Ever End?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Is it Friday yet? No? Fuck. It’s only Tuesday. And extremely fucking cold outside. There’s a shocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be short. I’m waiting for my boss to tell me he’s ready to sit down and discuss my health insurance. Not exactly the way I like to spend a morning, but it’s necessary nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been patiently waiting for a few years for this to happen so I guess I should be a little more excited, no? It’s just hard to get worked up about insurance period. And I work in insurance! Which would explain my horrible disposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis and Leo made up. They’re probably making out right now. Or not. If I was a guessing type person I would suspect that eggs and bacon are involved as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better get ready for this meeting. Hope everybody stays warm today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-1487375251837565665?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1487375251837565665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=1487375251837565665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/1487375251837565665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/1487375251837565665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-winter-ever-end.html' title='Will Winter Ever End?'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-4090574613800320460</id><published>2009-02-02T08:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:01:32.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>National Football Hangover Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The Monday’s after Superbowl Sunday always completely blow. I said it on Facebook and I’ll say it here – today should be a national holiday. No mail, no banks open, no work for anybody – well, except for eating type places. Because nobody should have to cook on Football Hangover Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Superbowl was a little different than most – why you ask? Because the game was way more interesting than the commercials or the halftime entertainment. Very rarely do you see a Superbowl where the the winner is determined in the last few minutes of the game. And I can bet that the Arizona Cardinals right now are kicking themselves in the ass for losing that one last night. But, any given Sunday right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jennifer Hudson singing the Star Spangled Banner. That woman is amazing. She has one of the most beautiful voices out there. And she brings emotion to the table – and that’s rare to be able to do both. I wish I could say the same thing for Mr. Springsteen though. He was just terrible. And painful to watch. I think his Glory Days were a long time ago and should be kept there. Sorry Bruce. Sometimes you gotta know when to say when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was rough. Saturday was absolutely terrible. Dennis and Leo are completely at odds now and I’m not sure their relationship will ever be repaired. Leo bit Dennis on Saturday morning. I’m not making excuses for the dog, don’t get me wrong, because there is simply no excuse for biting. Ever. But he’s old. And gets cranky. And two things you don’t do with him is mess with his food or his toy. And Dennis was trying to get him to play with his toy. It was just so upsetting. I thought Dennis was going to kill him – seriously kill him he was so pissed off. And rightly so. I had to pull him inside before he did something he would have completely regretted. I spent all day Saturday crying like a big baby because I know what’s coming. We’re going to have to put him down if this behavior continues. I’m not sure what to do at this point. He can be the sweetest, cuddliest dog you have ever seen, but when he’s being messed with he lashes out like that. And we had to talk about it last night. What to do about it. We haven’t decided yet and maybe it’s not time. I don’t know. I suppose we’ll have to play this one by ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you all had a nice weekend! And I hope this weekend goes by fast too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-4090574613800320460?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4090574613800320460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=4090574613800320460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/4090574613800320460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/4090574613800320460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/02/national-football-hangover-day.html' title='National Football Hangover Day!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-7599069723220928930</id><published>2009-01-30T07:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:45:36.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Friday's!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And I ain't talkin' about the restaurant. Although, I do like their Zen Pot Stickers....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;What’s with my sinuses today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I woke up this morning and my head was screaming! I’ve been sneezing and crap all morning and I just wanted to stay in bed! So, basically, it was like any other morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Friday. What can I say? I’m a Friday girl. And it’s been a long ass fucking week. Problem is, it’ll be a long ass fucking weekend too considering Dennis has two shows – both Friday and Saturday night. I have a feeling I’ll be sleeping tomorrow off. And making chicken soup. Yea, that’s it, that sounds good. Or maybe not. I don’t know, depends on how motivated I am tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit the hay so early last night that I don’t even remember laying down. I swear, I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I know Dennis was right behind me, but I don’t remember him even entering the bedroom. Sadly, it was probably only about 8:30. I was tired, cut me some slack! I get up at 5am every morning. So shut it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I’m going to try to get a ton of work done today because it seems like the days go by so much faster when I keep busy. And I want today to go by lightning fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope everybody has a nice weekend and try to stay warm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-7599069723220928930?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7599069723220928930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=7599069723220928930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7599069723220928930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7599069723220928930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-fridays.html' title='I Love Friday&apos;s!!!!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-3398994381304377580</id><published>2009-01-29T07:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:55:25.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Never Learned to Read!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear to God don’t people know how to read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, has reading comprehension taken such a nose dive that people don’t even understand the English language anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a popup pops up and says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;“Hey, Numbnuts, you’re exiting without saving this document are you sure you want to fuck this up?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you respond by clicking on “Yes” – not once, but twice and then come back and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;“I know I saved it. I don’t know what happened?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I really want to stangle you. Maybe you’re an idiot and shouldn’t be allowed to be within ten feet of a computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I built the fucking system, I know that it’s impossible to close certificate document without saving it. We had this problem last year when we had another idiot working for us that kept forgetting to save the certificates of insurance after she issued them. So, I built a safeguard in the system that if you tried to close without saving that a box pops up saying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/warning.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/warning.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;What the hell else do I have to do? I guess I better get into the designer and make it so you can’t even exit the document until you save it. So, I guess I need to add the Hey, Numbnuts part. I'm sure that would get their attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess it’s Thursday and only one more day (after this one) of madness until the weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Lost last night? Can't discuss it. I fell asleep about 10 minutes into it. Yea, I know, lame. Hey, I was fucking tired! I kept getting woke up in the middle of the night with my tummy problems so I needed the sleep. And last night was good! I only got woke up once and that was because Leo wanted to go outside. Bastard. &lt;p&gt;And FYI – Chasing Amy (the cover band that Dennis is playing guitar in) will be playing both this Friday and Saturday night. Friday at Wilmot Ski Hill in Wilmot, Wisconsin and Saturday at Lumpy’s in Salem, Wisconsin. Bring your dancin’ shoes and your beer goggles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-3398994381304377580?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3398994381304377580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=3398994381304377580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3398994381304377580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3398994381304377580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-i-never-learned-to-read.html' title='And I Never Learned to Read!!!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-7791981213115815725</id><published>2009-01-28T07:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:01:12.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sick of Celebrities and their Bullshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Why do we listen or care about what celebrities think, say, do, or look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what, Jessica Simpson has put on a little weight. Who cares. So what, Bill O’Reilly and TMZ think that Jessica Alba is an idiot. Aren’t we all entitled to our opinions? Even if others don’t agree with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that if you put yourself out there, in the spotlight, and reap the benefits (and we all know how huge those benefits are) of being a celebrity, then don’t get all whiny and pissy when they also report on you when you look good, when you look bad, when you say something smart, and when you say something stupid. It goes with the territory! I’m guessing that not one of these filthy rich, extremely pampered and spoiled celebrities didn’t know the downside of the media before deciding that was the public life they wanted to lead. It’s all okay when you’re getting awards, being photographed in the right light, running around looking good in your Daisy Dukes, being pampered by a dozen makeup, wardrobe, hair, chefs, personal trainers – but, heaven forbid, you go on camera without the benefit of all those things and you’re shocked people in the media will talk about it? Come on. Get with the program. You know that is part of your job – a job you are getting paid extremely well for. You’re over paid, over pampered, over spoiled, and have overly big egos. Suck it up and take it. Hell, for one tenth of your salary for working on one movie I would walk out my door showing my cellulite ridden flabby ass and pose for the cameras. Keep things in perspective for the love of God. There are people out there, right now, who are losing their homes and don’t know how their going to support their families. And, Ashlee Simpson, you’re going to tell me about the hope in the air for our country? Seriously, babe, shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, there, I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope everybody has a great day today, stays employed if that is your desire, and gets over this Wednesday hump day in time for the weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-7791981213115815725?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7791981213115815725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=7791981213115815725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7791981213115815725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7791981213115815725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-sick-of-celebrities-and-their.html' title='I&apos;m Sick of Celebrities and their Bullshit'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-151878877073230056</id><published>2009-01-27T08:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:05:56.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All Aboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It took forever to get home last night. And one would think that wouldn’t be possible with taking a train to and from, right? Wrong. A freight train had the nerve to break down on a stretch of track where there is only one track instead of two. Bastards. So, we had to stop and wait for them to fix the train before we could proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you imagine if you had to drive to work and a car broke down in front of you and you had to wait until they fixed that car to move again? Of course, the chances of a car breaking down and a train breaking down are infinitely different, mostly because, well, duh, there are a lot more cars on the roads then there are trains on a track. Yea, I’m a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got home finally, about two hours late. I made burgers for dinner then turned on the tube and went to bed early, but kept waking up every few hours with this insane stomach burning. It’s really strange, it feels like when you’re really really hungry and it comes in waves? Like, for example, every 15 seconds or so it burns, then it goes away, then it burns again, and so on and so on and so on. If I eat something, like a cracker, it goes away for a while but then comes back. I dunno. Maybe I’m getting an ulcer or something crazy like that. Or I ate something fucked up. Or maybe I have some kind of stomach virus. Who the fuck knows, I’m not a doctor. All I know is that if I drink or eat something it calms it down. Great, all I have to do is be eating 24X7 and I’m cured. Not good. At least it’s not making me blow chunks. That would be bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Big Love last Sunday – can I call it or can I call it? Sarah is pregnant. I knew it, I knew it! And they need to dump that whole 4th wife thing – it’s just not working. But, from the previews for next week it appears that she double crosses them or something. And is it me or is Nicki just a huge, nagging, obnoxious, spoiled bitch? Yea, I didn’t think it was just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get to work. I have to earn that paycheck that I’m extremely blessed to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-151878877073230056?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/151878877073230056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=151878877073230056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/151878877073230056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/151878877073230056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-aboard.html' title='All Aboard'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-3085940423862452405</id><published>2009-01-26T08:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:10:09.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you Thankful For?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yikes!! Another Monday and I really wish I was still at home and in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this morning, I’m very thankful I have a job to go to. So many aren’t so fortunate these days. With growing up in mid-Illinois you grow up knowing that if Caterpillar is doing well, you’re going to do well. If Caterpillar isn’t, you’re in for a hell ride. And I feel for everybody from my hometown today. Caterpillar announced they are cutting 20,000 jobs and it’s predicted 2009 will be their worst year since the end of World War II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the late 70’s growing up in mid-Illinois when the economy was tanked. It was not a pretty sight. Everything is so effected by this one company that when it laid people off, everything was effected. Restaurants go out of business, stores close, you name it. If it was a business, it closed down. My brother lost his home and both cars after getting laid off from Caterpillar. He had four small children in the house and lost everything. When they repossessed his cars in the middle of the night their oldest daughter cried. Her schoolbooks and homework were in the car. She knew she would get an F that day for not bringing in her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the only thing to fully survive in tough economic times is the business of selling and/or consuming alcohol. Which was my brother’s downfall. See, he never fully recovered from that time period and a part of him died back then. I saw it in him then, and I see it in him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for all of the men, women, and children of the Peoria area today, and everywhere in this country because we are in for a very long, hard, bitter fight. I don’t know how this one is going to end, but my heart breaks for the many casualties that will fall along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you rich ass, money grubbing, greedy, golden parachuting, fucking millionaire bankers and corporate suits rot in hell for what you’ve done to this country. May God have mercy on your souls because I, for one, do not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-3085940423862452405?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3085940423862452405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=3085940423862452405&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3085940423862452405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3085940423862452405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-are-you-thankful-for.html' title='What are you Thankful For?'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-7964867325259963756</id><published>2009-01-23T08:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:19:37.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildtree Tasting Party this Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Holy shit I’m happy it’s Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it seem to anybody else that this week seemed a hell of a lot longer than five days? Or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so lame. I fell asleep last night at about 8:00. What the hell? Did I wind up in some crazy ass time warp where I’m really 80 years old or something? I should feel completely rested today considering I got nine hours sleep last night. That’s fucking ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a lot of shit to do this weekend. So maybe I’m just resting up for that. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remind you all that the Wildtree Tasting party is this Sunday at 4:00. I hope to see those of you in the local area there! And if I inadvertently forgot to formally invite you myself, I apologize. You’re free to come! I’m just an airhead sometimes and didn’t have everybody’s info. So, if you want to come please contact me and I’ll give you my address. And bring a friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend dear blog readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-7964867325259963756?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7964867325259963756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=7964867325259963756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7964867325259963756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7964867325259963756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/01/wildtree-tasting-party-this-weekend.html' title='Wildtree Tasting Party this Weekend'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-3808680288988465426</id><published>2009-01-22T07:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:53:15.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Think of a Title So That's My Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Thursday! Yes, we made it through the hump day and now we’re ready to wind down this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which can’t happen soon enough for me. I have way too much shit to do this weekend. I’m having a Wildtree tasting party on Sunday afternoon (and if any of my dear readers here live in the vicinity and want to attend, let me know) so my day Saturday will, no doubt, be spent cleaning my wreck of a house, grocery shopping for the ingredients I need for this tasting party (my list is made), having friends over Saturday night, and we are hoping to fit in going out and checking out a band that checked out Dennis’ band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s only Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I have to get up early, make all the stuff for the party, and do any last minute shit I forgot to do on Saturday. How do I get myself into these things? I’m just hoping more than two people show up! God knows who will, since some people don’t know the meaning of the letters RSVP. You know who you are, and I love you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad. One of our regular train riders found out yesterday he is getting laid off. I tell ya, it’s at times like this I’m just thankful I have a job. Even though I bitch about it a lot, I could be in way worse circumstances. Makes me almost want to kiss my boss when he walks through the door. Almost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here’s the final Six Foot Album cover. Yes, it’s different – if you don’t believe me, scroll down and look at the other one. For one, the Six Foot Model logo is different. And the album name is different. And I think that’s it – unless you like to play those stupid games in the Sunday paper where they show you two cartoons and you have to circle what’s different between the two. If you do, you’re more than welcome to point out anything else you might see. Yea, I know, who has that kind of time, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day then it’s Friday. Hallefuckinlulah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/6fm/6fm2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/6fm/6fm2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, and Lost last night - it was awesome. I'm still confused and still think the ending will eventually suck since we won't know anything more about all the unanswered shit from day one, but it was cool to watch anyway. And poor Sawyer. Couldn't find a shirt for most of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-3808680288988465426?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3808680288988465426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=3808680288988465426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3808680288988465426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3808680288988465426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-think-of-title-so-thats-my-title.html' title='I Can&apos;t Think of a Title So That&apos;s My Title'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-2185006123642522347</id><published>2009-01-21T08:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:03:42.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama and Lost Balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Here we are, another hump day starts. Get this one down and we only have two more days to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m a little stoked today. Lost returns tonight. It seems like it’s been forever since it’s been on – but I guess a year in TV time IS forever. I had to go back and watch the last two episodes of last season just so I could remember what the hell was going on. And it’s a good thing I did because it was like watching them for the first time all over again. I’m seeing shit that I don’t even remember watching. And maybe I didn’t watch it. Who knows? It’s entirely possible I DVR’d it, thought I watched it, and didn’t. I’m that silly sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t watch last Thursday’s Grey’s Anatomy, last Sunday’s Desperate Housewives, or last night’s Nip/Tuck yet either. I think I’m finally getting burned out on watching TV completely. I’ve been skipping on the American Idol too. Oh, yes, I recorded it just because whenever I decide to stop recording something I usually watch because I don’t want to watch it anymore, something happens and I’m like – SHIT!!! I missed it! You know how that goes, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inaugural ball I watched last night read more like an MTV awards show than a presidential thing. Then I realized it was only one of the many balls that Obama has and it was actually done by MTV. So that explained a lot. But I swear I had that exact same prom dress that Michelle wore. Only mine cost about $35 bucks versus the estimated $3500 price tag on hers. Ah, well, no accounting for taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-2185006123642522347?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2185006123642522347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=2185006123642522347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/2185006123642522347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/2185006123642522347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/01/obama-and-lost-balls.html' title='Obama and Lost Balls'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-2926018866113109894</id><published>2009-01-20T08:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:03:51.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Media Has Gone Insane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, dear God, make it stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m talking, of course, about all the hoopla, press coverage, and non-stop talk about Obama. Okay, give him his moment (not that he hasn’t already had about a thousand of those) but let’s keep things in perspective, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not so much the attention that’s being given to this event – and it is a historic event, I do realize that. However it is extremely irritating that, today, there are millions of people who have lost their jobs. There are millions of families that are worried about how they are going to feed and clothe their children. There are millions of people who are being vacated from their homes and being foreclosed on. There are millions of people who have lost most of their life savings from men in corporate positions with golden parachutes. It just seems to me to be a little self serving to be focusing on parties that cost millions of dollars when those millions could help so many families get back on their feet. I don’t feel the hope in that situation, not when his campaign raised about, what is the estimate? Something in the neighborhood of $400,000,000 dollars? And how many performers gave up their time to give concerts to raise money for this man? And how many of those performers have given concerts this year to help raise money to save this country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll bet not many. Because, after all, that is the job of the government. Which, we all know, in reality, the job of us hard working, tax paying citizens. We pay for it. And we’re going to keep on paying for it because people no longer feel that they have to be personally responsible for anything anymore. There isn’t anybody that is going to step into that office and magically make everything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American’s have become a land of people who feel that they are entitled to the things all of our forefathers have paid for. That the government and the American people owe them a decent living, owe them a right to live in prosperity. It doesn’t work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine wrote an entry about a blog she had to write for a class that was very moving. She stated the differences between the America of our grandparents and the America of today. It’s called Since you Went Away and I wish I new where it was posted, other than Facebook because it’s worth the read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to patriotism? I’m talking true blue patriotism – the kind that makes you feel proud to be an American? And I’m talking to be an American – not a white American, not an African American, not a Hispanic American, not an Asian American - just a plain ole, “I’m from the United States of America” American? And what is going to happen 20 years from now when we hand over this country to the children of today? Not many of them are being taught that this country is a country worth fighting for, worth defending, and worthy of being proud of. So many are being taught that this country owes them. We take everything for granted. Including inaugural balls. And it takes big inaugural balls to spend another penny on another fucking party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-2926018866113109894?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2926018866113109894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=2926018866113109894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/2926018866113109894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/2926018866113109894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/01/media-has-gone-insane.html' title='The Media Has Gone Insane'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-2882786048970948993</id><published>2009-01-19T10:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:57:29.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Crazy Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, here I am, a week into my whole blogging resolution thing, and I’m already fucking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the weather is fucked up with 22 degrees feels balmy. Last week was crazy, with all the horribly cold crappy weather we were having so I wound up getting into work extremely late on Thursday, and not at all on Friday. I woke up Friday to the actual temperature (NOT the wind chill mind you) of -24 below zero. Then I found out a freight train on my train line derailed Friday morning so service was cancelled for the day. But, it’s back up and running today, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was insane due to Dennis having shows on Friday and Saturday night – which meant they were both very late nights for us. And my old ass can’t handle that kind of a schedule! But, I look at it as being in training – by this time next year I’ll be so used to staying up past 10:00pm that it’ll be hard to go to bed early! The shows were fun, but I gotta be honest. By Sunday I was thanking God that Dennis has next weekend without any shows at all! And he has some Six Foot Model shows coming up (finally) so I’m looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the artwork for the new album is finally done! Which means they will have an actual product coming up! Here’s the artwork for the CD – but keep in mind this is still not actually complete: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/6fm/6fm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" alt="" src="http://www.sueweber.com/6fm/6fm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-2882786048970948993?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2882786048970948993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=2882786048970948993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/2882786048970948993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/2882786048970948993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-crazy-weekend.html' title='What a Crazy Weekend!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-1102405249339639505</id><published>2009-01-14T08:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:25:10.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather, Crappy Pizza, and Bring on the Fourth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Holy FUCK is it cold outside! It's currently 5 degrees with a high of 11 degrees and a low -9. Tomorrow, high of 0 and a low -14. And don't get me started on the wind chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so happy that my boss canceled us having to go to our stupid assistants luncheon thing. It's majorly stupid as it is - crappy pizza, stupid discussions for an hour, then driving back in the snow and cold to go back to work? Fuck that. I would rather stick red hot pokers in my eyeballs rendering myself permanently blind than do that shit. But, luckily, my boss has seen the light and we aren't going to be subjected to that torture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, my favorite show added a 4th. Well, that could go for two different shows - one being one of my favorites (and possibly a fourth wife - I'm talking Big Love for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about) and the other is one that is not one of my favorites, but one I usually start watching then get bored with by the 5th week (American Idol -and a new judge). I did watch some of American Idol last night. My God, could this show jump the shark any more than it already has? You know when they bring in another judge that it's gone beyond stale. Big Love, however, can bring on a fourth wife and it would still be interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Which leads me to my predictions for this upcoming season of Big Love, which starts back this Sunday for it's third season. I only recently became an avid watcher of this show, mostly because I get so fucking bored on the train I have to have something to do while I'm sitting there. So, I load up shows on my little Creative Zen Vision W media player and watch worthless shit. Now, if you don't want any spoilers - and I don't mean this to be a spoiler because it's just what I think will happen, then stop reading NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, you've chosen to continue reading. Alright. I think that Sarah will wind up getting dumped by her spooky boyfriend since she's finally decided to be the bad girl and give up the goods. And he's going to wind up being the creepy snake he looks like he is and dump her ass quicker than he climaxes (because you just know that guy is done in about 20 seconds) because he's already way too freaked out about daddy. And daddy Bill will be behind the dumpage. Anyway, from the looks of the previews she's sitting there with some shirt or something, presumably her freaky boyfriends because he dumped her and (who isn't seeing this one coming?) winds up pregnant. Yes, that's right, pregnant. And the equally creepy LDS neighbor, who now knows that her neighbors are polygamists, is going to be so pissed off that Margene won't be her surrogate womb that she's going to threaten to expose them. Of course, the light bulb will go off in the 3 (or 4) wives heads and *ta da* - they will plot to give Sarah's baby to the creepy neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It could happen! We'll just have to wait and see....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-1102405249339639505?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1102405249339639505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=1102405249339639505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/1102405249339639505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/1102405249339639505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/01/weather-crappy-pizza-and-bring-on.html' title='Weather, Crappy Pizza, and Bring on the Fourth'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-1225719468442188495</id><published>2009-01-13T07:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:03:30.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day in Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;What a day already. I get into work and the boss is on the warpath. Great. Just what you want at 7:30am on a freezing cold Tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s going through everything. What’s with this? Why wasn’t that done. Where is this? What happened to that? I guess that’s what a boss does, right? Keeping track of stuff that isn’t getting done. Luckily, it’s nothing on my desk. *holding breath* Naw, I really do like my boss. He rarely gets all pissy so it's kind of a shock when he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what happened to this “blizzard” we were supposed to get overnight, but we woke up to the same amount of snow we had when I went to bed. I’m not complaining, mind you, but had we gotten all that blizzard shit I wouldn’t be sitting here typing. I would be at home, all warm and snug in my bed having a snow day. But that just isn’t in the cards for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m pretty stoked, though, that my laptop will be back in my hot little hands by the time I get home from work. Now, the question is, will it still contain all my data or did they replace the unit without swapping the hard drives? I guess I’ll know around 5:00pm tonight! Cross your fingers and pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I better get back to work before the boss catches on that I’m not actually typing the 10 page document he just handed me about 20 minutes ago. That would be a very bad thing….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-1225719468442188495?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1225719468442188495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=1225719468442188495&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/1225719468442188495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/1225719468442188495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-day-in-paradise.html' title='Another Day in Paradise'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-4304689352887292921</id><published>2009-01-12T08:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:25:05.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Survived Satan's Bowels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I still feel exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I spent most of Sunday lounging around the house and napping every few hours. Mostly, it was from staying up way too late again on Saturday night. Or it was the Sunday late morning trip to Walmart (forever now known as Satan’s Bowels) that sealed the deal. Take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show on Saturday went good – except for Dennis breaking a string first song in. Luckily, he had, like, 100 guitars with him (okay, high exaggeration – he only had 4 I think) and made the switch before anybody even really knew what happened. There was a huge crowd there, despite all the fucking snow we got on Friday through Saturday. Needless to say we didn’t get home until around 3:30 am. And what’s going to be worse is he has a show this week on Friday and on Saturday. Seriously, I’m getting way too old for this stay up late crap. It takes me two days to recover, which means I’m totally worthless come Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Sunday morning we decided we needed to make a trip to Satan’s Bowels. I needed a few things I can’t get at Jewel and wanted to make some taco soup. Mistake – BIG mistake. People are insane at Satan’s Bowels on a Sunday morning. I can’t even imagine what it’s like on a Saturday. You couldn’t even get down the canned vegetable isle without wanting to bash somebody’s skull in. Then going through the checkout lane damned near made me want to bring in an automatic weapon of some kind for my next excursion to Satan’s Bowels. This stupid bitch couldn’t get her credit card to work. And she kept sliding the card through the reader at a pace only outdone by a fucking snail. Then she finally gave up and wrote a check. You would have thought it was the first time she ever wrote out a check considering it took less time to write War and Peace. The three people behind us in line left for the next aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did make a purchase that made me smile – a nice, big, crock pot! Yes, I finally broke down and got one. I’ve been wanting to get one for a long time but just never think about it when I’m there. And I tested it out yesterday making the best Taco Soup in the world. So, I guess having to fight the assholes at Satan’s Bowels was only slightly worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope everybody has a happy Monday – which is about as insane as those stupid commercials wishing everybody a happy period. Both are equally as annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-4304689352887292921?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4304689352887292921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=4304689352887292921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/4304689352887292921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/4304689352887292921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-survived-satans-bowels.html' title='I Survived Satan&apos;s Bowels'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-87670022853891546</id><published>2009-01-09T08:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:44:47.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day Closer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;To getting my laptop back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It’s been three days. Three long, excruciating, hard days without my fix. My fix, of course, being my laptop computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I sent my laptop out to be repaired I took every single precaution I could think of. I backed up and removed every single picture I had and every single document I had saved. Who wants some creepy geeky guy looking at my pictures? Not that there are any porno shots on there or anything, but still. Way too much of a creep vibe not to remove them. I also backed up and removed all of my work related databases per my boss’ request. He doesn’t want his entire client list and document history to be in the hands of who knows who. I also backed up my entire ITunes library onto not only an external drive but a DVD also – just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I failed to consider one very important factor – and one very major flaw in my dependence of my laptop. Online bill paying. While online bill paying is extremely handy, one of the things I managed to overlook is the fact that all of my usernames and passwords are stored on my laptop and are filled in automatically when I access the site via my bookmarks. And I can’t remember all of them. I’m not concerned with the geek squad being able to look at my bank account (and not that they would find anything interesting there anyway). I have a master password in Norton 360 that will prevent any of my bookmarks or automatic logins from triggering if it is not entered. However, I have to pay these bills before my laptop comes back and, for the life of me, don’t recall what they are! And I have had many of my bill keepers stop sending me paper invoices since I do everything online. You know, save a tree eat a beaver – that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I’ll be spending my weekend going through all of my accounts one by one, logging in, making sure I’m up to date on my bill paying schedule worksheet – which I did remember to backup and have since accessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that get me out of paying my bills? Hardly. It just makes it a tad more difficult. And I learned a valuable lesson in the process. Keep a secure list of all your account numbers, usernames, and passwords if you’re a geek like me that pays everything online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everybody has a nice weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-87670022853891546?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/87670022853891546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=87670022853891546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/87670022853891546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/87670022853891546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-day-closer.html' title='One Day Closer...'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-5590922238444140922</id><published>2009-01-08T08:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:08:29.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, Posting Two Days in a Row!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, boy, what a morning already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out okay. But, on the train, my eyes started seeing holes. Not good. I don’t know what causes it, or how to prevent it, or how to treat it when it happens – I just have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what I thought would be a nice, peaceful morning in the office isn’t turning out that way. My boss was supposed to be in a meeting this morning but the meeting was cancelled which means he is here, in the office, driving me crazy! I might have to leave early today, but I’ll wait and see how it goes. But I’m not sure if I can leave considering I don’t have a ride home from the train station. Dennis isn’t going to be home this morning. Ah, the pitfalls of not driving yourself. You have to adjust to other people’s schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest bummer in all of this is tonight is our home night. Since Dennis is working on a million different music projects including his original project Six Foot Model and the album coming out soon, Chasing Amy (a cover band playing mostly requested songs that plays out every weekend), a Jazz band that will do shows in the middle of the week, and whatever else he gets roped into doing. I guess if you’re going to be a professional musician you have to do whatever pays – even if you don’t like the material. The downside is that he’s shacked up in rehearsals or shows most days of the week. Case in point, this week I think he was only home Tuesday and tonight, rehearsals for Jazz band on Monday, had Tuesday off, Chasing Amy rehearsal on Wednesday, tonight off, Six Foot Model rehearsals on Friday, show on Saturday, not sure about Sunday. He’s become quite the busy guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m going to try to get as much work done as possible until I find out when Dennis will be home and plan on going home, going to bed, and sleeping this horrible migraine off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your day is better than mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-5590922238444140922?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5590922238444140922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=5590922238444140922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5590922238444140922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5590922238444140922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-posting-two-days-in-row.html' title='Wow, Posting Two Days in a Row!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-8437946279317879550</id><published>2009-01-07T08:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:26:17.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No See!!! Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I’m back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it’s true. I decided to take a hiatus for a while but I kinda miss my own stupid rants and decided to revive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I’m going to say is this – and if you are a person of even moderate intelligence this should be a no brainer. If you don’t like me, don’t like what I have to say, then don’t read my fucking blog!!! It’s really that simple. If you dare to continue reading, that’s your choice. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened since my last post. And I’m not even going to get into all the boring and trite details other than to say that life is good! Could be better, I won’t deny that, but could be worse – and has been worse in 2008. But this is 2009. It’s a new year, with new things happening – in with the new, out with the old. Except for some old things aren’t necessarily bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered quite a few things in 2009. One of them being that there are some real assholes out there in the cyberworld. Some of them have nothing better going on in their lives than the social standings on the internet. People – the internet is not real! Get out, find some real friends and stop using the internet as your own silly social experiment. That being said, I have some very good internet friends that do not fall into this category. And you know who you are. And if you’re insulted by this, then you know who you are too. But that’s not my problem – that’s yours. Stop examining everybody else’s life and start pointing the fingers at your own. I know that’s a hard thing to do, but not everything is about you. And for those of you that are reading this and are tired of my constant attention whoring I have one thing to say to you – stop giving me the fucking attention then! You look like a complete and total idiot when you do that. And you know who you are. Making a 10 page thread to express how I crave attention is the most absurd thing you can do. Then to complain when I won’t fight with you about it? Do you own a brain? And I understand your feeble little minds can’t even come close to grasping that concept, but try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to dedicate myself each and every morning to try to make you laugh, piss you off, and to make you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I said I and dedicating myself to trying. I didn’t say anything about accomplishing that goal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-8437946279317879550?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8437946279317879550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=8437946279317879550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/8437946279317879550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/8437946279317879550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-time-no-see-happy-new-year.html' title='Long Time No See!!! Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-2465433298304773485</id><published>2008-08-13T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:01:18.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/L/28/70de46_436561a1ad2a84v4lmn046" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-morph"&gt;Celebrity Morph&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/vintage-pics"&gt;Vintage pics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/ancestory"&gt;Ancestory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-2465433298304773485?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2465433298304773485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=2465433298304773485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/2465433298304773485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/2465433298304773485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/08/myheritage-celebrity-morph-vintage-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-5929057079472006894</id><published>2008-07-08T13:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:01:41.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yea, I know I haven't blogged in a long ass time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I've been really busy! What, with Dennis' new album getting done, finishing up on the side project, holidays, earthquakes, tornado's, tsunami's, my tux didn't come back from the cleaners...you know how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And I've been real busy with the new forum. Ah, fuck it, I'll post it here anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wwlosers.myfunforum.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;http://wwlosers.myfunforum.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'll be back soon. Just takin' a little bit of a breather for a little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-5929057079472006894?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5929057079472006894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=5929057079472006894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5929057079472006894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5929057079472006894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know....'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-8742333420692826377</id><published>2008-06-27T07:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:04:23.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Job as a Farrah Impersonator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Heya everybody!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday!! Gotta love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No plans this weekend as far as I know. I asked Dennis what was going on this weekend and he said, "Don't know yet.". Not sure what that means, but I guess it means he doesn't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was fucking around with this silly ass makeover site (it was a link I found and it made me giggle so don't fuck with me!). Sorry. I snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you are completely bored today go ahead and follow this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taaz.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered what I would look like had I been cast in Charlies Angels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=farrah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/farrah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Of course, I look more like a drag queen, but oh well. It was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hope everybody has a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-8742333420692826377?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8742333420692826377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=8742333420692826377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/8742333420692826377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/8742333420692826377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-job-as-farrah-impersonator.html' title='My New Job as a Farrah Impersonator'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-6557044262414683069</id><published>2008-06-24T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:02:12.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Megan!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Megan.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/Megan.jp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Cindy Lou's new bundle of joy!! Isn't she just beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Here's Cindy's email:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hey all, Megan Danielle Bloom was born at 1:12 AM this morning weighing in at 7 pounds 12 ounces and 19.5 inches in length. She is absolutely perfect and has a full head of dark brown hair. She's doing great and I am feeling really really good considering. I have attached a picture of her for you to enjoy. :o)Mike, the kids, and I are very happy and truly blessed to have such a precious addition to our family. Love to all, Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Edited: I removed the baby's picture since I didn't get Cindy's permission to put it up. If she gives me the go ahead, I'll repost it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-6557044262414683069?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6557044262414683069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=6557044262414683069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/6557044262414683069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/6557044262414683069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/06/meet-megan.html' title='Meet Megan!!!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-3169253549902246237</id><published>2008-06-24T07:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:06:53.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cindy Had the BABY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;At least, that's what my phone told me so unless my phone is a liar Cindy had her little baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;I got a text message around midnight saying that she was at the hospital, then another one around 3:00am saying the baby is here! And that's all I know. I'm assuming it's a girl, but she never said! Oh well, maybe Kimberly knows more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Congrats Cindy!! WE LOVE YOU GIRL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much time this morning since I'm still working on a stack of stuff from last week, but I thought I would post some pictures my sister emailed me of her backyard: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pp1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/pp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The waterfall and bat cave. Notice there will be seating under the waterfall on this one? Way too cool! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pp3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/pp3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;A view showing the new jacuzzi and the back of the house. The seating goes all around on this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pp5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/pp5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the inside. It's hard to guage how big the pool is going to be. I know it's a lot bigger than the old one though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Still a lot of work to be done! The tile guys were supposed to be there yesterday to tile it up I guess. I don't know how it all works, all I know is that it'll be working and operational when I go to visit in early September!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-3169253549902246237?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3169253549902246237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=3169253549902246237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3169253549902246237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3169253549902246237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/06/cindy-had-baby.html' title='Cindy Had the BABY!!!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-7083056087762690228</id><published>2008-06-23T08:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:37:44.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays Blow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The weekend is over, and a new week starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's the way Monday's are though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very busy weekend, which is nice because I hate boring ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out on Friday afternoon with Dennis picking me up from work. We were going to go down to Blue Island to the studio, but we wound up not doing that since we knew we had to go on Sunday so we just went out to lunch and hung out instead. We did go Friday night to Chicago City Limits to see some friends play in their band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the WW newb pool party, which was a great time! I did good and didn't drink myself unconcious but left early since we had to be up at the crack of dawn on Sunday to go to Blue Island. And we spent all fucking day there on Sunday and didn't get home last night until right around 10:00pm. And then a friend stopped by who wanted to hear the new songs and didn't leave until aroud 11:00 so I'm freaking exhausted today! And probably not making much sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do have pictures from Saturday that I have not loaded into my computer yet so you'll just have to be patient...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-7083056087762690228?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7083056087762690228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=7083056087762690228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7083056087762690228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7083056087762690228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/06/mondays.html' title='Mondays Blow'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-7346562996412730665</id><published>2008-06-16T08:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T08:39:53.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Survived the Week from Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Wow, Monday again!! And I haven't blogged since last Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Last week was a week from hell. My server crashed and I had to order a new one. Unfortunately, it's next to impossible to find a server that has the operating system I want on it already loaded. And I had to find it already loaded since it takes two weeks to get the operating system from Microsoft (we're using Windows 2000 Professional, which isn't supported anymore so no server purchased today can run it - you have to get Windows 2003 or Windows 2008 and it takes forever and is expensive as all hell). Of course, I didn't realize this until after we got a new server and I went to load the OS on it. Then it's like - guess what? You're fucked!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, I eventually got a server from Dell, however it'll take at least two weeks to get here. Great. What do we do in the meantime? Find an old computer that still has EIDE drives on it that will load Windows 2000. And I found one - my boss wife's home computer. The thing is slower than shit, but it's fine for what we're using it for. And she gets a bonus of a new computer! So, we have a crutch until the new server eventually makes it's way here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mojo Cannon's album is really coming out great! They're in the mix down stage now, so it shouldn't be too much longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;They are playing this Friday night at Chicago City Limits in Schaumburg with 3 other bands. Which is nice because we don't have to stay until 2:00am when everybody else is done! I believe they are playing second so that might make them play around, hmmmmm, 10 or 11pm? Then they play a huge outdoor party in Spring Grove on the 4th. Which will be a lot of fun! It's on the property where Spring Grove does their fireworks. The guy who owns the property also owns the antique store where the guys rehearse. Lots of food, lots of booze, lots of FUN! So, if you're in this area you are cordially invited to the bash of the season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And that's about it. How was your weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-7346562996412730665?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7346562996412730665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=7346562996412730665&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7346562996412730665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7346562996412730665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-survived-week-from-hell.html' title='I Survived the Week from Hell'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-4231093751854820433</id><published>2008-06-09T08:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T08:44:55.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Boring Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, another Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty boring weekend. I wound up grabbing a stack of about 300 cd roms that have been gathering dust in my closet in an effort to get rid of them but not before tranferring the stuff I really want to keep to my new Western Digital My Book 500 gigabyte external hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Saturday as I'm tediously sick and going through these cd's, I stumble across some old pictures of myself that really made me laugh. And, they'll no doubt make you all laugh too since some are pretty ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off with the newest first - these are from about the year 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/final1.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/lh1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/final1.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/lh2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/final1.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/old2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/final1.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/lh3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Now we'll get a little older by about a year - 1999: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/final1.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/lh4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And here we have 1998:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/final1.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/lh5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/final1.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/old3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, time to go way back to the days of 1996:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/final1.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/old1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, are you ready for the 80's? Big hair glamour shots (and note how dark my hair is!!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/final1.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/old5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And one more - from the beginning of my sophomore year of high school - so that would make me, what, about 15 or so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/final1.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/old4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, there's a lot more but this is it for now! I think it's embarrasing enough for one day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that's how I spent my weekend. We did wind up going out for a little bit on Saturday night which was good since I needed desperately to get out of the house. Then yesterday we went to see a friend play in a pool tournament for a while then came home and watched a really stupid stupid movie - Meet the Spartans. I wouldn't recommend it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-4231093751854820433?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4231093751854820433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=4231093751854820433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/4231093751854820433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/4231093751854820433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-boring-weekend.html' title='What a Boring Weekend!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-7381941401662305916</id><published>2008-06-06T07:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T07:46:33.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Being Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Finally, Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so happy the work week is over, but extremely bummed about the weekend plans. This is the weekend of the Bears fan expo. That I'm not going to be able to go to now. Because I'm sick. Which totally sucks. But what would suck the most is if I got Cindy Lu sick when she's 8 months pregnant! I would just never be able to forgive myself if something bad were to happen. Shit. I hate this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Doctor called last night and confirmed that I have strep after the tests he gave me yesterday morning. And I still feel really nasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, now, the weekend plans are up in the air. I'll probably spend it doing nothing, as usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yea, I'm really pissed off. Can't you tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-7381941401662305916?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7381941401662305916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=7381941401662305916&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7381941401662305916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7381941401662305916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hate-being-sick.html' title='I Hate Being Sick'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-7879935531027952231</id><published>2008-06-03T09:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:16:56.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this week over yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/final1.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m119/igorpoe/0005617d1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Hump Day!!! Well, tomorrow is hump day but I wanted to post this today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit - I have a bug or something. My throat, head, body, even my toes hurt today. I just feel yucky! But, I'm at work so that's something, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to stay at work since I have a hair appointment this evening at 5:00pm. One that keeps getting postponed and if I cancel God knows when I'll be able to get another appointment. So, I have to tough it out for the rest of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't blog yesterday. I tried loading blogger.com but the fucking thing wouldn't load. Oh well. That's the way life is on the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-7879935531027952231?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7879935531027952231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=7879935531027952231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7879935531027952231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7879935531027952231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/06/is-this-week-over-yet.html' title='Is this week over yet?'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-1458668611116194748</id><published>2008-05-30T08:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T08:44:03.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Go Back to Bed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Already having a bad morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, not entirely bad, but not entirely good either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Starts off I got up very late today. My sinuses are screaming again today (started late yesterday afternoon) and it's showing no signs up letting up. So, I did a very quick shower, no hair washing, quick makeup, quick *gotta do something with the hair* thing, threw on the first pair of jeans and top I saw, grabbed my computer, purse, and lunch and left the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I did get to the train station on time (yes, miracles DO happen) only to find out that there was some kind of freight train accident in Grayslake and the trains were operating at least an hour behind. Fortunately, a few of the women who ride my train and get off at the same stop as I do decided to drive in so I caught a ride with them. I was about 40 minutes late to work, but still the first person in the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Now, I just pray that the trains are running as scheduled tonight. But, with Murphy's Law and all I wouldn't count on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;We actually did go out for a while last night and met a fellow weight watchers board poster - sudoplog. Her husband and his family band were playing at Rugans, which is in the town I live in so we stopped by. She's extremely cute and very sweet. And then in walked the girls from the salon I get my hair done at. Or the salon I don't get my hair done at, depending on if they get the schedule right! There was a slight disaster Tuesday night with my hair appointment and I wound up not getting anything done at and and rescheduling my appointment for next Tuesday instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Not real thrilled about that, but what can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I suppose I better get to work and get some some done since I was very late today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hope everybody has a nice weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-1458668611116194748?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1458668611116194748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=1458668611116194748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/1458668611116194748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/1458668611116194748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wanna-go-back-to-bed.html' title='I Wanna Go Back to Bed!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-3142679590187093443</id><published>2008-05-27T08:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:34:17.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Wow, what a crappy day! It's a Tuesday, which is really Monday this week, and it's just cold and gloomy outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I hate coming back to work after four days off. Especially today. Got in, couldn't connect to the internet since my co-workers decided to take it upon themselves to fix the network while I was gone. So, I think I have it fixed now. We'll see. I'm connected, so that's a bonus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;My weekend was really quite boring. It started off exciting enough - finding ole Pip Cherrio's gross nudie pics and all, but ended up being boring as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Wound up spending all day Sunday and Monday at the studio with Dennis. At least stuff gone done and it wound up going really well. All Dennis' stuff is done. All that's left to do is Chip and Jimmy are going to add some Ooohs and Ahhhs and stuff - then it gets mixed down and mastered. It'll actually be done quicker than I initially thought. Looking at the final mastering to be completed in early July. Of course, duplication and packaging won't be done at that time so it's still a wait. But, the work will be done at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I better get back to work and figure out what they hell they've done to my system while I was out on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-3142679590187093443?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3142679590187093443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=3142679590187093443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3142679590187093443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3142679590187093443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-1043650322117183840</id><published>2008-05-21T07:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:10:21.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Day Is It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's Wednesday, my Thursday, since I'm off Friday for a four day weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And we're going to do the whole memorial day BBQ thing, since we went out and bought a new grill last night. Of course, that's if Dennis gets it put together and goes and gets us some propane before then. I did the grocery shopping on Monday night and got the St. Louis Ribs. They were buy one get one free so I couldn't pass that up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;However, it appears there's a slight wrinkle in our Memorial Day plans. Now Jimmy is talking about going to the studio on Sunday and Monday. I guess it wouldn't bother me because I know how important it is to get this done, however, this means that, once again, Dennis and I won't have a day off together. Come to think of it, I can't remember the last time we did have a day off together. He works teaching guitar on Saturdays, has church and breakfast then either studio or practice on Sundays. And that's it. So, part of me is in protest over this studio thing over the weekend, but part of me says, "Why not?". As long as we can make it fun who cares what we're doing or where? So, we'll just have to see how this plays out. I'll go along with whatever, but it will make me contemplate what day I can actually make those ribs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Dennis just called me as I'm typing this and wants to go out tonight to see a guy he knows do his acoustic thing. I said fine, whatever, as long as you get that fucking grill put together by the end of the summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-1043650322117183840?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1043650322117183840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=1043650322117183840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/1043650322117183840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/1043650322117183840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-day-is-it.html' title='What Day Is It?'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-5190163812575183511</id><published>2008-05-19T07:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:01:06.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, God, No, Not....MONDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, Virginia, there is a Monday and today will be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the boss isn't due back until tomorrow. That's a bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, crap. I looked at his calendar and they actually fly back today. I'm just hoping it'll be later today so there won't be time to come into the office. He'll do that - be gone on a vacation then head into the office the second he gets back. Then he's all tired and grumpy. Just get some rest then go to work. So, we'll see. I was told he wouldn't be back in until tomorrow, but then again they don't tell me everything. I have to get the little bits and pieces that I can and try to figure out what is going on from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not highly effective, but I gotta take what I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this weekend. Saturday was a nice day. A little chilly and I wasn't thrilled with that, but warm enough to make me not going into meltdown mode - like Sunday. I did the housework Saturday morning, then moved on to paying bills Saturday afternoon. I finally finished around 2:00 pm, I took a break and went out to check out the outlet mall that is only about 15 minutes from my house. It was pretty cool - they have a Coach outlet, a BCBG outlet, an Aldo store (which is where I snarfed up these bad boys):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/final1.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/s6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yea, I know. I said no more shopping didn't I? Well, I was so freaking bored waiting for Dennis to get home from work, and I needed some black shoes really really bad. And they were on sale! And, see, I even painted my toenails for the occasion!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, all the stuff I got was strictly for work. One of the problems with even thinking about changing jobs has been the fact that I don't own a whole lot of acceptable work clothes. Here, where I'm at now, I can wear jeans, which means that's pretty much all I've worn for the past three years. I've been slowly adding in some dress pants and skirts into the mix just in case I decide to switch jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The one thing that worries me about this weekend, however, is my bank website. It's been down since Saturday. And still is. And that drives me crazy because I'm the anal type that balances her checkbook every day. And I don't write in my debit card purchases because I'll see them all online then right them down. I've tried calling my bank but they aren't open yet.  I guess I'll try them again right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-5190163812575183511?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5190163812575183511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=5190163812575183511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5190163812575183511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5190163812575183511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-god-no-notmonday.html' title='Oh, God, No, Not....MONDAY!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-3164156434851858220</id><published>2008-05-16T08:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:26:12.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Friday's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ahhh....Friday. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the weather looks like it might actually be nice today. Miracles do happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure at all what's going on this weekend. Saturday - same old shit, housecleaning. Sunday, possibly studio, probably not. And that's the extent of our plans for this weekend - no plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been a nice week with the boss out. Really quiet! But, I didn't get as much work done as I thought I would. Mostly because regardless if he's in the office or not, the phone rings. And that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my Victoria's Secret order yesterday and some things I'm happy with, some things not. I'm not crazy about the bikini at all. I think it makes my boobs look really odd - the halter is way too wide for me, and the gap in the middle just looks kind of strange. So, it's going back. I have two other swim suits I can wear this year - and, besides, it's not like I got a whole lot of places where a suit is required anyway. The two suits I've purchased in the last three years have only been worn a couple times anyway. So, screw it, send it back and get my hundred dollars back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep the white dress tho. I really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/final1.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/s2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And that's about it. Nothing new to report. Same old boring shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And on that note, I hope everybody has a great weekend&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-3164156434851858220?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3164156434851858220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=3164156434851858220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3164156434851858220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3164156434851858220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/05/ahhh.html' title='I Love Friday&apos;s'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-5042260152622608808</id><published>2008-05-14T08:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:12:34.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's been two weeks. And I survived it. And they say that the first two weeks are the hardest, so I guess I'm doing okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Does anybody care at all who wins American Idol? No? Didn't think so. I watched, in horror, last night as the contestants took the stage. I thought David Archuletta did a great job. He's the only real singer's singer this year. Sayesha is pretty good - but she's kind of thin. And don't get me started on David Cook. Could he be any more pitchy and just completely miss notes and nobody notices? Where were the high notes on the Aerosmith song? Oh, yea, that's right. You didn't notice because that's when the guitar came in and completely hid the fact that he couldn't hit them. My bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, I'm a little weirded out by something. I recently discovered that some people are reading this thing that that I didn't even know they knew existed. It's okay, though, because (thinking back on it) I don't think I've ever said anything bad about these people so I suppose I have nothing to worry about. But, it's still creepy knowing your husbands guy friends are coming here and reading my most personal shit. Yes, this is as personal as I get. Sad, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And things are great at work with the boss out. He needs to take a vacation every other week. It's been so quiet and relaxing. Ahhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And I did something that I thought I wouldn't ever do again. I ordered a bikini from Victoria's Secret. Which scares the shit out of me. I swore the bikini I bought after hitting goal 3 years ago would be the last one I would ever buy. Mostly because, well, let's face it. You get to a certain age and, well, bikinis are one thing that really should go. And I tell myself I'm at that age but I've reconsidered. I figure I still don't look THAT bad so why not have some fun with it while my ass isn't quite hanging to my knees yet. I would have said the boobs hanging to my knees but I don't think these things are ever going to move. I'll be 98 years old and these things will still be securely buckled to the area the are currently firmly attached to. Which, is kind of cool but kind of creepy at the same time. Notice I said I ordered a bikini - I said nothing about actually wearing it where people can see me in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I swear I've paid more bills this week than I have in the past year. But, everything is caught up. And I mean everything! Well, except the IRS *shhhh* and I'll have to save and deal with them when I can. Oh, and that silly lawsuit thingy with the medical bill. The check I sent them still hasn't cleared my bank so who knows. They might be sitting on it, getting ready to serve me more papers, or getting ready to serve my boss papers to give them my next paycheck. Which won't happen. If they do that, then the boss pays it and takes it out of my bonus at the end of the year. Which will suck, but at least it'll be done and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hope you all have a groovy kind of day! Peace man, far out, and sock it to me baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-5042260152622608808?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5042260152622608808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=5042260152622608808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5042260152622608808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5042260152622608808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-weeks-and-counting.html' title='Two Weeks and Counting'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-1762017481895277177</id><published>2008-05-12T07:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T08:06:25.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least the Sun is Shining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;*ugh* Another Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The weekend went by way too fucking fast. And the weather totally sucked so it made for an extremely boring ass weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Saturday I spent all day house cleaning. And I only got the downstairs done! And we don't even have a huge downstairs. But, with the side contract and going with Dennis to record I haven't had much time for cleaning. I cleaned down the kitchen, scrubbed the floors, dusted everything and that's all I had time for! Except I had to run out and get more shampoo, conditioner, and Silky Sexy Hair stuff. And I about choked when it came time to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;divvy&lt;/span&gt; up and pay - $75 dollars for that! I didn't realize that the shampoo, conditioner, and this silky stuff is all $25 bucks a piece. I'm going to start using it a hell of a lot more conservatively, that's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Went Sunday to the studio for Dennis to record vocals, but, unfortunately, that didn't happen. We were about 1/2 way there when Jimmy called to let us know that they blew a power supply to the main board and they were trying to fit as they spoke. We glanced over at the northbound bumper to bumper traffic to decide a) turn around, go back home and see if they fix it, b) get off the highway and find something to do for a few hours and wait to see if they fix it, or c) bite the bullet and just keep going, get there, and see if they fit it. We went with plan C. Unfortunately, it's a part that requires replacement and couldn't be fixed so we wound up hanging out for a while, eating, then trekking back for the two hour drive back home. Actually, it only took an hour and a half because traffic was light on the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And, yes, I'm still not smoking! I haven't budged on this one. Could this actually be it for me? Only time will tell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-1762017481895277177?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1762017481895277177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=1762017481895277177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/1762017481895277177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/1762017481895277177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/05/at-least-sun-is-shining.html' title='At Least the Sun is Shining'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-5912261595346533406</id><published>2008-05-09T08:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T08:50:36.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now it IS Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And I'm lovin' it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm all alone in the office - just me. Nobody else. And it's so quiet it's scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And the boss is out all next week! Ahhhh, a whole week of peace and quiet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And it's been one week, 2 days, 1 hour, and 47 minutes since my last cigarette. No cheating either! Not a single puff! Of course, I said nothing about smoking of anything else so I can't be responsible for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Nothing big planned for the weekend. Except housework and making spaghetti sauce tomorrow, then I'm going to go the the studio with Dennis on Sunday and listen to him do lead and backing vocals. I better start looking for a book or something to bring with me because it winds up always being a long drawn out process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hope everybody has a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-5912261595346533406?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5912261595346533406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=5912261595346533406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5912261595346533406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5912261595346533406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/05/now-it-is-friday.html' title='Now it IS Friday!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-8970446014969601476</id><published>2008-05-08T08:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T08:52:50.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, Almost Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But almost doesn't count, now does it?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;One more day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, American Idol last night. Finally, the dreaded dread dude leaves. Not that it matters much. Or not that I care at all who wins this thing, but if I were a betting type person I would have to put my money on David Archuletta. Although, I do think that Dave Cook should have left a long time ago, I would put my money him making the finale. A finale that I'm sure I won't be watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;At least tonight is Greys and Lost. About the only thing worthy of watching right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I've been so burned out on the whole TV thing that I still haven't watched Grey's from last week. I'm just real sick of the whole Meredith insecurity wah wah wah all the time. She finally gets her man and what does she do? Let's him go. She's an idiot and she deserves to be miserable - just the way she likes it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;What is the deal with Victoria's Secret and UPS? I placed an order with them on Tuesday and got a tracking number for the shipment. What happens when I put the tracking number in UPS? It says that the package was shipped to some address in bumblefuck in 2006. So, I call UPS and they tell me, basically, that the people at Victoria's Secret are morons and reuse the tracking numbers. Which is pretty irritating because I'm wondering if this time next year somebody will track my tracking number and see my address pop up on their screen? Isn't this a tad bit on the whole infringement of privacy thing? Not that I really care if Mark Blow in Tulsa knows that I placed an order with Victoria's Secret in 2007 - but it creeps me out just the same. I'm probably over reacting. Naw, I never do that so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, time to get to work. One more day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-8970446014969601476?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8970446014969601476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=8970446014969601476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/8970446014969601476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/8970446014969601476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/05/thursday-almost-friday.html' title='Thursday, Almost Friday'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-3993078021343327333</id><published>2008-05-07T07:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T07:52:34.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I made it through the first week of not smoking. And it hasn't been that bad. There are moments where I want to cave in, but they are pretty far between and not very often. And I don't cave so I guess I'm doing okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;This week has already been way too long, and it's only Wednesday. I completely gave up on American Idol because, well, this is the worst season by far. I just can't get into it at all this year because the whole premise has become a poster child for lameness. And this opinion has been fueled even more by the fact that I caught the movie Dreamgirls last night. I just have to say that Jennifer Hudson, an American Idol alum that didn't win first or even second place, was totally phenomenal in it. Her pipes are what I would expect to see in this show, that I haven't seen at all in three seasons now. With the exception of Melinda last year, the contestants all seem so watered down and...thin. Oh well. I'm sure they'll still sell a lot of records, still have ensuing careers that will eventually lead them down the road of obscurity. But who cares, right? It's a TV show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I think I'm finally just burning out complete on TV because even the new "old" shows that are back seem extremely lame. It's like the writers completely forgot how to write after the strike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ah, well, I better get to work since it is a Wednesday, the boss is in the office, and I have my usual stack of shit to ponder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-3993078021343327333?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3993078021343327333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=3993078021343327333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3993078021343327333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3993078021343327333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/05/7-days.html' title='7 Days'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-3459252827066516008</id><published>2008-05-05T07:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T08:02:41.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Days, 1 Hour, 2 Minutes, 16 Seconds...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;As of this moment. Right now. By the time you read this it will be different. Obviously. Since that's the way count down clocks work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, wow, I'm so fucking tired today. Seriously. I could have slept til at least noon today. Probably because we got home so late last night. I went with Dennis to the studio to witness him lay down his vocal tracks. And, oh my God, is it going to be soooo good! And very very professionally done. From the production, to the engineering and mastering - it's going to be insane! I can't wait for it to be done! But, it probably won't be complete until after July - possibly into the end of summer, beginning of fall. Hey, it takes a long time to create a masterpiece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It was interesting yesterday. Parts were downright boring - the sitting and listening as 5 tracks of the same vocals are recorded over and over and over....zzzzzzzzz. But, the end result with some test mixing sounded really good so I think it'll all be worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It was a little tough yesterday being around a zillion smokers. But I did good! I resisted and didn't give in on the temptations that were surrounding me. I didn't drink anything either. Probably not a good idea to have to drive back from Blue Island to Antioch drunk at midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I hope everybody had a great weekend! And that your Monday doesn't totally suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-3459252827066516008?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3459252827066516008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=3459252827066516008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3459252827066516008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3459252827066516008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/05/5-days-1-hour-2-minutes-16-seconds.html' title='5 Days, 1 Hour, 2 Minutes, 16 Seconds...'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-8542622049637558245</id><published>2008-05-02T07:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T07:59:02.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days, 51 Minutes, 47 Seconds and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, it's true. As of this moment it's been 2 days, 51 minutes, and 47 seconds since I had my last cigarette. And I'm doing pretty good at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Day one was tough. I was cranky, moody, and just a general bitch (so, it really was like any other day!), day two was better, now that I'm in day three, well, I think I've got it under control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Whatever that means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The weekend is almost here so we'll see how I do after that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The downside is I've been eating everything in site. Well, not really, but we did go out to my favorite Mexican place last night and, well, we went through two baskets of chips and about 4 little cups of salsa. Good thing we split an order of Fajitas otherwise I wouldn't have fit through the door this morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure I don't over eat as a result of not smoking. And I think I'll be okay. Last night was more of a little celebration than anything. I got my check for the side job, and I have to submit another invoice for the past week today. And it's coming to a close. I have almost all of the test data sent over (except for what is just way too big to send via the net - I'm slapping the 35,000 resume Word documents over to them on a disc) so then all I do after that is wait to see if they need any changes to the exported data. If not, then they load it all into their software, get the company who hired me to approve it, I send down the live data one more time and that's it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Now, if I could only get a few jobs like this a month I would be set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And if frogs had wings and all that shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Not much planned this weekend. Grocery shopping, house cleaning tomorrow. Sunday, going with Dennis to Chip Znuff's to lay down some of the vocal tracks, and that's about it. I think I'll be lugging my laptop over there so I'll have something to do tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anybody have anything exciting going on this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-8542622049637558245?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8542622049637558245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=8542622049637558245&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/8542622049637558245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/8542622049637558245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/05/2-days-51-minutes-47-seconds-and.html' title='2 Days, 51 Minutes, 47 Seconds and Counting'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-8663839872326113152</id><published>2008-04-28T07:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T07:56:04.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh...Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And I'm not at work today. I have that court thing at 1:30 this afternoon. Should be loads of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;We're not going to be going to the studio this afternoon - by the time we get out of court it'll just be too late. Which is okay. I'm a little bummed about it but that's the way it goes I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, we did it! Kim and I. Okay, we didn't do THAT but we did do this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/final1.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/mytat4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It wasn't that bad at all. Actually, I almost fell asleep during the outlining and the black. Almost. Every time I was about to drift off he would hit a spot and I would immediately be brought back to reality. Parts of it actually tickled instead of burned or hurt. Now, when he got to the color fill that was a different story. I think I was just already pretty tender at that point so I felt the color fill a lot more at that point. But, it didn't take long and it wasn't all that bad at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Kimberly got hers done too - her angel to mark something very special for her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/final1.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/kimtat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/final1.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/kimtat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;So wish me luck today in court that they don't haul me off to jail!! *heh*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-8663839872326113152?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8663839872326113152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=8663839872326113152&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/8663839872326113152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/8663839872326113152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/ahhhhmonday.html' title='Ahhhh...Monday'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-1155797809623377387</id><published>2008-04-25T07:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:01:31.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Fridays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hell yea!! It's finally Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And I actually have a few things going on this weekend, if you can believe that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mostly, it's working on the side contract. It's going really well, finally. If you would have asked me that same question a week ago I wouldn't have been so optimistic. I was having a major problem figuring out how to extract files from about 50,000 records automatically and thought for a while there that it would be impossible. But, after wracking my brain for days on end (and adding hours to my billing rate) I finally figured out a solution. So, now I have to implement that solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I downloaded a whole bunch of test data to the testers to make sure everything works with it and it shouldn't be a problem. I'm sure they'll have a few things to say about it, which is expected. Once they have the test data imported then the company who contracted me will go into a testing phase to make sure that it works. After they give their stamp of approval then I download all the live data to complete their migration. That's the easy part since the export views are all built. The positive note is that I can submit an invoice to the company for the last two weeks worth of work - which total about 51 hours. And that's a generous billing considering I'm not billing them for hours I worked on it that were my programming fumbles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Then, Sunday morning, I go to get poked repeatedly in the back with needles. Some people call it a tattoo but I'm thinking it's going to be more like a torture session. Of course, I'm bringing a camera so this might make for an interesting blog session on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Speaking of Monday I have it off. I have to go to court about that stupid medical bill that I'm getting sued over. The total bill is about $750 dollars so I'm shocked that they are even bothering with it. I called the assholes about it yesterday to see if they would setup a payment arrangements and they were complete dicks about it. So, I said I guess we'll see you in court. The way I figure it I don't have any real property for them to take and I'm willing to make payments on the amount I owe so I'm hoping the judge or whoever will allow me to make payments on it. If not, I guess I'll have to use the money I'm making on this side contract to pay them all at once. Fuckers. I finally get a break and some assholes get the money. What really burns my ass about it is that my insurance should have covered this 100% (that's what they told me when I called before getting the procedure) and seeing how the assholes refused to send me a detailed invoice on what the insurance paid versus what I owe I have no idea how much they did pay out, if anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Then after court I'm going with Dennis into Chicago to watch him record more guitar lead tracks and vocals. That will be cool seeing how I've never been in the studio with him when he's recorded. It'll be neat to see how the entire process works. But, just looking at the papers it appears we have to be in court at 1:30 so I don't know if we'll be able to actually do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, wish me luck on Sunday so I don't walk out before even sitting down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-1155797809623377387?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1155797809623377387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=1155797809623377387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/1155797809623377387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/1155797809623377387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-fridays.html' title='I Love Fridays'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-1601268779177603333</id><published>2008-04-24T07:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T08:00:22.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Slacking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;On the blog front, I know. Not that it's a big deal, right? I've just been waiting for something exciting to happen to blog about. But I'm afraid if I do that, this will be my last post so maybe I should forget about that idea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, 3 days til tattoo time. Will I back out? I dunno. It's not looking like it though. But, you never know. I lay down and see that needle gun thingy and I might run screaming for the door. However, I'm sure Miss Kimberly will drag my sorry, pathetic, whiney ass back in and hold me down while they do it. Now that would make for an interesting visual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I've been working a lot. Yes, me, work a lot. Hard to believe, I know. I've already put in 47 hours on this side contract job and I still have buttloads more work to do. It'll be worth it in the end, considering I got served with court papers yesterday. I'm getting sued by the hospital for $680 dollars for an MRI I got about a year and a half ago. That insurance was supposed to cover 100% but apparently didn't pay. What the fuck? You pay out the ass for insurance and they don't cover shit? I don't have a problem paying for it, if I owe it, but I didn't even know that I owed these fuckers anything. All of the billing went to my old address. They contacted me about it last fall and I told them to send me an itemized bill of what they were charging me for and, surprise, I never got anything from them. I told them I won't pay a dime on it until I know for sure what I'm paying for. They attached the bill to the court papers though. Mighty considerate of them. And I find it amazing that they can't mail me a copy of the bill to my current address but they can put that address on the papers to serve me with. So, I'm going to try to contact them today to see what we can work out as far as a payment plan. I really don't want to spend a Monday at the courthouse. My sister works for attorneys so I'm going to email her a copy of the papers and she's going to have the lawyer she works for look it over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, that's about it! Oh, I have a dinner thingy tonight with the girls I ride on the train with. So that should be interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-1601268779177603333?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1601268779177603333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=1601268779177603333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/1601268779177603333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/1601268779177603333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-been-slacking.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Slacking'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-4560586602596966168</id><published>2008-04-21T07:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:03:19.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>***YAWN***</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Another Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, at least the weather is nice. That counts for something, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, my weekend. That's it. There's nothing left to tell! Okay, I'll give you the boring details anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Friday night, I went over to the tattoo dude to show him the tattoo design. He says no big deal. Fine. I leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Saturday I worked all day on this side contract thingy. Right now, I have 26.5 billable hours. So that either means I've been working really hard on it, or I have no life. Or a combination of the two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Saturday night I worked some more on said project, played Guitar Hero III, watched Walk Hard, passed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sunday morning I worked some more on said project, played Guitar Hero III, went and washed my car, worked more, played more Guitar Hero III, went grocery shopping. Waited for Dennis to come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I got to sleep at about 1:30 this morning. Got up and 5. So, if I'm not making sense, now you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-4560586602596966168?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4560586602596966168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=4560586602596966168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/4560586602596966168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/4560586602596966168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/yawn.html' title='***YAWN***'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-8133417481861027179</id><published>2008-04-17T07:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:04:45.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Dennis Already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, today is the first day in the studio for Dennis. He was a little nervous last night, I know. Just because he wants everything to go well and sound good - which it will, as I told him. I'm not really sure when he's going to be back home as it all depends on how well they do and how many takes it takes. Possibly Saturday morning, maybe not until Sunday. Who knows. I believe they are recording four original songs and they hope to have two done a day - which would bring them into Saturday. But, I'm sure come Saturday there will be fade in's, redo this, etc. Then mixing, mastering, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hell, I'll be surprised to see him by July, now that I think about it! That's a lot of work to do in 2-4 days. I'm guessing he'll be home sometime Sunday night or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Which means I'm a free woman until then! Actually, more like a bored woman until then. I'm going to take advantage of this time to work on the side project I've contracted, maybe get in some quality Guitar Hero III time, take care of my little old man Leo, and who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, if any of you out there that live by me have some free time, or want to do something let me know! I would welcome the distraction!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And now onto my job. My boss makes it so hard for me to think about switching jobs. He comes in this morning after going to Sams Club with a huge box of 100 Cal Nabisco snack packs, 3 boxes of miscellaneous flavored Nutra Grain Bars, a big box of Honey Granola bars, a big tube thing of pub mix stuff (with pretzels, bagle chips, etc), and another case of Diet Pepsi. I mean, come on! He remembers my favorite stuff and buys it and supplies it. And he brought in a grill for the deck out back so we can cook out burgers, chicken, and whatever for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I mean, come on! How the hell is that supposed to motivate me to quit here and find another job? I guess that's his ploy. Keep my stomach happy and I'll stick around. What a tricky bastard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-8133417481861027179?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8133417481861027179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=8133417481861027179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/8133417481861027179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/8133417481861027179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-miss-dennis-already.html' title='I Miss Dennis Already!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-445901713883665482</id><published>2008-04-16T07:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T07:57:37.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Humpin Hump Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Hump Day Humpers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two more days then the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm trying to get this side job done, however I'm being met with some difficulties. I sent over the contract on Monday, and that's all good, however, I'm having problems getting the files I need from the company I'm contracting for. They are big ass files and yesterday I tried to download them onto my computer. One file is 6 gig. It gave me an approximate time to download as 2 days, 4 hours and 58 minutes. Ummm, that's not going to work. So, I emailed the dude that I email for this project and asked him to span the files onto multiple DVD's or CD's but I haven't heard back from him. So, the longer they delay getting me what I need the more the due date for this project approaches. If I haven't heard from him by the end of the day, I have no choice but to email the president who sent me the contracts to let them know I can't complete export the data if I can't get the data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and more changes to the tatoo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/afwhite1.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/afwhite1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is it. The flowers colors are tentatively going to be dark purple outlined, fading into more of a lilac where the dark shading is, then where it's white it'll fade into pink. The center of the flowers will be yellow, the vines green. The bass clef will stay black. I think I'm finally done designing this because it's absolutely driving me insane! I've gone through about 8 different designs and I think this one will turn out the best. I need to print them out and take them over to the tattoo shop this weekend to discuss with the artist. I know, I know, why am I so anal about this? Because I have to live with it the rest of my life, that's why!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, it's time to get back to work so I hope everybody has a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-445901713883665482?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/445901713883665482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=445901713883665482&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/445901713883665482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/445901713883665482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/humpin-hump-day.html' title='Humpin Hump Day'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-6901635305267859503</id><published>2008-04-14T08:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T08:21:42.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoos and Side Jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, God, here we go. Another Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty busy weekend - well, busy for me! Maybe for you, not so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Kimberly called me on Friday night when she got to the tattoo shop, so I ran up to see the angel she had designed for her belly tat. It's going to be so pretty! Then I got to talking with the tattoo dude. Got inspired for a design so Kimberly and I made an appointment on the 27th of April to have our tattoos done at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I couldn't just go with what they designed for me, I had to come home and design it myself. I spent about 5 hours working on that this weekend and this is what it's going to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/final1.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/final1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; I decided to find a graphic of a back so I could more accurately decide where I want it, and this is it....so far! Of course, I do reserve the option to change my mind on anything between now and the 27th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Saturday, I went out to check out a side job exporting data for a company who is going from Lotu Notes to a different software platform. I got the side job, starting tonight (if they were serious and I hear back from them on the details today) and I'll be working on it from home for their rollout in two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Saturday night, I went to Dennis' band practice since it was his drummer's birthday party as well. It was fun! They are preparing to get ready to go into the studio to record at the end of this week. So, I'll be on my own most of the end of the week and the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sunday, did nothing. Vegged out on the tube, played guitar hero, worked on my tat design and went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;See, nothing horribly exciting. But not my usual boring weekend either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-6901635305267859503?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6901635305267859503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=6901635305267859503&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/6901635305267859503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/6901635305267859503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/tattoos-and-side-jobs.html' title='Tattoos and Side Jobs'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-4831999692991308792</id><published>2008-04-11T08:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T08:10:07.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What? No Sulking Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Friday blog readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I love Fridays. I do. They're, like, the best. The boss is out today (but in right now) for moving day and my work is slowly getting caught up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I got an interesting proposal this week. No, I'm already married so it's not that. I got an email from a company that has a three week project exporting their data from Notes into a new software package they are using. I told them I wasn't willing to give up my day job for a three week assignment, but if it's something I can do from home in the evenings and weekends I would be interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;To my surprise, they agreed! The nice part is I only have to get their data out into a file somebody else can import. Which should be pretty easy. We agreed on $30 an hour for this little side project, however I know it won't take three weeks. Maybe a week, tops, so it's not like all my problems are solved. But it sure will help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm going tomorrow to meet with the principle in the project to discuss exactly what this will entail. I know I can sell this. It's what I've been trained to do for thirteen years! They are a small company and can't afford to hire a consulting firm to do it for them. I can understand that. They charge outrageous fees then jack the amount of time it'll take to complete to pad their paycheck at the end. It would cost them thousands to have them do it, where I would be willing to do it for, say, around $800 dollars. I did explain to them that from what it sounds like with the sample data they provided me that I could run into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unforeseen&lt;/span&gt; problems that might make it take a little longer and they are fine with that. But, I'm going to do an honest job and only charge them for how long it actually does take me to do it. And keep track of my hours as I work. I figure being honest about it and charging them only what we agreed to will make a pretty nice little reference, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I also have an interview this evening with a consulting firm, after work. I'm not really sure I want the job unless they pay me what I'm willing to work for. It's a contract to hire position, but would mean I would have to, once again, drive my ass to and from work. And while I'm in a contract there are no benefits. I have to give him the figure of the minimum I'm willing to work an hour today. I'm telling them $48 bucks an hour. At that rate, I can afford to be inconvenienced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hope everybody has a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-4831999692991308792?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4831999692991308792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=4831999692991308792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/4831999692991308792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/4831999692991308792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/guess-what-no-sulking-today.html' title='Guess What? No Sulking Today!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-9010621103809357596</id><published>2008-04-09T07:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T08:01:13.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ActiveOn is my Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You've seen the commercial - Head On - apply directly to the forehead? No? Yes? Silly, right? Well, apparently they also make a product called ActiveOn that comes in a patch that you apply directly to your sore bits. Dennis got some on Monday and it immediately helped him be able to move. This morning he was a little stiff but that was it. He's been getting up, walking, moving, all while not screaming out in pain. So, I guess I'll have to say if you have any back issues - try it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And it's a good thing too since he will be going into the studio to cut a demo next week along with the other MojoCannon parts. He seems pretty psyched about it. They'll spend from Thursday morning next week until late Saturday at Chip Znuff's place (remember the band Enuff ZNuff? Yep, that's him) recording. So, I'm a free woman during that time! I use the term free loosely, because I'm neither free - nor cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I've been thinking about how I'm going to spend my free time and I have come up with absolutely nothing. I'm thinking about calling my sister and seeing what she's up to Friday or Saturday. It's short notice, so who knows. I'll check with her tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I better get to work. Boss should be in any minute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-9010621103809357596?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/9010621103809357596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=9010621103809357596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/9010621103809357596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/9010621103809357596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/activeon-is-my-hero.html' title='ActiveOn is my Hero'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-8595070143987672026</id><published>2008-04-08T07:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T07:49:45.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, I'm extremely depressed today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I did the ole tax return last night, and this year they took more out of my paychecks each week so I figured we would be getting money back, or at least breaking even, right? Wrong. We have to pay around $2,000!!! Holy fuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I can't even talk about it today, I really can't. I just get more and more pissed off about the economy, the gas prices, the way inflation is getting out of hand while the government still takes out more and more and more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I guess it's true. There are only two things with certainty in life - death and taxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like my life is total shit. Seriously, I have accomplished absolutely nothing except managing to dig myself deeper in the hole. If I was smart (and apparently I am not) I would have done my taxes before last weekend. However, seeing how I didn't and just assumed that we would get money back this year I guess I'm the ass in the assume this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well. Live and learn. Or live and die trying. Whichever comes first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-8595070143987672026?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8595070143987672026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=8595070143987672026&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/8595070143987672026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/8595070143987672026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-sucks.html' title='This Sucks'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-3817730564048301759</id><published>2008-04-07T08:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T08:43:14.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Dennis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, here we are. Another Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;At least the weather isn't rainy or cold. A little cooler than the weekend, but at this point I'm not going to complain too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;This weekend kind of sucked though. Dennis is having back issues again. He twisted it the weekend before and it's been slowly going downhill ever since. He's been taking it easy and not moving around a lot but it's still really hard for him to get up and down. I got him some Ben Gay back patches and it seems to help - but not in the long term. It gives him enough relief to be able to sleep for a few hours which helps. This is so not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, I spent most of the weekend running around doing errands and getting stuff for Dennis. It's easier for me to get up and get him stuff than watching him try to get up and around in pain. So we didn't get to go out and enjoy the nice weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I went on Saturday for more hair highlights, then did grocery shopping on Sunday. So at least Dennis will have food to eat while he's laid up. I just pray that it doesn't take a month like it did a year and a half ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-3817730564048301759?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3817730564048301759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=3817730564048301759&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3817730564048301759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3817730564048301759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/poor-dennis.html' title='Poor Dennis'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-226404254263773005</id><published>2008-04-04T07:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T07:54:58.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blissfully Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so glad this week is almost over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's been kind of a nightmare.  Well, not really, but it kind of seems like that sometimes. Mostly because I just didn't have any interest in working this week. But, there's nothing new about that at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And it's supposed to be sunny with a high of 62 degrees tomorrow. Yes, I said 62 degrees! I plan on opening the windows and airing out the house while doing some spring cleaning tomorrow morning, then I have a hair appointment at 4:00. I have some running around to do as well. I'm so excited for tomorrow and actually being able to go around without a big heavy winter coat on! Unfortunately, after this weekend it's supposed to get colder and rainier again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh well. Can't have it all I suppose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And, finally, some new episodes of stuff will be coming back to the tube. It's kind of sad that I revolve my time around watching other people do stuff on a big square box. I should just shoot myself and save myself the misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And I finally got my five free blue ray dvd's in the mail yesterday! It was a promotional thing if you bought any Sony blue ray dvd player that you get 5 free blue ray dvd's. And since the Playstation 3 we got at Christmas has a blue ray dvd's player in it, we got the dvd's. It only took over three months for them to arrive. And I mean only in the most sarcastic of ways too. Of course you can't choose whatever dvd's you want - you have to pick one out of five categories with about three choices. So, I got:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pirates of the Carribean (first one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Swordfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Patriot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;American Psycho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Flight of the Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;We watched Swordfish last night - just to see how the quality stacks up and, wow, it was extremely clear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hope everybody has a nice weekend! And if you live around here, get out and enjoy the nice weather for a change&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-226404254263773005?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/226404254263773005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=226404254263773005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/226404254263773005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/226404254263773005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/blissfully-friday.html' title='Blissfully Friday'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-3931967191384924387</id><published>2008-04-02T07:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T07:58:48.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Beautiful Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Something amazing happened to me this morning. I woke up, everything was as usual. Then, on my way to work, I looked up and there's this big, bright, yellow disk in the sky. I forget what it's called. Wait, I know it, don't tell me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The SUN?!?!?!??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Why, yes, Sue, you imbecile. That is what it is. It's the sun. I just hadn't seen it in so long I forgot what it looked like. But I don't recall it being so bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And it's supposed to hit 50 degrees today!! Hallefuckingluya! It's about time. Hey, I might be completely wrong after all and Spring is on it's way. I have been know to be wrong from time to time. Just don't tell anybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I was so inspired by the big, bright, yellow thing in the sky that I carried my new spring Coach bag today. I was planning to wait until it's warmer, but what the fuck. I needed to do something today to lift my spirits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday something kind of pissed me off. And I'm not mad at the person who said it because I'm sure she didn't mean any harm. But, the comment was made that this person was annoyed with people who screamed "broke" then went out and bought frivolous expensive items. Of course, I understand that statement because it can be annoying. However, I had to point out the obvious - I sold so much stuff over the winter to help pay bills. Like, my bass head for $1300 that I paid $175 bucks for. Or my old Fender JP90 bass that I got $350 bucks for. Or the pedals that I sold. It was Dennis who insisted that I take half of the money I made from that bass head and use it to buy something nice for myself. He didn't have to tell me twice because that's exactly what I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Of course, I don't need to justify that to anybody. Except myself. Which is precisely what I'm doing by even bringing it up here. I always get buyers remorse after buying anything - no matter what the price tag says. And you know what? I go to work everyday (well, almost every day - except for scheduled vacation days and days that I'm genuinely sick), pay my bills, etc. so why can't I enjoy a few cool things every now and then? It's not like my kids aren't going to eat because I spent a little money on myself. So, if anybody has a problem with that they can just fuck off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;There. I feel better now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-3931967191384924387?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3931967191384924387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=3931967191384924387&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3931967191384924387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3931967191384924387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-beautiful-morning.html' title='It&apos;s a Beautiful Morning'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-4169185691335746624</id><published>2008-04-01T08:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:56:44.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Saw a Dildo Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, not exactly....keep reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Heya Blog Readers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no see. It's been a crazy week. I was off last Wednesday sick, out Friday and Monday for a vacation day, and back today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was in from Texas so I had to drive down to Pekin to pick her up from my Dad's. She was supposed to be leaving last night at 7:30pm, but 1/2 way to the airport she gets a call that her flight had been cancelled due to bad weather in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area. So, needless to say, we had to turn around and go back home. She got on a 7:30 flight this morning so I had to drive her to the airport before driving myself into work. I've been up since about 3:45 this morning so I'm a tad punchy. And I wound up being 45 minutes early to work so that's pretty unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an expensive weekend! Mostly because I splurged and got these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/cshoes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/cbag2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/cshoes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/cshoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yea, I know. I'm a bad girl! But I haven't gotten anything for myself in almost 6 months so I was very overdue. I also got a really cool necklace and some sunglasses from Brighton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting weekend. We went to some karaoke bar in Pekin with my brother. It was rather strange. Interesting characters in that place, let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did so much driving this weekend that I really don't want to see the inside of a car for a while. Well, mostly, I don't want to have to fill my gas tank again in a long time! I think I spent about $150 this weekend on gas alone. $51 dollars to fill my tank! Unfuckingreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this is special:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/cshoes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://www.sueweber.com/me1/dido.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, we're walking along this mall in Peoria and I immediate start laughing. Everybody is staring at me and all of a sudden my sister looks up and starts laughing too. I ask her - are you thinking what I'm thinking? And she says yea, is that a dildo store?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I thought it was kinda cute so I'm passing it along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I have to get some work done. I've been gone 3 days and the shit has piled up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-4169185691335746624?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4169185691335746624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=4169185691335746624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/4169185691335746624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/4169185691335746624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-saw-dildo-store.html' title='I Saw a Dildo Store'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-37253196496156075</id><published>2008-03-24T07:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T07:52:08.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;How was your Easter? If you celebrate such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We blew off church. Of course, Dennis' mother wasn't too crazy about that. But we did manage to make it to breakfast. I made a huge 1/2 a spiral cut honey ham with that glaze shit. It turned out fantastic. Too good. I ate quite a bit - but not too much considering I also skipped lunch. But, wow, is ham fucking salty or what? I think I'm up three pounds today just from the water retention factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally had "the discussion" with Dennis' family. The discussion on why we're looking at moving to Texas. Of course, I don't think they share our enthusiasm for the idea, but at least they were being understanding. I spent all yesterday morning after breakfast applying for all sorts of jobs. I'm done with this area - done with the winters, done with the horrible work situation with Dennis and the union (who is supposed to be there to help the workers, not work against them). So, it's getting closer and closer to time to move. Dennis has taken a lot of strive to rid us of all the crap we wouldn't want to take with us. And we've talked more about how we would do it physically. I'm not looking forward to it at all - it's going to be hard. But, then again, until everything is packed into a moving van and we're on our way anything could happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-37253196496156075?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/37253196496156075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=37253196496156075&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/37253196496156075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/37253196496156075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-was-your-easter-if-you-celebrate.html' title='Happy Monday!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-3468433161692957500</id><published>2008-03-21T07:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T07:53:33.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I totally and completely forgot to blog yesterday. And so what. It's not like anybody actually missed it. Including me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I think I'm just in a pissy mood because it's the end of March and it's snowing. But, the good news is that it's fucking Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not going to comment on Lost today because I still haven't watched it. It's sitting on my DVR just waiting for me to watch tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Nothing major planned for this weekend - other than house cleaning since my sister will be in town the following weekend. I just hope to fuck that the weather is better than it is now when she's here. I don't relish the thought of driving down to my dad's house - a four hour trip - in a Mustang with snow on the roads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hope everybody has a nice weekend. Ah, fuck it. I hope yours sucks like mine is going to! See? I told you I'm in a nasty ass mood today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-3468433161692957500?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3468433161692957500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=3468433161692957500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3468433161692957500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3468433161692957500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/fucking-snow.html' title='Fucking Snow'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-7422339710330069326</id><published>2008-03-19T08:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T08:10:13.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hump Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, go out and hump somebody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I was right. The systems weren't ready to be setup yesterday. Which is fine considering that meant I didn't have an enormous headache last night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;There were issues that weren't considered and we're still on the same system today as yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;American Idol last night - they ALL sucked. Sorry, they did. I think doing Beatles two weeks in a row was a bit much considering I don't think any of them were alive when the Beatles were still together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, the boss is back in today and I don't have much time this morning so - I don't know. That's it for today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I suck at this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-7422339710330069326?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7422339710330069326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=7422339710330069326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7422339710330069326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7422339710330069326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-hump-day.html' title='Happy Hump Day!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-196825072699063423</id><published>2008-03-18T07:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:59:18.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Day is Going to be Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Today is going to be so much fun! I can't wait!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;We have some network guys coming in to redo our network. Which means that they're going to botch the job and not everything will work. I can almost guarantee it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Which means that when my boss comes in tomorrow it'll be me that gets yelled at. We have a much different configuration than any other office in our company. Mostly because we have 4-5 people working at the same time. Which means we need to share data. The home office didn't provide that for us so we had to provide it for ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;We have a server that houses all of our Notes databases (which includes all our client contact information, every fax that comes into our office, every call that comes in is logged for future reference, all our certificates of insurance are on this server, and messages that come into the office for the boss are all logged). We also have a shared printer/scanner/fax machine. Although, 99% of all our faxing goes through the server we still scan from the printer and the scans are routed to our Notes server and into our individual inboxes. As you might have already guessed - this is some important stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And these guys aren't going to have a clue how to handle it. So, when they come in, before they touch a computer, router, or DSL modem we're going to sit down and discuss exactly how it's going to be handled. And if they aren't prepared, or if they say, "That can't be done." then I say, "Sorry, we'll have to reschedule once you have a better handle on the situation.". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I know that's going to go over big. And I'm prepared for the fact that these guys are immediately going to believe I have no idea what I'm talking about. They're going to see a woman who works in an insurance office and will immediately blow me off. I'm used to it. I know how to handle it. I lived it for 15 years when I worked in IT doing networking and application development. Little do they know that I'm going to be on them like stink on shit to make sure this is done right and everything works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;They're so going to hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-196825072699063423?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/196825072699063423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=196825072699063423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/196825072699063423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/196825072699063423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-day-is-going-to-be-fun.html' title='This Day is Going to be Fun!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-5130400888819205149</id><published>2008-03-17T07:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T08:05:28.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Costco &amp; TOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I survived the weekend. But I'm having some kind of strange thing going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;If you're immune to TOM talk, then continue reading. If it's too much for you to handle, then by all means exit at once and don't come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I've been experiencing light cramping - and I'm nowhere near TOM. If it were just one day I would think okay, whatever. But I got this last month too a couple weeks before TOM. Now, this month, I'm getting it again - a couple weeks before. And I wouldn't think that much about it but this has just started and it's kinda freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, we went out on Saturday and Sunday. Yes, we went out two days in a row! Can you believe it? Well, Dennis asked what I wanted to do yesterday for my birthday and he jokingly said that we could go to some guitar stores and just mess around. I told him only if there's an adjacent shoe store! So, we went to the shoe store - DSW Shoeworks. And, I have to report, I didn't buy a thing. Just didn't see anything at all that struck my fancy. So, we left empty handed. Then we decided to stop at Costco since I have this $25 dollar gift card. Again, there was nothing there that I wanted. Besides, there wasn't anything in the store worth $25 bucks to stand in the god awful lines for. So, again, we left empty handed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And I have to say this about Costco: it was my first time in one of their stores. And I was horribly unimpressed. As a matter of fact, I think their prices are higher than anyplace else. I saw a laptop that is a step down from the one I bought - for $799! I paid $699 for mine and it's a much better model. And just about everything I saw was like that. Those places are great if you want a lifetime supply of toilet paper, but if you're going in thinking you're going to save a bunch of money on stuff then shop around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, the boss is out today and tomorrow so I'm counting on being rather lazy today. Of course, that's not the reality. It's usually pretty busy because everybody is calling wanting to talk to him or leave him messages. Or insisting that we figure out what they want even though it's something we don't normally handle. So, it should be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-5130400888819205149?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5130400888819205149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=5130400888819205149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5130400888819205149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5130400888819205149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/costco-tom.html' title='Costco &amp; TOM'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-5080685767390839393</id><published>2008-03-14T07:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T07:55:24.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Next time I post I'll be another year older. Fuck. I would have never imagined being 45 years old when I was a kid. I remember how ancient that seemed. And I guess nothing has changed because it still seems pretty freakin' old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I have no idea what we're going to do for my birthday. Probably not a whole lot since I have this "attitude" about it. 'Eh, no big deal, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The only good thing about today is it's Friday. And the sun is shining. And I hope it'll be warm today. It's only 31 degrees right now so who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Lost last night. So, we know that Jin dies. It was so sad Sun giving birth calling him. Then she and Hurley going to the gravesite. But what was with him going to get the Panda and giving it to another baby? Is it just a flashback to before they went to the Island in a retrospective type thing or is it something else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And Juliet - what a bitch telling Jin that Sun had an affair. I don't care if she needed to keep Sun there and that she considers Sun her "patient" she was still a bitch for doing that. It's none of her business. And if Sun is her "patient" so much for patient/client confidentiality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I wasn't shocked by Michael showing up on the boat. And if I was a betting person I would bet he's the one who winds up dead next week. He's a dick and needs to go. But where the fuck is Walt? Michael left with him but he hasn't been mentioned.....yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I hope everybody has a great weekend! And I'll try to have a good one, even though I'm an old fart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-5080685767390839393?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5080685767390839393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=5080685767390839393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5080685767390839393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5080685767390839393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me?'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-5444738219613611904</id><published>2008-03-13T08:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T08:27:32.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, here I sit. Wondering what to talk about today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I guess the obvious. The gay stripper dude is off American Idol. Yea, so what. Who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I guess I could mention that it's Thursday and only one more day til Friday. Yea, so what. Who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I guess I could mention that it's supposed to get up to 50 degrees today! Yea, that's what I said. What? No fucking way. I guess I'll believe it when I see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I guess I could mention that I need a vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I guess I could mention that the boss is in and he's standing in front of my desk wonder what the hell I'm typing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Whoops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-5444738219613611904?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5444738219613611904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=5444738219613611904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5444738219613611904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5444738219613611904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-7328837689612317879</id><published>2008-03-12T07:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T07:52:18.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so Bored with Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, honestly, I'm really getting sick of my topics of discussion lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's kind of obvious that I watch way too much TV. I'm sick of it all - American Idol, Lost (okay, I'm not really sick of Lost yet), and, well, come to think of it that's about all I watch now. Mostly because there just isn't anything to choose from! I need to find some new avenues of entertainment. American Idol basically sucked last night. There's a few that are pretty good. I thought Carly did a decent job last night - and so did Chickezie. But, besides that, everything else was just kind of so-so. Some were downright boring and unremarkable. David Archuletta - what's going on dude? Forgetting words, not listening to the song? Dude. Come on! You're slowly becoming not so great. Keep this up and you won't make it past the 3rd week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I have absolutely nothing to report. Zip. Zilch. Nada. Fuck, am I boring or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Don't answer that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, yea, we did something exciting last night. Went grocery shopping. Whoopidydo! Good times! Then came home, made dinner, watched American Idol, fucked around on my new laptop, and went to bed. Shit, I am getting old aren't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And the worst part? In a few days (Sunday) I'll be even older than I am now. Great. Can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-7328837689612317879?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7328837689612317879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=7328837689612317879&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7328837689612317879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7328837689612317879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-so-bored-with-myself.html' title='I&apos;m so Bored with Myself'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-5667325412164335858</id><published>2008-03-11T08:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T08:42:09.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need a Nap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I am soooo tired today. Not sure why. Other than, again, last night, I found it hard to get to sleep before 11:00. My body clock is all out of whack. And it really did feel like I had to get up an hour earlier than usual today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I returned the first laptop and replaced it with a different one last night. I realized yesterday that there were a couple key elements that the original one was lacking. One - a firewire port. You can't hook up camcorders to a computer without one anymore. Second - an expansion slot. If I ever get the inclination to get a broadband wireless card from Verizon Wireless, I'll certainly need one of those. Not that I need either of them today, but six months from now I don't want to find myself saying, "Oh Shit, I'm already outdated!". And, the replaced one has a bigger hard drive (250 vs 160), a built in web cam, RAM is expandable to 4Gig (vs 3Gig)....ummm, what else? Oh, yea, a LightScribe Direct Disc Labeling cd/dvd recorder/drive. If you've never heard of it, it looks pretty cool. You get LightScribe cds/dvds and it will "silk screen" any text, graphic, photo, whatever directly onto the cd/dvd without any labels. It will only do it in grayscale, but that's still pretty cool. I haven't had a chance to check it out since I don't have any LightScribe media, but I plan on checking it out. Of course, the replaced laptop wound up costing me an extra $107 dollars, but I think it's worth the extra money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I think now that there was something wrong with the first laptop anyway. It took 2 hours for it to "install applications" the first time I booted it up - this one took 4 minutes. And this one seems so much faster - even though it's the same processor (Dual AMD Turion). So, who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, the boss has me hopping already this morning so I better get to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-5667325412164335858?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5667325412164335858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=5667325412164335858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5667325412164335858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5667325412164335858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-need-nap.html' title='I Need a Nap'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-4656284499212327002</id><published>2008-03-10T08:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T08:06:48.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's too Early</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Wow, I did not want to get up this morning! It just felt so......early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Boss is back today so I'll have to make this short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;My computer died Saturday and I got me a new laptop. Yes, I can't go without a computer. Food I can live without. Water, don't need it. A computer? Well, let's just say I believe they are necessary to survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Why, no, nobody has ever accused me of being overly dramatic, why do you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-4656284499212327002?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4656284499212327002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=4656284499212327002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/4656284499212327002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/4656284499212327002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-too-early.html' title='It&apos;s too Early'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-436040355146943359</id><published>2008-03-07T07:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T07:56:03.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost, American Idol, and Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Friday, oh sweet Friday! And me without a thing planned for the weekend. Which is fine. I really love having absolutely nothing I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do on weekends (notice that the word have is emphasized here). I can sit on my ass if I want, I can go out and do stuff if I want - the world is my oyster. Unfortunately, I'm not really into oysters so there you have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;American Idol. I finally got a chance to watch the girls night from Wednesday. And I wasn't impressed. Especially with that Janis Joplin like girl doing Joan Jett. She was horrible! And I can't believe Simon, who I usually agree with, praised her for that! I mean, come on! When the real Joan Jett is a better singer than a girl in a singing competition, something is seriously wrong with this picture. I really do like the Carly Simon like girl that did the acoustic version of Love is a Battlefield. I thought she did a great job! She knows she's not Pat Benetar and didn't try to be but put a different spin on it - which was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, they have the top 12. I was kind of surprised that Mr. Flamboyant Danny Noriega was sent home. I kind of thought he would be around a while. I mean, you know, he's no Sanjaya, but what the hell? And I definitely thought that Asia'h was way better than the freaky chick with the bad hair (Joan Jett girl) so I was surprised by that. No shock that the Wake me up Before you Go Go guy was Gone Gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And then there's Lost. It was an interesting episode, but not very revealing. So we know that Juliet had an affair with a married Other. And that the married Other's wife has had way too much plastic surgery or something (if you watched Rescue Me, she also played Janet on that series). And we know that Ben had the married Other more or less killed. And we know that Ben had a huge thing for Juliet. But, ooooooh, Jack and Juliet kissing? I guess I can't say I didn't see that one coming - it's been building forever now. And since Kate is all up in Sawyers crawlspace it would seem only natural that the two of them would eventually hook up. But what did Ben tell Locke to get Locke to let Ben run free? I know it has something to do with who he has as a spy on the boat, and that Locke would be shocked when he found out who - but who is it? We don't know. Or I missed that part, but I don't think so. And this time next week we'll know who all the member of the Oceanic Six are. We know there's Jack, Kate, Hugo - am I missing one we already know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I hope everybody has a great weekend. And I hope and pray it finally starts to warm up soon. Because if it doesn't, I have a feeling I'll totally lose my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-436040355146943359?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/436040355146943359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=436040355146943359&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/436040355146943359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/436040355146943359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/lost-american-idol-and-friday.html' title='Lost, American Idol, and Friday!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-4846297630878526252</id><published>2008-03-06T07:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T07:52:45.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, my nice relaxing night last night turned into a night from hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It started out okay. I played Guitar Hero for about an hour, ate some dinner, then decided to go upstairs to play on my computer for a bit. Here's where the hell starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I've been having some problems with my computer lately. Mostly, some popups keep popping up on it saying that I have executed an illegal action (hey, I don't even look at porn). And it won't go away! It just keeps popping up ever 3 seconds or so - extremely annoying. And I can't get it to go away. After about a week of this I decided I've had enough. I have a second blank drive attached to it because we all know that the OS needs to be reloaded from time to time. So, I carefully remove the drive with all my shit on it to make sure I don't accidentally overwrite the data drive and reload the OS on the new drive. Everything was fine and dandy. Once the reload was complete I reattach the old drive. It saw it just fine, everything was cool. Until I start to copy a few things from the old drive to the new drive. About 1/2 way through the copy process I get an error message that some files couldn't be read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I freak out. I'm just yelling NO!!! at the top of my lungs because I know that I've just lost 10 years worth of photos, music, Word files, Excel files, any artwork I've done, my entire life down the tubes. I panic. But, I know that I haven't exhausted every available attempt to see if I can salvage anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Next, I open My Computer to see what's going on and it doesn't even see the old drive anymore. I reboot. Same thing. So, I remove the new drive so just the old drive is on it to see if it'll still boot from it. Nope. Stupid computer says that it encountered a read write error. Fuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Finally, I get the computer to see it again, but I lost most of my data on the drive. Lucily, the All Documents folder was saved so I didn't lose all my pictures and stuff. But, I did lose a lot of stuff I really needed. I lost all my music in my Zen directory - no big thing because it's all still on the Zen. I haven't fully realized yet what I've lost and what I've retained. Which is kind of scary! But, I got back all of my photos and files, I think. Not entirely sure yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I seriously need a new computer. Mine is about 4 and a half years old now and is just getting beat up. But, right now, I can't afford a new computer - but when I can I think I'm going to get a notebook. That way I can take it with me. The only downside to getting a new computer is that they all load Vista on it - which sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh well. I guess I deserve it since I never do a backup. Who has time for that shit anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, I'm done bitching about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm still waiting for the day that I get into work, sit down to write my blog for the day, and find out that they've finally blocked blogger. I know it's coming. They've recently blocked photobucket and a few other image hosting sites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, if you don't see me again I didn't die. I've just been blocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-4846297630878526252?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4846297630878526252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=4846297630878526252&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/4846297630878526252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/4846297630878526252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/computer-woes.html' title='Computer Woes'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-5686434108197317881</id><published>2008-03-05T07:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T07:55:35.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long Brett</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, the news is out. Brett Favre has retired. But I think everybody already knows this now. So, it's not exactly news but I still wanted to give it a mention anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me, being a huge Bears fan, would normally be elated at this kind of news. However, I think it's a little sad. Favre is a great quarterback and his retirement leaves a little bit of a void in the otherwise natural succession of athletes. Now we're left with the likes of the Brady's, the two Mannings, and the obvious newcomers like Romo. Which isn't a bad thing, but the thing I always liked the most about Favre was the level of class he brought to the field. It's something that every professional athlete should aspire to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, next, American Idol. Sorry, but every single guy last night just reeked. Or maybe it was just because it was 80's night that got to me. But I don't think so. Who in their right mind would ever even consider singing ♪ Wake me up, before you go go ♪ in a singing competition? I mean, seriously dude. If you ever want anybody to totally question your sexuality then, by all means, sing Wham. And sing it poorly. And speaking of sexual orientation being in question - nevermind. I don't think it's in question at all, but what's up with Danny Noriega? I think he's a really cute kid and he has a surprisingly better voice than most of the guys, but, seriously, dude? Can you tone it down a notch? It's like there's a giant flame glowing all around his body. And it's all okay - until he speaks. Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, we'll have to see how the girls do tonight. And, dear God ladies, pick some decent songs! I know there were some decent ones to pick out of the 80's - far and few between, I'll admit. But, come on! You can find 'em if you really really try!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-5686434108197317881?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5686434108197317881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=5686434108197317881&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5686434108197317881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/5686434108197317881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-long-brett.html' title='So Long Brett'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-7567350559057090198</id><published>2008-03-04T07:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T07:58:31.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another American Idol Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hey Blog Readers. What's up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I just got done reading something funny. For all you American Idol fans, you know ever year there is the one controversial contestant. You know, the types like Frenchie Davis - who was disqualified after it was discovered that she posed in her *gasp* underwear for some lingerie site or something like that. Then there was the guy that claimed Paula Abdul was helping him with his image, helping him score drugs, and helping him find his penis. And last year we had that dreadful Antonella Barba who couldn't sing a note to save her life that posed in provocative slutwear, oops, I mean swimwear looking all slutty on the internet. Well, this year it's come out that David Hernandez was a stripper in a gay bar. Now, I would have expected it from a few of the *ahem* other male contestants, but David isn't even hot. Even gay guy hot. Oh well. I wonder if he'll be kicked out like his other less than squeeky clean counterparts from years past. Oh, yea, Antonella could pose in skanky slutwear photos and stay in but Frenchy, who could actually sing, got kicked out. And David isn't a bad singer so I'm going to guess that he's going to be outta there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;What happened last night - oh yea, I made the home made pizza. And had a whopping 22 points of it. Christ. That's a lot of pizza points! It was so good though. I had two pieces - and, yes, two pieces of my pizza is 22 points. What the fuck was I thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I did watch the finale of the Terminator - Sarah Connor Chronicles. I hope it comes back next year - but I'm not holding my breath. It's refreshingly interesting though so I hope it does. What was probably the coolest scene in the whole series happened last night. John Connor goes out to eat with his Uncle (who supposedly doesn't know he's his uncle - he's Kyle's brother) for ice cream. While in the park they observe two young boys playing ball. On the back of the older kid the name Reese appeared. So, John looks at him, then the other smaller boy bounces his ball near John and John gets up to get him his ball. And he's staring at his father, whom he's never met, as a child. It was actually very cool. See, I loved the Terminator movies - except the last one which was kind of lame. And always thought it would have been cool to see what happened in between the second and the last movie. It's extremely far fetched - even more so than the movies (if that's possible) but for a TV series it's actually pretty impressive. I can't help but wonder how much money Fox has thrown at that series. And, judging that it wasn't extremely successful, wondering if they'll throw more money at it next year or scrap the whole thing. I guess only time will tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-7567350559057090198?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7567350559057090198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=7567350559057090198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7567350559057090198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7567350559057090198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-american-idol-falls.html' title='Another American Idol Falls'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-978997718784595025</id><published>2008-03-03T08:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:10:29.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday? Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It was really a suck ass weekend for me. Mostly because I spent it feeling like shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And I feel so bad because I feel like I was a complete downer to Cindy and Kimberly on Saturday. My head just ached all day from sinus pressure. But, come Sunday, I know another reason that I felt like crap. Yes, it's that dreaded curse of the month. I woke up on Sunday with a big ole pimple on my chin, bloated up so much that my rings even felt tight. Then it happened. Gross, I know. So, I wasn't very good company for them on Saturday. I should have probably just passed on the whole thing, but I just needed to get out of the house for a while! And I miss those guys! Hanging out with them and having fun. I just wasn't much fun at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It was a cool thing - a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Longermeyer&lt;/span&gt; (don't quote me on that - or is it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Longerburger&lt;/span&gt;? I can't remember) basket party thing. They had some beautiful baskets, I'll give them that. All hand crafted and extremely nice quality. However, I couldn't justify spending $50 plus on a basket at this point and time. So, I felt bad that I went to this basket party for Kimberly's mom and didn't order anything. I would have liked to - had money not been an issue. But, right now, it is. I have my sister coming in at the end of the month and we have our semi-annual shopping outing and I need to save a few bucks for that. I won't be spending much at all, but it's always expensive when she's here. You know, we go out to dinner and do things. No sense in her coming all the way here to sit in my house the whole time eating soup. And, honestly, with spring coming up I'm going to need to get a few things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Luckily, everything that was planned for Saturday night went down in flames. Dennis' mom was going to come over but then decided she couldn't - which was fine. I was so tired and feeling so nasty that I really didn't want to deal with much. Then his acoustic gig on Saturday night fell through so we spent the night just lounging around doing nothing. Sunday I felt a little better in the morning so I went and got my March train pass then went to the grocery store. Then I stared feeling crappy again. Which sucks because yesterday was actually a really nice day outside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;One of the things Dennis doesn't understand for the most part is this - that stuff I got last year for spring and summer I need to replace. Clothes don't last forever. Especially when you buy cheap and wash it a thousand times. They start to wear out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, the boss is out all week in Spain. Which means that the workload should be a lot lighter than usual. And with me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PMS'ing&lt;/span&gt; all over the place I'm sure he would be thrilled to not be here anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;PALM Tracker: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://health.groups.yahoo.com/group/wwcalc-for-palm/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Click here for WWCalc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; I just put it on my Palm and it works GREAT. You have to join the group to get the download.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-978997718784595025?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/978997718784595025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=978997718784595025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/978997718784595025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/978997718784595025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/03/monday-already.html' title='Monday? Already?'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-7915138595060316236</id><published>2008-02-29T07:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T07:44:04.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Days Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so looking forward to today being over with. Having two days off is something I desperately need right now. And I haven't really felt very good lately. Lots of sinus pressure. Equals headaches. Equals a suck ass day for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, four more people voted off the American Idol Island. At least they were all four that should be leaving. Still say this season sucks more than any other season. Why do I still watch this shit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Lost, on the other hand, is as cool as ever. What's with the time warp shit? Are the survivors in some kind of space/time continuum or something? I don't know. I thought last night's episode was a tad boring. I just don't care about Penelope or Desmond I think. It was cool when he finally got to talk to her at the end though. Just not sure I see the point. Which is probably the point!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I'm going to go head and get some work done so I don't have a majorly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt; ass busy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hope everybody has a good weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-7915138595060316236?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7915138595060316236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=7915138595060316236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7915138595060316236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7915138595060316236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-days-off.html' title='Two Days Off'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-3269963070866931210</id><published>2008-02-28T08:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T08:14:10.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Friday Yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;My head is screaming today. And if it had words it would say, "Hey, bitch, I'm kinda hurting here. Why not take the fucking day off for once and let me sleep a little longer!". Wait, my head can talk. So, I guess that's what I'm saying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But, no, instead I'm sitting here at work thinking about the never ending revolving cycle that has become my life. Go to work, come home, eat, sleep, go back to work where magically overnight there has been more work that has been created thus negating all the previous work I did the day before. I swear, I think I need something in my life to change. Hopefully, with warmer weather, that will mean more going out of the house, more fun things to actually do. Because, let's face it, in the winter there's only a handful of things you can really go out and do. There's shopping, going out to dinner, going to a movie, going to a bar. And I'm not really into going out to see a movie - I would much prefer to watch a movie at home. You know, at home I can pause the fucking thing when I have to go pee. At the theater I wind up holding it in pain because I paid a gazillion dollars in ticket, munchies, etc and I don't want to miss an expensive minute of it. And going to bars - ugh. That was fun when you're young and single but when you're old and married it's really kind of pointless. It's expensive, there are tons of obnoxious drunk people. Not my idea of a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Then there's always cold weather sports and stuff - like skiing, ice skating, seeing how long you can stay out in sub freezing temperatures before your fingers fall off. Fun activities like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Never fear - Spring will come. I have faith!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;American Idol last night - what was with that scary motorcycle bitch with the Madame Cruella hair style singing Carry on my Wayward Son? Good fucking night, it was absolutely ghastly! Well, if I was Simon that's what I would have said. She was just seriously horrid. I think they all got together and decided, hmmmm....what's the worst possible song to sing tonight? Okay, I'll pick that! And why, dear God why, do we ever have to hear anybody ever singing Hopelessly Devoted? It should never be sung. Even by Olivia herself. And the second chickie that sang the Heart song? Oh my God. If you're going to sing Nancy Wilson you better have one hell of a powerful voice - which she didn't. I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-3269963070866931210?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3269963070866931210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=3269963070866931210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3269963070866931210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/3269963070866931210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-it-friday-yet.html' title='Is it Friday Yet?'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-4981850551815204786</id><published>2008-02-27T07:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T07:40:43.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>***YAWN***</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so fucking tired this morning. This getting up at 5:00am every weekday morning is getting to really suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So much in fact that I'm going to skip even trying to come up with anything to say today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, that's right. I'm going to nap at my desk right now and pretend to be working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-4981850551815204786?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4981850551815204786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=4981850551815204786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/4981850551815204786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/4981850551815204786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/02/yawn.html' title='***YAWN***'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-7621284125316880087</id><published>2008-02-26T08:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T08:23:33.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want to SCREAM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Dear Lord, hear my prayer and send Spring to us as soon as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Great. Another fucking snow storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm getting pretty fucking sick of this shit. And, yes, I'm cursing. Again. Because it's snowing. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But, hey, how much longer can this winter last? Seriously, it's almost fucking March for the love of God. And I swear this better be the last snow storm of the season. Mostly because our snow blower decided to take a shit. Luckily, it was at the very end of clearing off the driveway. But, then again I have a very dear and wonderful husband that takes that as his chore so I don't have to do anything about it. But, I don't want him to have a coronary shoveling snow either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I've kinda gotten hooked on the Terminator series - the Sarah Connor Chronicles? I thought it would totally have to suck seeing how none of the original actors are part of it. But, I have to say the dark haired chick that is playing Sarah Connor is doing a damned decent job. She looks a lot different than Linda Hamilton, but she managed to bring to it the same kind of feel that Linda did. So, it's not like seeing a completely different character. And what's cool is they keep referring to events that happened in the movies. Like, last night for example, they went back to the asshole shrinks house - if you saw Terminator II you know which guy I'm talking about. The only that insists that Sarah is a nutbar then when John and Arnold come to the psych hospital to rescue her right when the faggy looking terminator dude shows up? And then the shrink sees that she's not crazy? Anyway, they bring him back into the picture and he's really a nutbar. So much so that he winds up in the same room Sarah was in when she was locked up by him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The only thing I don't like about the series is the guy that is playing Kyle's brother. Brian Austin Green - the boring guy from Beverly Hills 90120? Not that I ever watched that stupid show - I really didn't need to depress myself watching rich kids do their rich high school shit but I remember him from that show. Oh well. I guess you can't expect it to all be good, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-7621284125316880087?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7621284125316880087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=7621284125316880087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7621284125316880087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/7621284125316880087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-want-to-scream.html' title='I Want to SCREAM!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-2112706954465418473</id><published>2008-02-25T07:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:59:35.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscars Sucked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, here we are. Another Monday. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, did any of you readers waste your time watching the Oscars last night? I flipped it on mostly because I wanted to see how political all these idiot celebrities were going to be - especially John Stewart. Unfortunately, the entire thing was so fucking boring that I wound up falling asleep. I understand there's a writers strike and all, but shit! Stewart has to be the worst host ever! He tried to be funny but he just couldn't cut it. And it appeared obvious that in a lot of spots in the broadcast that he just plain and simply didn't know what to say so he instead said stupid, corny, dumb shit. I think that it has to be hard, though. Considering all the crap movies that were nominated this year. It must've been a slow year at the box office considering there wasn't really anything nominated worth even renting. Speaking of which, I know it's been a bad year for movies because we haven't gone to Blockbuster and rented a movie in months. There just hasn't been anything new come out that I'm interested in seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was actually pretty busy. We went out Friday and saw a friend's band. Then Saturday I went and got my hair done, then we went to Marcombs and Dennis did an acoustic set. Yesterday, I mostly laid around the house until about noon then showers and did the grocery shopping. Yes, people, that is a busy weekend for my lazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my hair, I just LOVE it. Yes, you heard me right. I love it! I'm not going to bitch about it because there's nothing really to bitch about. We went darker underneath (a reddish brown) and lighter on the top. So, here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=newhair-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h98/suebiedoobie/newhair-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Of course, I'm not wearing any makeup at all so I look kinda scary, but I do like the hair!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, hope everybody has a Happy Monday! I know, that's like the ads that say Have a Happy Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-2112706954465418473?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2112706954465418473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=2112706954465418473&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/2112706954465418473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/2112706954465418473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-here-we-are.html' title='Oscars Sucked!'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-2641463242005311396</id><published>2008-02-22T08:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T08:31:53.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it 4:45 Yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, yes! Friday! The best day of the week! Actually, I always say my favorite minute of the week is the minute I walk through the door at home on a Friday. Because I still have two whole days of freedom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I have to go to a hair appointment tomorrow morning. Thank God! Not a minute too soon. My hair is really looking like ass. I haven't decided if I'm going to go light again. I know I want to for the Spring but seeing how Spring is still a ways away, I'm not sure if I should wait a few more months or just go for it. I guess I have until tomorrow morning to decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I know one thing for sure - I don't want much cut at all, if any. I wasn't real crazy about the haircut the last time. Mostly because I'm not keen on all these fucking layers. But, they are already almost all grown out so I think I'll get about an inch off the bottom and leave the layers the length they are until they're fully grown out. But who knows. By tomorrow I could have changed my mind ten times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Lost last night. Okay, I love and hate this show at the same time. For every answer it gives you along with it comes about 10 more questions. So, we know that Kate gets off the murder, arson, fleeing charges with 10 years probation. We now know she has a son. And his name is what? Eric? We were supposed to be shocked by that I guess but I have no idea what the name Eric is supposed to mean. But he is a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blondie&lt;/span&gt; kid so I can only assume at this point that it's Sawyers kid. But where was Sawyer during the trial? Did he stay on the island? Did he come back and they went their separate ways? And is Jack pissed off and won't see the kid because it's Sawyers? See what I mean? I have even more questions now than I did yesterday. So frustrating! But, I guess that's all part of the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;What's everybody up to this weekend? I'm not sure what we're doing yet. I know one thing for sure - I do not intend on spending it doing nothing like the previous 4 weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Have a nice weekend blog readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Note: Spell check is working again. Thank God, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-2641463242005311396?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2641463242005311396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=2641463242005311396&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/2641463242005311396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/2641463242005311396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-it-445-yet.html' title='Is it 4:45 Yet?'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29477654.post-2289069558000051131</id><published>2008-02-21T07:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T07:55:49.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol Keeps Jumping the Shark</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Boss is in early, have tons to do, so this will be short. I know, you're broken hearted. But rest assured that I will undoubtedly have nothing of interest to say anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;American Idol. Dear God, this show has really jumped the shark last year. Well, it actually officially jumped the year Taylor Hicks won. But, this year, is looking like it will wind up being an equally boring and predictable season. There's absolutely no standouts at all. Which is sad. Because there are so many really talented singers out there - but apparently they aren't auditioning for American Idol. I found myself bored to tears watching this last night. And sad that whoever wins this year is going to go down in obscurity like most Idol winners. With the exception of a few, not many have really acheived any long lasting success. Of course, Carrie Underwood and whatsherface from season one - oh yea, Kelly Clarkson have done a decent job. But where is Ruben Studdard? Where is Taylor Hicks? Where is last years winner - with the exception of singing the National Anthem at the Superbowl? I don't know. It just seems like this has turned into such a blase competition. I think, to spice things up, do a season where there aren't any age restrictions. Let's see some people in there with some stage experience and years of developing their vocal talent. Now that would be interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I have a ton to do and I really don't have anything more to say about American Idol. Except that I think I watched my last episode of this disaster in the making last night. 'Eh, who am I kidding. I'll still watch and still be mortified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29477654-2289069558000051131?l=wingsandboobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2289069558000051131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29477654&amp;postID=2289069558000051131&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/2289069558000051131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29477654/posts/default/2289069558000051131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wingsandboobs.blogspot.com/2008/02/american-idol-keep-jumping-shark.html' title='American Idol Keeps Jumping the Shark'/><author><name>suebiedoobie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06575411818314391678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xH8lfBMRho/SbROAYrvG6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/wEyCSEyKtlY/S220/hat1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
