<?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-13171263</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:42:37.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>moosh's blog</title><subtitle type='html'>***Have a better time than most can dream***

The place where I can talk about absolutely anything</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-113894074149502907</id><published>2006-02-02T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:25:41.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE JUMP-OFF</title><content type='html'>Well 2006 had started off good.  I had met a man...yea!!!  i knew going into it it would not be a relationship but hey atelast i was gettin sum.  i did not know much about him which was good b/c it avoided all chances of catching any sort of feelings.  we would talk mostly about sex but i was ok with that.  so it brings me to now.  1 month into the new year and bam!  i new it was going way too smoothly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i am the other night trying to fall asleep after getting stood up by my lil sex friend.  all of a sudden the phone rings.  i did not even look to see who it was.  all i hear is a chicks voice. well it truns out its his girlfriend.  i did not know and honestly i do not care.  obviously u do not keep ya man in satisfied and he needed to go else where.  she asked me many questions and i just kept lying....did she think i was gonna be honest?  the problem was she had heard a message i had left him...oops!!  so now he was caught.  i have not heard from him since.  my other issue with this is the fact u should keep ya hoes in check.  how did she get my number and why was she listening to ya messages???  so now what to do?  do i forget him?  do i contact him? do i keep what was going on?  well i guess i will have to keep ya'll posted on my first issue of 2006!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-113894074149502907?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113894074149502907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=113894074149502907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/113894074149502907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/113894074149502907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/jump-off.html' title='THE JUMP-OFF'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-113592773675183544</id><published>2005-12-30T02:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T02:31:42.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>Remember when you could not wait for it to be your birthday. well for some reason I dread it. Im not saying that i am "too old" to celebrate I just think they are not what they used to be. Maybe I am at that odd age where they just don't count. Today is my birthday acutally the 29th is but I just got in and had to vent.  I decided I was not gonna celebrate it this year but with some push from the friends there will be a celebration firday night.  So I make the plans, send a mass email and all i get is complaints. UMMM what kind a fun is that. If you don't like what I have decide to do then don't show. It is a simple as that.  So tell me how to make a non significant birthday fun again.  Is there no more fun once you pass the great age of 21??? Is it only fun if you have a man laid up under you??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-113592773675183544?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113592773675183544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=113592773675183544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/113592773675183544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/113592773675183544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-113323615651272299</id><published>2005-11-28T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T21:39:08.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is too Short</title><content type='html'>Its always hard when you loose someone. Its hard when its a friend. A friend who you did not realize you had so many feelings for until he was gone. You came into my life 3 years ago and on Saturday you were taken out. You were too young and still had so much to offer many. I'm sad that you are gone and I never got to say goodbye. I'll never forget our times together from our many smoke breaks to fighting about the jets and giants every weekend and to the day, October 21st, that you became so special to me. I'll miss all your text messages and phone calls just to say hi and see how I was doing. For all the smiles you put on my face with your corny jokes that always made me laugh I thank you! Its hard to say goodbye so I won't but more like till we meet again. And to you Brian aka the married man...I will miss you more than you or I could ever imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received this quote in an email about Brian today and its so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth -- and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up, we will then begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-113323615651272299?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113323615651272299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=113323615651272299' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/113323615651272299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/113323615651272299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-is-too-short.html' title='Life is too Short'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-113133641998661774</id><published>2005-11-06T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:07:00.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend is Over.. Do I really have to go back to work tomorrow??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/1600/jets.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/320/jets.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the weekend is over and not much to report.  Hung out with friends friday.  Bummed around saturday and hung out with the friends again saturday night.  today i thought would offer a lil excitement to my weekend as i headed to the Jets vs Chargers game...umm nope..not much excitement there.  jets lose again and the giants win.  anyone else think i am rooting for the wrong team?  but props to coles... that was a great catch and my seats were 20 rows up from the end zone so i saw the whole thing happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also been working on my &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mooshy1229"&gt;myspace page&lt;/a&gt; since that seems like the new thing to have.  you can check that out too if you'd like but don't really have it up and running yet to full potential. hope ya all had more excitement than me this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-113133641998661774?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113133641998661774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=113133641998661774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/113133641998661774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/113133641998661774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/weekend-is-over-do-i-really-have-to-go.html' title='Weekend is Over.. Do I really have to go back to work tomorrow??'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-113108222737808607</id><published>2005-11-04T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T00:30:27.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YUP i'm still here</title><content type='html'>Geez sometimes you do not realize how long its been since you have blogged but when your blogger stalkers start question you its time to write (thanks kim). im thinking that some of my blog stalkers need to start a blog of their own!! HAHA unfortunately nothing fun has happened in two weeks. Work has been so stressful that I think its time to start looking for a new job. Yup thats me when the work gets tough i run. i just hate that fact i get paid crap to work my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its thursday night,  off tomorrow and the only plans i got for the weekend is going to the JET game which i have been looking forward to for weeks since i paid an arm and leg for the tickets but seeing how the jets have been playing over the past weeks one can only hope that something exciting will come out of it. maybe meet a man tailgating in the parking lot. hey you never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-113108222737808607?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113108222737808607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=113108222737808607' title='0 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"my married man". well needless to say i figured i should do i follow-up. friday i met up with him. and yes had sex with him. it all happened like this... with me living at home and him being well u know we did not have many places to go.. u would think hotel like i did but no i found myself hiking with him in rockland county, ny. we first went to this one park but found no where to go since there were people everywhere. hmmm wouldn't you think that since its a park....genius? well so i decided to step in and say umm hotel? he did not go for that. so we then made our way to some woodys area off a side of a road. ahh did i mention im not a wilderness girl... animals, bugs, poison ivy...totally not me. we started to hike up this one hill and encountered a man who said he was taking pictures of deer. he asked if we were looking to party cause he had a joint. we said no and started to walk away but not fast enough. he then yelled hey lemme show u suttin and down went his pants and he showed us a scar on his backside. well at this point i am more than freaked out. i thought this dude must have escaped form rockland pych which was not far. so we decide to continue on a lil further away from the scary dude. we come to the next hill which was more like a mountain to me. we hiked our asses up and there was a beautiful veiw so i'll give em that. well this is where it all happened. which again is so not me. there where no trees just open land and my bare ass on top of this overlook of north rockland and the hudson river.  it was a rush though and for once i felt a little naughty. oh well shit happens. but i made a final decision today that no more wilderness girl for me. my back hurts like a bitch from the big ass rock formation he laid me on. so if ya ever feeling horny and are in the woods make sure you leave the woods and find yourself a damn bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-113004462981324199?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113004462981324199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=113004462981324199' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/113004462981324199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/113004462981324199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/married-man-part-2.html' title='The Married Man Part 2'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112968376271722652</id><published>2005-10-18T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:52:55.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED AND LOVING IT</title><content type='html'>Okay I have been tagged by &lt;a href="http://mooshyandmealonesag.blogspot.com/"&gt;TWO GIRLS AND A BLOG &lt;/a&gt;(which is another blog I write for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things I Plan to Do Before I Die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get on a plane again (lately I feel way too claustrophobic)&lt;br /&gt;Go to Australia..but first I have to conquer the first phobia&lt;br /&gt;Date a black man.&lt;br /&gt;Be on SNL...its been a lifelong dream so far&lt;br /&gt;Get married&lt;br /&gt;Drive cross country&lt;br /&gt;Get my masters degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things I Can Do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise one eyebrow&lt;br /&gt;Good listener...atleast I have been told so&lt;br /&gt;Swim&lt;br /&gt;Willing to help someone out (not always a good thing)&lt;br /&gt;Be a good judge of character&lt;br /&gt;Love my friends and family&lt;br /&gt;Diet...I'm doing it now and never thought I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things I Can NOT Do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing....its awful but I love to&lt;br /&gt;Stop shopping&lt;br /&gt;Quit smoking&lt;br /&gt;Stop gossiping&lt;br /&gt;Get into a political conversation-that shit does not even phase me&lt;br /&gt;Put things together- I never understand the damn directions&lt;br /&gt;Get in a plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things That Attract Me To The Opposite Sex:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeth&lt;br /&gt;Height&lt;br /&gt;Style of dress&lt;br /&gt;Sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;Bulge size...c'mon u all look&lt;br /&gt;Muscles maybe just definition&lt;br /&gt;Hygiene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things I Say Most Often:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did u hear&lt;br /&gt;Like ummm...&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;She's pissing me off&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to work tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Wanna go smoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Celebrity Crushes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curtis Martin&lt;br /&gt;Mekhi Pfeiffer&lt;br /&gt;Jason Lewis&lt;br /&gt;Dave Mathews&lt;br /&gt;Julian McMahon&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Bratt&lt;br /&gt;50 Cent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People Who Are Now Tagged:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zaiwanda.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zaiwanda &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blueroseblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bluerose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112968376271722652?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112968376271722652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112968376271722652' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112968376271722652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112968376271722652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/tagged-and-loving-it.html' title='TAGGED AND LOVING IT'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112960896001736415</id><published>2005-10-18T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T00:16:00.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PSYCHIC PHENOMENON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/1600/psychics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/320/psychics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that someone can tell ya future? . for the most part i am a non-believer in pychics (and i'm not talking about the ones on tv) but theres that part of me who wants someone to read my future....just a lil curious. yes i am scared though. its a lil weird to me that someone would know more about my life than i know. i have many friends that believe very much in psychics. they frequent them often and have had much success with their readings. i just dont know though. what happens if they see death in ya future and see no sign of love...that shit scares the hell out of me. well just wanted to get everyone's opinion on psychics. do you believe? have you been to one? will you ever go to one? how would you handle the news that is presented to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112960896001736415?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112960896001736415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112960896001736415' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112960896001736415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112960896001736415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/psychic-phenomenon.html' title='PSYCHIC PHENOMENON'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112830796310787350</id><published>2005-10-02T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T22:52:43.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intervention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/1600/drugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/320/drugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok so there is nothing on tv so i been watching intervention on a&amp;amp;e. can the people on this show get anymore trashy. its almost like they came on here just to get their face on tv not to clean themselves up. if you wanted that then you should have gone on jerry springer. are these people really gonna change their lives cause they are on tv? i remember my roommates in college had an intervention with me. so i used to like to smoke trees and have some beers before i went to bed. yes i partied and came close to not graduating but there was no need for an intervention. i personally thought that shit was the funniest thing. they had me rolling and made me wanted to run out to the bar when they were done. but i loved them anyway and eventually i did calm down. maybe to the point of being to straight edge. so in my opinion interventions do not work whether the person had a severe drug problem or just likes to have a night cap. the person has to want to change themselves and if not theres no help especially when they been addicts for so long. so save ya breathe and wait until your friend/ family asks for help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112830796310787350?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112830796310787350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112830796310787350' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112830796310787350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112830796310787350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/intervention.html' title='Intervention'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112793145833599083</id><published>2005-09-28T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:18:59.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWN IN FRAGGLE ROCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/1600/fraggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/320/fraggles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if heard correctly today but word is that they will be making fraggle rock the movie. damn now they are bringing back my childhood. i remember watching this show faithfully. it does make me feel old that all things that we watched and toys that we played with are coming back out. hello my little pony. songs we listened to are being remade. i didnt think at 26 i would feel old but when they bring back all these things from the 80's it kinda makes u think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112793145833599083?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112793145833599083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112793145833599083' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112793145833599083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112793145833599083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/down-in-fraggle-rock.html' title='DOWN IN FRAGGLE ROCK'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112718854064680224</id><published>2005-09-19T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T23:57:00.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing about Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well nothing new to report. just a quick post and a funny pic to let you know im here but i think my thoughts are dead. just cant think of anything to write about. aruba case over, jets finally won yesterday, new chick missing in virginia, hurricane katrina aftermath is still going on but i think we read about it enough and nothing yet with the married dude. see what i mean. the summers over and life blows. thats all i got to say for now. hopefully ill have better thoughts by the end of the week. any plans for the weekend....yeah i know its only monday but this week is gonna suck and i want to make it go by faster by thinking about friday. lemme know whats up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112718854064680224?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112718854064680224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112718854064680224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112718854064680224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112718854064680224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/nothing-about-nothing.html' title='Nothing about Nothing'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112675088236506838</id><published>2005-09-14T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:26:03.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EBAY SUCKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/1600/auction.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/320/auction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; How come every time i decide to bid on something...i get so frustrated and end up losing? i mean i even wait til the last second and still get outbid. every time this happens to me i swear i'm not going to try and by anything from here because i get all excited and then lose but then i find myself back on it trying to win a couple days later. ok i have won some things but last night i was of course trying to get me some jets tix. sat in front of the damn computer watching as i am winning for an hour. with four minutes left i am outbid. i bid again. then he bids and so on for 4 minutes (which may i add felt like another hour). it got to the point of which i did not even want to pay that much i just wanted to win and i kept going higher. then with those awful word...OUTBID and TIME UP. ebay to me seems a little like a gambling problem. even though u should not keep bidding up you do just like with gambling you keep playing even if ya down thinking you can come back but rarely ever do. so is ebay an addiction???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112675088236506838?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112675088236506838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112675088236506838' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112675088236506838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112675088236506838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/ebay-sucks.html' title='EBAY SUCKS'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112623720664281157</id><published>2005-09-08T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T23:40:06.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/1600/jets2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/400/jets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey there football fans! i think we have waited long enough for the 2005 season to begin and i'm psyched! sitting here watching the pats vs the raiders...i'm thinking we might be in for one good football season. hopefully the pats will not be in the super bowl again (sorry brady fans). i'm actually hoping for my jets will prevail this year! well we got a long time to wait for that but hey one can only wish. will chad be ready? can curtis break another 1000 yards this season? will coles be able to catch the ball? all things us jets fans will have to wait and see. but whoever your favorite team is all i can say is let the games begin. hope you got ya work pools in place and fantasy football teams ready because the season has begun and we got 4 months to enjoy ourselves. LETS GO JETS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112623720664281157?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112623720664281157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112623720664281157' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112623720664281157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112623720664281157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/are-you-ready-for-some-football.html' title='ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL??'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112606762343341233</id><published>2005-09-07T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:33:43.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'># 1 Reason To Become A Fan of Tennis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/1600/andy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/320/andy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A football fan my whole life I never really watched any other sports on tv. maybe just the exception exceptional yankee or nets  game but that's it. it was not until a couple of months ago i realized i was missing out on a great sport...tennis. well not really a fan of the sport more just a fan of one of the players. ladies...meet andy roddick...hottie tennis player! hey maybe the nfl doesn't have all the cuties. with andy playing i'm sure i'll become an avid watcher of tennis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112606762343341233?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112606762343341233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112606762343341233' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112606762343341233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112606762343341233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/1-reason-to-become-fan-of-tennis.html' title='# 1 Reason To Become A Fan of Tennis'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112554583972654825</id><published>2005-08-31T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T23:45:33.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Devastation VS Gas Prices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/1600/hurricane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/320/hurricane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got out of work tonight i went on a hunt for the cheapest gas i could find. not sure why i care considering i drive a 4 cylinder vehicle not an suv but still who wants to pay $30 bucks to fill their tank. i could not believe the prices. gas had gone up about 40 cents since this morning. sick of driving around i stopped and got my gas after waiting about 25 minutes to fill up and came home. nothing else to do when i got home so why not turn on the tv. what channel... well of course fox news..yes i'm obsessed with greta van susteren. i was in total shock and disbelief of what i was seeing. thousands dead??? as i watched all the devastation down south i thought to myself my god how could i have been bitching about gas prices at a time like this. these poor people have nothing left. many have not had food nor shelter for 48 hours. all they have are the clothes on their back. and yes many are dead. they have billions of dollars in damage but i was complaining about 30 dollars???? it really made me think what kind of life will these people have over the next couple of years trying to recapture the life they once had. sometimes you just have to sit back and think i don't have it that bad and i should not take anything for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112554583972654825?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112554583972654825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112554583972654825' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112554583972654825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112554583972654825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/devastation-vs-gas-prices.html' title='Devastation VS Gas Prices'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112512026949190569</id><published>2005-08-27T01:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T01:42:06.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Married Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/1600/Making-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/320/Making-love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some help. i have this guy friend who is married. i actually used to work with him. well a couple of weeks ago he got in contact with me and we got to talking and he was looking for a "booty call" as he called it. i thought he was joking so i just let it go. but last night we were talking via text messaging and come to find out this was not a joke. he's dead serious. so what's a girl to do?? one part of me wants to b/c of the thrill and hey lets be real it could be a good fuck but on the other hand he's married. i have known for a long time though that he is not happily married. but i still feel so bad for the wife. this is not my style and i think that's what's makes it so much more tempting. its a decision i have to make and i'm not good a deciding what to do. damn sometimes its hard to be a woman. a man can do it and feel no remorse but we woman have feelings and emotions and it sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112512026949190569?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112512026949190569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112512026949190569' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112512026949190569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112512026949190569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/married-man.html' title='The Married Man'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112499034432839102</id><published>2005-08-25T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T14:35:53.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Code at Work</title><content type='html'>I am getting a little tired of sitting here day after day watching my co-workers come into the office in the same clothes week after week. one lady works a part-time job at a department store so don't front like you don't got any money to buy new clothes....i know this store gives a discount. i'm sick of seeing the same damn shirt in different colors everyday. then theres the co-worker who has a stain on each piece of clothing she owns. once you spill, wash it and if it does not come out throw it the hell out! this same person always has a sweatshirt on that i believe could walk by it's damn self b/c it has never been washed and is worn daily. i understand its cold in the office but bring a cute sweater or something not an oversized grey zip up. and then there are about 20 women who are still stuck in the 80's. i did not know that stirrup pants were even still being made...oh wait they're not so that means out of style so get rid of em.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well when i back from lunch today there was an email from upper management reviewing the dress code. THANK GOD! hopefully people will stop wearing colored jeans, spandex and dirty clothes because they need to buy new ones or they will be sent home to change and if thats all u own then you got nothing to change into.....so please BUY NEW CLOTHES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112499034432839102?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112499034432839102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112499034432839102' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112499034432839102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112499034432839102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/dress-code-at-work.html' title='Dress Code at Work'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112477001002734949</id><published>2005-08-22T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T00:08:58.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Nothing much to say just wanted to say that why after a vacation do you feel like you need another vacation just to unwind?? had a good time on the cape. want to move to marthas vineyard. it so beautiful there. anyone up for going with me. let just pack our ish and go. the ferry back from the vineyard i was thinking (actually trying not to puke cause the ferry was rocking) about how there is nothing holding me here in jersey. my job is job i could get anywhere, most of the family lives out of state, no boyfriend so why not go. yea i'd miss my friends but thats why there are cell phones, blogs and IM. its just a thought though. not sure how much happens out there in the off-season but we got the internet so imma check it out and see what i come up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;so how bout those jets.....2-0 in pre-season. well we can only hope that this is what the season will be like.  anyone got extra tix to fridays game against the giants. i'd love to go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;well enough of me rambling. once i get some pics from the vaca ill post em. hopefully i'll have something interesting to say later in the week but till then this is all i gots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112477001002734949?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112477001002734949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112477001002734949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112477001002734949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112477001002734949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112416348031489822</id><published>2005-08-15T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:38:46.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation...here i come!</title><content type='html'>I leave for vacation tomorrow morning...woohoo!! headin up to cape cod for some much need relaxation. i feel like i have been so stressed out the past couple of days. i have been misplacing things left and right like as if i was still a pot head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then im at work today and get a call from my sister who tells me that my bunny oreo died. so instead of last minute shopping after work i was giving my bunny a proper burial. :( agghhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i need to do is lay on the beach and just get a nice tan. oh and i also hope to meet a very nice man with money while out on the cape. well hope everyone has a great week and ill be back on sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112416348031489822?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112416348031489822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112416348031489822' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112416348031489822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112416348031489822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/vacationhere-i-come.html' title='Vacation...here i come!'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112369593713817396</id><published>2005-08-09T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T16:08:52.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger Management Tour 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/1600/2522601_gunit_200x200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/320/2522601_gunit_200x200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly this is one of the best shows I've seen. maybe its b/c i have this great love for 50. before i went monday night i thought about how could i get his attention. ok ill flash him and have my phone number written across my chest. thats bound to get anyones attention. well it did not happen... when i tell you nose bleed seats i mean it. but they were right above the stage so i could see him and all the others perfectly but i doubt he would have ever noticed me. thanks christine for gettin the tix. oh and being up so high you immediately got a contact high just from sitting there.  all the smoke was rising right to me i felt(which is not a bad thing).   i swear everyone was smoking an L. funny part is i saw no damn security anywhere except when i tried to have a cigarette the dude was all up in my face. um hello what about all the others smoking around me. i read in the paper on tuesday that they had the NYC GANG SQUAD there. nope never saw em. maybe because the cloud of smoke was too thick. anyway lil jon and the eastside boys put on a great show. new hottie if mine Lil scrappy! 50 and g-unit were even better. 50 came out in his white suit to PIMP and i was hooked. did not even hear the song. was too busy looking at him the whole damn time. but i believe we could have done without eminem being there. why is he trying to act on stage?? he talked way too much. i wonder if he noticed how many people left during his performance? when he performed it was good but he kept puttin on lil skits. like when u mooned us and farted with ya bare white ass. no need for it. keep the acting for movies and the singing for ya concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the night&lt;br /&gt;-everyone wasted(but me)&lt;br /&gt;-everyone with a contact high..we were awfully silly after the show&lt;br /&gt;-neville puking during the show and for a good day after it&lt;br /&gt;- collin sleeping during eminem&lt;br /&gt;-fred's non existent voice after the show&lt;br /&gt;-did anyone check out brians skills...dancing?&lt;br /&gt;-me having to drive in the city-AGHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how come llyod banks and young buck had to go and get themselves arrested after the damn show?&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112369593713817396?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112369593713817396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112369593713817396' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112369593713817396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112369593713817396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/anger-management-tour-3.html' title='Anger Management Tour 3'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112321301285225630</id><published>2005-08-04T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T23:39:36.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Pathetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was doing some research on one of my favorite sites... Craigslist. i am usually on searching for Jets tickets or concert tickets but occasionally i venture around the rest of the site. tonight i went under my home state of nj then missed connections. and this is what i found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;McDonalds Ramsey Tuesday Evening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were in the McDonalds on Route 17N with a boy and a girl. I thought that you were very attractive. However, I didn't want to interrupt dinner&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought to myself my god is this what happens when you pass the age of 40 and your single?? how pathetic. why would you even think the person who was at that mc donalds at that exact time would see ya post?? to me is seems like a waste of time to even write it. if ya that desperate to make a post about a person who you saw for about 10 minutes (remember mc donalds is fast food) then i think you need to set up a personal ad on one of these dating websites...maybe it would work out bedda for ya. the scary thing was this was one of many of these types of posts that i came across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112321301285225630?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.craigslist.com/' title='Absolutely Pathetic'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112321301285225630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112321301285225630' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112321301285225630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112321301285225630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/absolutely-pathetic.html' title='Absolutely Pathetic'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112309662426031819</id><published>2005-08-03T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T15:17:04.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I WISH NJ HAD THIS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/1600/flop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/320/flop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks like a great time to me. damn i wish NJ had belly flop contest! i never could dive so maybe this is an award that i could be eligible for. where else can you stay cool and get muddy doing it! this game is held at the annual summer redneck games in Georgia...it started as a joke but became one of their annual events amongst others like bobbin for pigs feet. some how this does not seem appetizing to me...YUCK. also to start off the festivities a torch made out of beer cans is lit. i guess those redneck do do things differently than us up north.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112309662426031819?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112309662426031819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112309662426031819' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112309662426031819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112309662426031819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-wish-nj-had-this.html' title='I WISH NJ HAD THIS!'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112291816886548976</id><published>2005-08-01T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T13:44:04.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we say embarrassing??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/1600/fergie_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/320/fergie_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;EITHER URINE OR SWEAT THIS HAS GOT TO BE EMBARRASSING . NEXT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;TIME MAYBE TRYING TO WEAR SOME DEPENDS TO SOAK SOME OF THAT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;UP OR A PAIR OF MESH SHORTS TO HELP VENTILATE THE AREA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112291816886548976?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112291816886548976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112291816886548976' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112291816886548976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112291816886548976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/can-we-say-embarrassing.html' title='Can we say embarrassing??'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112260810125491747</id><published>2005-07-28T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T22:39:53.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Tatooing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/1600/tattoo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8147/1147/320/tattoo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say its beautiful art work and others feel its trashy. i have 2 myself so you know i don't believe its trashy. getting tattooed should be a something that you think about first....remember its with you for life. in the case of Paris Hilton when she tattooed Nick Carter's name on her azz cheek im assuming she was not thinking clearly on this. did you really think you were going to be with him ur entire life?? maybe she's a lucky one cause she got money and had it removed but for us common folk there is not turning back. what if you were into say smoking when u were 18 and u have a leaf tattooed on your arm....um hello when ur 40 and u dont smoke anymore...do u regret it? there always a chance with having writing tattooed on that the artist will spell it wrong...please remember they are artists not authors. so before you decide to make a permanent decision to tattoo your body think about it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other famous people like Paris who made mistakes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Game&lt;/strong&gt;-butterfly tattooed on his face (a lil girlie dont ya think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Arnold&lt;/strong&gt;-portrait of Roseanne (Im still asking myself...WHY?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janet Jackson&lt;/strong&gt;- Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse in a sexual position(How do you explain that to ya kids?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joey&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Fatone&lt;/strong&gt;-girlfriends name inside his lip (well if they ever break up maybe the new girl will not see it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Brown&lt;/strong&gt;-Eyebrows (What happened to his real ones?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tony Danza&lt;/strong&gt;-Keep on trucking (Did he get this before or after his new hit show....LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike Tyson&lt;/strong&gt;- A design between his eye and his ear(God that had to hurt...never getting that removed)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112260810125491747?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112260810125491747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112260810125491747' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112260810125491747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112260810125491747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/art-of-tatooing.html' title='The Art of Tatooing'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112235211798260302</id><published>2005-07-25T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T00:42:13.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY I LOVE DRUNK PEOPLE</title><content type='html'>As some of you know or know now i am not a drinker. i used to be and i have plenty of stories to show for it. many ask how i still love to go to bars and be that sober designated driver. well its easy. i live vicariously through all of you except i dont get migraines, throw up or make an ass out of myself anymore. i still go out because what the hell else does a non drinker do on a saturday night. but yes when i see these things going on i do think about how i did love to get drunk and how i miss it but atleast it is not me out there making a scene for once. saturday night out had its usually funny stories but then there were those couple things that happened to show i love drunk people! scenario #1 my friends friend was dancing at this bar with this guy. lets talk about him. he was above the age of 40, hispanic and not dressed like he was going anywhere special. you could tell he was once of those predators just looking to snag a girl for the night. we can call him Eric Estrada.....basically because thats what he looked like(picture that). so she gets done dancing with him walks over to us meanwhile we were all cracking up. because this dude was nothing special or close to it. well because she had some drinks in her when we said that he looked Eric Estrada from Chips she immediatly ran back to the dance floor.....oblivious to the fact we said he looked like him not that it was him. now she is even more loving the fact that she got him which made us laugh even harder cause she thought she got the catch of the night. no genius we said he LOOKED like him. and in my opinion he's nothing to get excited over even if he was once a tv star. see why i love drunk people.&lt;br /&gt;ok so scenario #2 on saturday night its finally time to go home. 4 am and the non drinker me is trying to get the drunk friends into the car....easy task right...i dont think so! of course where i am parked there had to be a bunch of cops. my friends decide hey lets talk to the cop closest to us. umm last time i checked you should not speak to them when your drunk...but no they were going on and on. oh mr blah blah blah you were my dare officer and look how we turned out.....lets think about this your wasted so stop saying you r good girls because obviously his message did not get through to you or to many others because your wasted. so just shut the hell up and lets go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so until i start drinking again i will continue my drunken life through you guys. Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112235211798260302?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112235211798260302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112235211798260302' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112235211798260302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112235211798260302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-i-love-drunk-people.html' title='WHY I LOVE DRUNK PEOPLE'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112200623005870866</id><published>2005-07-22T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T00:28:10.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>INSTANT ATTRACTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;These facts prove the power of first impressions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;43% of people believe in love at &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;85% of people say they know within the first date if they want to get better acquainted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3 seconds are all we need to make a conclusion about a new guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Smile when you meet someone. 42% people say a smile is the best aspect of a person's look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We are more attracted to people who speak at our same speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Courtesy of Cosmo&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/13171263-112200623005870866?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112200623005870866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112200623005870866' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112200623005870866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112200623005870866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/instant-attraction.html' title='INSTANT ATTRACTION'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112183325718255651</id><published>2005-07-20T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T00:20:57.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DIETING SUCKS</title><content type='html'>Can i ask why women have such a harder time losing weight then men.  all they do is say i need to lose 5 lbs and the next thing you know they've dropped 10.  i on the other hand am on a diet and need to lose much more then 10 lbs but it feels to me like it is taking forever.  every day i step on the damn piece of equipment we have all gown to love and hate called the scale. i have to constantly count calories, check fat grams and say no thank you to many of my favorite foods.  i was a diet coke addict and well its been 7 weeks and i need a fix.   damn i sound like some kind of heroin addict!  but its the truth if we don't constantly watch we eat we as women (unless you have one of those super metabolisms...man i wish you could just buy a metabolism b/c i would go for the the one that if you eat it burns it right off)  so basically we have the potential to pack on 15 lbs without even realizing it until we go to our closet and yup nothing fits. then we say ok the diet starts monday. does this seem fair to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112183325718255651?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112183325718255651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112183325718255651' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112183325718255651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112183325718255651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/dieting-sucks.html' title='DIETING SUCKS'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112156189005180364</id><published>2005-07-16T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T21:00:57.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ENCYCLOPEDIA OF SEX</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today i was doing any normal research on the web about relationships because you know im obsessed with it. but i came across an interesting website. something i did not even know existed and im sure most of you did not either. it is called the Encyclopedia of Sex. it said it was the web's best source of sexual terms and definitions. of course with my curious mind i said hell let me check this out. well it was completely different than what i expected. you know i figured i would see some words like penis, vagina, intercourse. well was i surprised! i saw all these terms and definitions that i did not even know existed. after going through some of them i was rolling on the floor laughing. but some of them were totally disgusting.... and ya know it takes alot to gross me out too. i listed some funny ones below so make sure you keep reading or check out the link above for some of the ones i just did not feel were appropriate to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beer Dick&lt;/strong&gt; (noun)A slang term for men that tend to fuck anything with a pussy after a night of hard drinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chipmunk&lt;/strong&gt; (noun)A slang term for when a woman has a testicle in each side of her mouth and she look up and grins.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hardwood Floors&lt;/strong&gt; (noun)A slang term indicating a woman having completely shaved pubic hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Puddle&lt;/strong&gt; (noun)A slang term for a semen stain which is left on the bedsheets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112156189005180364?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.encyclopedia-of-sex.com/index.php' title='ENCYCLOPEDIA OF SEX'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112156189005180364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112156189005180364' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112156189005180364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112156189005180364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/encyclopedia-of-sex.html' title='ENCYCLOPEDIA OF SEX'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112127979586458174</id><published>2005-07-13T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T16:29:50.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A LIL MORE ABOUT ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is a little dumb but i wanted to keep my readers entertained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) smoked a cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) smoked a cigar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) smoked anything else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) made out with a member of the same sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) crashed a friend's car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) been in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) been dumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) shoplifted(and i got caught...oops)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) been fired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) been in a fist fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) snuck out of parent's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back(way too many times)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) lied to a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) had a crush on a teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) skipped school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) slept with a co-worker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) saw someone die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) been to Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) been to Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) been on a plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) thrown up in a bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) got naked in bar (well i took my bra off and the bartender was wearing it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) eaten Sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) been snowboarding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) been moshing at a concert(got caught in a mosh pit at a 311 concert)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) been in an abusive relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) taken painkillers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) love someone right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X ) made a snow angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X ) had a tea party(prolly when i was younger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) flown a kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) built a sand castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) gone puddle jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X ) gone sledding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) cheated while playing a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) been lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) used a fake ID (yes and her name was GENOWIEFA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) watched the sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) felt an earthquake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) touched a snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) been tickled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) been robbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) robbed someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) been misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) pet a reindeer/goat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) won a contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) been suspended from school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) had detention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) been in a car accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) had braces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) had deja vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) danced in the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) hated the way you look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) witnessed a crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) pole danced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) questioned your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) been lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) been to the opposite side of the country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) swam in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) felt like dying (I suffer from migraines)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) cried yourself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) played cops and robbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) made prank phone calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) kissed in the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) watched the sunset with someone you care about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) blown bubbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) crashed a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) have traveled more than 5 days with a car full of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) gone rollerskating/blading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) had a wish come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) humped a monkey(I don't wanna know anyone who has either)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge(Don't think I'd still be here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) screamed "penis" in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) sang in the shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) fucked in a park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) fucked in the bathoom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) had a dream that you married someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) glued your hand to something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) got your toungue stuck to a pole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) worn the opposite sex's clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) been a cheerleader( No but i sure do wish i was)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) sat on a roof top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) had sex in a church(I just think that's wrong not to mention anyone's name) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) stayed up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) didn’t take a shower for a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) pick and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) climbed a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) had a tree house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) are scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) believe in ghosts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) have more then 30 pairs of shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) worn a really ugly outfit to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) played ding-dong-ditch(Can someone tell me what this is?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) played chicken fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) broken a bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) been easily amused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) made porn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) caught a butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) laughed so hard you cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) cried so hard you laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) mooned/flashed someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) had someone moon/flash you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) cheated on a test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) forgotten someone's name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) slept naked (Standard procedure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) French braided someones hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(X) gone skinny dippin in a pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) been kicked out of your house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( ) cheated on a girlfriend/boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112127979586458174?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112127979586458174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112127979586458174' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112127979586458174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112127979586458174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/lil-more-about-me.html' title='A LIL MORE ABOUT ME'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112114186683550767</id><published>2005-07-11T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T10:23:08.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS BUT NO THANKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is one of those angry blog entries that i hate to do. i just feel like people don't want to hear me bitch all the time but this is one of those occassions that i just have to. today was any ole monday at work. i was tired and had alot of work to do. by then end of the day all i could think about was going home and relaxing. but my boss decides at 4:50 to hand me a piece of paper....no it was not a pink slip (thank god) but it was our merrit increase sheet for the year and in laymans terms i was getting a raise....wooohoooo! i scanned the letter for the percentage rate right away not even caring what else the letter had to say and boom there it was THE BIG 2.56%. wooohoooo immediately turned into booohoooo! would it have killed you to given me .44 more!!! apparently so! hey from what i understand the company i work for does pretty well but it seems that they dont reward us little people. i work hard and i think i deserve atleast cost of living thank you. im angry! thanks for the extra 30 bucks in my paycheck oh but actually after taxes, 401k and whatever else they take out for looks like i might end up with about $13 more every two weeks (not even a full tank of gas could i buy with that). so i just wanted to thank my employer for dicking us emplyees over. think its time to move on from the world of electronics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112114186683550767?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112114186683550767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112114186683550767' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112114186683550767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112114186683550767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/thanks-but-no-thanks.html' title='THANKS BUT NO THANKS!'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112084771259476262</id><published>2005-07-08T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T14:46:01.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TWIXSTERS...A DIFFERENT TYPE OF GENERATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am a child of the Eighties or aka a Twixster according to an article in Time Magazine a couple months ago. I am not part of the first "lost generation" nor today's lost generation;  in fact, I think I know just where we stand. We the twixsters have great childhood memories. We collected Garbage Pail Kids and Cabbage Patch Kids and My Little Ponies and Hot Wheels and He-Man action figures and thought She-Ra looked just a little bit like I would when I was a woman. Well um needless to say I did not turn out exactly like her. I remeber my bike with banana seat and of course I had the sreamers hanging from the handlebars. I remember the world was the backyard and it was all I needed. I made many pies out of dirt and berries off the tree in the front of my house. I would sing to Debbie Gibson because ya know I really did sound like her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we are the ones who sing along with Bruce Stringsteen and The Bangles perfectly and have no idea why. Most of us can recite lines from The Goonies . We flip through T.V. stations and stop at The Cosby Show, Family Ties, Punky Brewster and what you talkin' 'bout Willis? I really wish they would put Silver Spoons on Nick at Night. After school specials were only about cigarettes and step-families. I used to love to stay home sick from school and actually catch one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I wish that it was still acceptable to read Judy Blume and Beverly Cleary because then I could acutally say on my blog what my favorite books is. Friendship bracelets were ties you couldn't break and friendship pins went on shoes. I am sure most of us don't even talk to those people anymore but we thought it meant "FOR LIFE". The Sit'n'Spin always made you dizzy but never made you stop and i'll admit that if I go somewhere where a little kid has one I think man I wishI could still fit on that. Chinese Jump Ropes rocked because you coupld play so many games with them. FYI I did spot them in Target last week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But now we are in our mid 20's to early 30's and people depend on us. Many fear we will not accomplish the type of tasks our parents and grandparents did. We are the generation that is different from all others but we are far from LOST. We have different dreams and goals. We don' t get married young anymore. We want to live out our youth and then settle down. We are NOT lazy. Many of us still live with our parents or just recently moved out to an apt because who can afford a house at these prices. College took some of us more than 4 years for a batchelor degree and now that we've graduated college still no one will hire us. We face many different issues than our grandparent and parents did. They might not understand our thinking or our needs but lets show everyone that we the TWIXSTERS can make the difference in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Never forget! We are the children of the Eighties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112084771259476262?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112084771259476262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112084771259476262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112084771259476262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112084771259476262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/twixstersa-different-type-of.html' title='TWIXSTERS...A DIFFERENT TYPE OF GENERATION'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112070779404672037</id><published>2005-07-06T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:44:16.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><content type='html'>Try is out...it seems pretty accurate to me. here are my results. let me know what you score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #c2cedb; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" width="270" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: #eeeeee; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Global Personality Test Results&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stability&lt;/b&gt; (43%) moderately low which suggests you are worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orderliness&lt;/b&gt; (46%) medium which suggests you are moderately organized, hard working, and reliable while still remaining flexible, efficient, and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extraversion&lt;/b&gt; (56%) moderately high which suggests you are, at times, overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-med.html"&gt;Take Free Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&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/13171263-112070779404672037?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://similarminds.com/global-med.html' title='Personality Test'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112070779404672037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112070779404672037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112070779404672037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112070779404672037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112067306221944386</id><published>2005-07-06T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:04:22.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A BIG FLOP</title><content type='html'>This past weekend i headed up to lake geroge, ny for the fourth. it was actually the great sacandaga lake which is about a half hour from lake george but most people have never heard of it.  lulu and i went up on friday and stayed til monday with our friends from binghamton. basically we just relaxed all weekend. we went swimming, took a very long journey on the paddle boat (almost thought we were not going to make it back to shore) and tanned ourselves. well on monday we decided to head down the enormous driveway and lay out a little on the boat b4 heading back home. all the kids decided they wanted to go tubing. so lu and i decided to join them. after watching the kids tube for about an hour i thought hmmm maybe i'll give it try.  but i was terrified.  for those of you who know me and those who are just a fan of my blog im not quite the adventurous one when it come to rides or rollercoasters.  in my mind this was very similar.  but i decided im doing it!  strapped on a life jacket and got on the tube.  the boat started to pull me and i was going and loving it. which was shocking.  i was on for a couple minutes and the guy stopped the boat.  i gave the ok that i was fine and the thumbs up which meant go faster.  next thing i knew the boat took off.  i was holding on for dear life. it thought holy crap and i can't take my hand off the tube to tell him to go slower or i might flip.  i assume the boat decided to take a turn.  which for me meant some hell of alot of wake for me to go over.  i thought oh my god here it comes...the end of my life.  next thing i know is the tube was not underneath me....i flew one way and it went the other.  lulu said it looked like i was a star fish hanging in the air. i smacked the water and all i felt was pain. but i could feel all parts of my body so i knew i was still alive.  the boat came back and got me and everyone was like damn are you ok?? i was... but alittle taken back as to what the hell just happened.  somehow i flipped, flew up in the air and lost total control of the tube. YIKES!  as i look back at my tubing experience amongst all the bruises on my leg and arm i am more than happy i did it.  it was a great adrenaline rush and i think we all need that sometimes in our life. now i am wondering what will my next adventure will be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112067306221944386?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112067306221944386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112067306221944386' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112067306221944386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112067306221944386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/big-flop.html' title='A BIG FLOP'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112015895192384709</id><published>2005-06-30T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T16:17:50.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AN EROTIC PHYSICAL THERAPY EXPERIENCE</title><content type='html'>I started physical therapy last week for my foot that had surgery on in april. they make you do some excercises, then a massage then ice it for 15 mins. i have been working with the intern at the place which is fine with me you need to learn somewhere. well and also he is very good looking! he is prolly about 21, dark hair, about 6 foot and built but way too young for me. today i went in for my appointment and as usual did the excersises and got on the table for my massage therapy. we started talking blah blah blah and next thing i know im getting turned on by the massage. WHAT??? is this possible?? apprently it is! i just did not understand it was not the first time he had given me one. but i could tell he was doing it different today. the first couple times it was boring but today it was awfully enjoyable. and he kept asking me how does that feel......ummm it feels great!  i wanted to say stop talking and keep going!! was it bad that the whole time i was thinking i wonder how this kid is in bed. well he finished up and thanked him..hahaha! but sadly today was my little interns last day. what a good lunch break it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112015895192384709?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112015895192384709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112015895192384709' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112015895192384709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112015895192384709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/erotic-physical-therapy-experience.html' title='AN EROTIC PHYSICAL THERAPY EXPERIENCE'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-112009718510280797</id><published>2005-06-29T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T22:16:46.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday's Word of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=big+pappa&amp;amp;defid=1327644"&gt;BIG PAPPA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punk 1: Who's that big man ova dea rollin in the Lincoln, with all the fly biches roun him?&lt;br /&gt;Punk 2: That is "Big Pappa." Don't go messing wit him, he be beaten you down infront of your peeps, that man is so smart people show him respect.&lt;br /&gt;Punk 1: Shit! I be showin him who's da man up in hea.&lt;br /&gt;Punk 2: I wouldn be doin dat shit, he be makin yo dumb ass feel all stupid and shit. it aint worf it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-112009718510280797?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112009718510280797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=112009718510280797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112009718510280797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/112009718510280797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/wednesdays-word-of-week.html' title='Wednesday&apos;s Word of the Week'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111998029151405394</id><published>2005-06-28T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T13:45:42.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;When a guys says he'll call and he NEVER does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Boogers- i'm really grossed out by them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;When people drive slow and i'm in a rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;When i loose my tv remove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Annoying people at my job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Being on a diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;That woman have to shave everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;People who think they are funny and they are NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The fact that im single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111998029151405394?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111998029151405394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111998029151405394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111998029151405394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111998029151405394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/10-things-i-hate.html' title='10 Things I Hate'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111989752247388583</id><published>2005-06-27T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T14:49:24.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Girl In Aruba</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to say much in this post because I don't want to offend anyone. but what's going on down there in Aruba is crazy to me.  Natalee Holloway has been missing for a month.  there are 3 suspects being held. i strongly believe they know where she is or what happened to her.  i wish someone would just confess.  i feel like im reading a book that never ends.  do they even have any clues?  c'mon if she is dead do you think this young boys would be able to hide it so well.  i just hope for her family that something turns up so they can finally have their minds at ease.  but i want to know everyones thoughts.  do the 3 boys know what happened to her?  was it an overdose?  do they have the wrong 3 detained?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111989752247388583?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111989752247388583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111989752247388583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111989752247388583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111989752247388583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/missing-girl-in-aruba.html' title='Missing Girl In Aruba'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111955697984798122</id><published>2005-06-23T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T16:02:59.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FRUITCAKES BANNED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Canadian Air Transport Authority has banned fruitcakes from being brought onboard aircraft. The fruitcake, it seems, is impossible to xray, and while Canadian officials are not concerned about the harmful effects of the cake itself, it is feared that weapons of mass destruction may be hidden cleverly inside them." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was never a fruitcake eater myself so I guess this won't really effect me. But for those of you who enjoy a good fruit cake during the holiday season BEWARE! You can no longer take a fruit cake as a gift to your dearest relatives if you are flying. what other kinda of food can you bring that has a shelf life of 10 years? i never really understood why people ate them. there are so many other better tasting deserts out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111955697984798122?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.totallystupid.com/' title='FRUITCAKES BANNED'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111955697984798122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111955697984798122' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111955697984798122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111955697984798122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/fruitcakes-banned.html' title='FRUITCAKES BANNED'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111929159271676748</id><published>2005-06-20T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T15:19:34.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Kim and Craig</title><content type='html'>Saturday June 18th started very early for us bridesmaids.....7 am for me. how come we have to get our hair and make-up done while the boys slept in? all 7 us of us headed over to kim's to get dressed and get her dressed. the photographer came took many pics and before we knew it we were heading to the church in out party bus. 2:30 pm arrived and the music started it was my turn to walk down the aisle. i took a breathe and started to walk. aghhh i made it and i did not even trip. The Rose by Bette Midler filled the church, the doors swung open and there she was a beautiful bride.... the tears were flowing as kim's father gave her away. we could all tell craig had been practicing b/c his vows went perfect but kim slipped up on one line but i don't think many caught it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was over and we took some more pictures at Lambert Castle then onto the reception at &lt;a href="http://www.thevenetiancatering.com/"&gt;The Venetian&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING is the only word i can use to describe the reception.  the cocktail hour was overwhelming from shrimp to filet mignon to a mashed potato bar and much much more. ahh and the ice block shots.  i was a lil disappointed that no one put their mouth on the ice to catch the shot. after stuffin ourselves at the cocktail we moved to the party! we were all announced and in came the new mr and mrs. their wedding song was Beautiful in My Eyes and then we, the bridal party, joined in for the first dance. food was being served, drinks were being poured and many of us were tearin up the dance floor. the dj played good music and kept the vibe up the entire night. when it was time to cut the cake kim didn't smash it in craig's face....was she trying to be a good bride already? we were all still dancing taking that ocassional cigarette and booze break . oh and gina when did u learn how to dance hip hop so well??? LOL&lt;br /&gt;and damn craig how come you can't do a split like your brother jeff? also i might add there seemed to be alot of raging hormones there that night.  next up desert.....cotton candy, pop corn, all sorts of cakes, a chocolate fountain (umm did anyone dip anything besides what they had out??), and many other things for those of u who have a sweet tooth. the night winded down and back to the hotel bar we headed to keep the partying going. from what i hear everyone had a fantastic time and would like to do it over again. kim do u think ur dad would pay again?? just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the new married couple: I love you both very much and i am so happy that you found each other. I had a blast saturday night and wa honored to be in your wedding! Can't wait to see the video!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111929159271676748?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111929159271676748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111929159271676748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111929159271676748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111929159271676748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/congrats-kim-and-craig.html' title='Congrats Kim and Craig'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111928813162137150</id><published>2005-06-20T13:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T15:29:11.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pic # 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/264/6049/320/kims%20wedding%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/264/6049/400/kims%20wedding%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIA-Danielle where were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111928813162137150?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111928813162137150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111928813162137150' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111928813162137150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111928813162137150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/pic-2.html' title='pic # 2'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111928816042783818</id><published>2005-06-20T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T13:50:35.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of Kim and Craig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/264/6049/320/KIMS%20WEDDING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/264/6049/400/KIMS%20WEDDING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111928816042783818?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111928816042783818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111928816042783818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111928816042783818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111928816042783818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/picture-of-kim-and-craig.html' title='Picture of Kim and Craig'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111893711937246746</id><published>2005-06-16T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T11:57:19.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Block</title><content type='html'>i have some serious blogger block the past couple days. i just think that i have too much going on. 2 jobs and kim's wedding this weekend. we have the rehearsal dinner tonight and the wedding on saturday. oh and best of all i have a half day today and off tomorrow. i need to rest up b4 the long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just sitting here at work watching the minutes tick away. damn why is it not 1 yet?? and i bet when i leave and have some running around to do the time will just fly. why does this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well heres a funny email i just received. hope this entertains you all for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZINGLY SIMPLE HOME REMEDIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you are choking on an ice cube, don't panic. Simply pour a cup of boiling water down your throat and presto. The blockage will be almost Instantly removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Avoid arguments with the Mrs. about lifting the toilet seat by simply using the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock, will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button. (I should try this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives, then you will be afraid to cough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111893711937246746?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111893711937246746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111893711937246746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111893711937246746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111893711937246746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/blogger-block.html' title='Blogger Block'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111876373063479607</id><published>2005-06-14T11:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T12:59:14.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGGING FUN OR HARMFUL?</title><content type='html'>i starting blogging on blogspot about two weeks ago.  i have been having alot of fun with setting up my blog and posting.  yesterday i was at work doing my usual reading through some other peoples blogs on blog spot.  i was casually hitting next blog, next blog and so on. until my mouse started going crazy. what the hell was going on?  i could not even close out of anything or continue my search. all of sudden my word pad popped up and someone was typing call ext blah blah blah.  what the hell was going on?  well it ends up that thanks to a fellow blogger on blogspot you somehow from your blog sent my computer 15 VIRUSES!! so yup snagged at work on the internet. the MIS department was right ontop of that. they got an alert that said my computer was infected from a site i was just on .  so why doesn't blogspot try to do something about these blogs that are infesting peoples computers.  i think its time they do, its not a great reputation to have knowing that when people are searching the blogs on your site they have a chance of getting infected.  so to my fellow bloggers out there BEWARE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111876373063479607?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111876373063479607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111876373063479607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111876373063479607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111876373063479607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/blogging-fun-or-harmful_14.html' title='BLOGGING FUN OR HARMFUL?'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111870957066387364</id><published>2005-06-13T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T20:39:30.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday night in Nyack, NY</title><content type='html'>like almost every weekend i found myself in nyack, ny. for those of you who don't live in the nj/ny area its little town with many bars, shops and more bars. we started the night, ok it was 6:30, at OD's... had some drinks and food headed back to nik and lu's apt. after singing some keoreoke on ps2 we headed back to main street. we eneded up at Olive's. there is something quite different about this place. you encounter so many different people. for example the bartender whom i will call axl looks like he should be part of guns and roses because of the long hair that i so did not know was even a style anymore. he had on a tight cut off waffle shirt with holy jeans but the holes seemed strategically placed. through the hole you could see his boxer briefs which drew me to check out the package. do ya think he does this on purpose??? the night went on me playing 11 ball..smoo and lu playing pool (lu's cleavage of course hanging out) and gina, liz and nik getty shitty with axl. another example of the many walks of life you encounter there were these 2 biker dudes who starting head banging in the middle of the bar. i think they thought they were at a mega death concert. for such a different place though we had a good time. sometimes you need to switch it up. ahh and lets not forget the jamacian beef patties you all downed after the night of drinking and a congrats to smoo who had her first beef patty ever! lemme know how your stomachs felt after that!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111870957066387364?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111870957066387364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111870957066387364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111870957066387364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111870957066387364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/saturday-night-in-nyack-ny.html' title='Saturday night in Nyack, NY'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111842192190147032</id><published>2005-06-10T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:13:06.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV MOVIE AWARDS</title><content type='html'>like i have previously stated, "U go Napoleon Dynamite"! Jon Heder aka napoleon dynamite brought home 3 awards at the MTV movie awards last night. i would have never thought that a dork in big glasses and moon boots could bring home an award let alone three! now my question is... will there be a Napoleon Dynamite 2??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next topic....BEST KISS.....u go Ryan Gosling. that was one of the best onstage kisses i've ever seen before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally lets discuss The Lifetime Achievement Award. this award was given to Tom Cruise (who does deserve it) and who better to present it to him than his new girl Katie Holmes. whats everyone's opinion on this? yea we all loved watching him in Top Gun, Jerry Maguire and Eyes Wide Shut but isn't he a little old (43) for the little innocent Joey oh i mean Katie (26). i will say though he is a DILF but that means once or maybe twice and thanks... none of this long term relationship material. so is this all for some publicity??? will it actually last???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111842192190147032?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.mtv.com/' title='MTV MOVIE AWARDS'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111842192190147032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111842192190147032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111842192190147032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111842192190147032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/mtv-movie-awards.html' title='MTV MOVIE AWARDS'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111834164397826838</id><published>2005-06-09T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T14:37:19.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Im having a bad day</title><content type='html'>Went to bed on the wrong side of the bed and still was on it this morning when i woke up. forgot to set my alarm last night prolly cause i was to busy thinking about how hot it was in my room. so i woke up a few minutes late. then it was time to answer that awful question of what should i wear today?? for the most part i usually never have this problem. today of course was a different story. i tore my closet apart.... nothing fit, things were wrinkled, found pants but no shirt to match....AGHHH!!! i was sitting there thinking i should just call out sick today but i went in. yup 20 minutes late...oops! lunch time came and i was still in no mood. i actually went and and ate at the diner by myself....Is this considered a right of passage??? mmmm in my book it was.  im only hoping it gets better from here.  though i am dreading going home tonight to that huge mess i made this morning...uggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On days like today i wish i could be relaxing somewhere on an island all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6136/320/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6136/320/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111834164397826838?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111834164397826838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111834164397826838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111834164397826838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111834164397826838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-having-bad-day.html' title='Im having a bad day'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111824657350122230</id><published>2005-06-08T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:46:33.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumper Stickers</title><content type='html'>I was on my way to work this morning. Driving on 287N basically half asleep when out of the corner of my eye i saw somethin on this person's car.  i switched lanes to read the bumpe sticker that had caught my eye.  it said "I MASTERBATE".  i chuckled and was like who would put that smack on the back of their trunk...not to mention the car was not a junker.  i decided to get a closer look at the driver. it must be a young 17 yr old who just got his license thinking that the sticker would help him pick up chicks...i mean thats not a turn and all guys/girls do it but being young you are niave and will try anything.  i switched lanes and pulled up next to the camry. OMG is was an OLD DUDE!!! YUCK!!! that made it even worse.  i don't know if your like me but i get mental pictures really easily and sure enough this morning i had one.  my only hope is that the poor guy was in a store shopping, car was parked in a lot and someone stuck it to his car as a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some funny bumpers stickers you may see on the road that will not ruin the rest of your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I die I want them to bury me upside down so the world can kiss my ass.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GO TO HELL.....say hi to my friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good girls are bad girls who never get caught.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gee I'd like to care but I don't haver that gene.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If it has tires or testicles its gonna give you trouble.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never miss a good chance to shut up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hummers are for dicks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Duct tape will not save you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your trailerpark called. Their trash is missing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't fuck with Jersey Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111824657350122230?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111824657350122230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111824657350122230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111824657350122230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111824657350122230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/bumper-stickers.html' title='Bumper Stickers'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111816573276114076</id><published>2005-06-07T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T13:35:32.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6136/320/bachlorette%20party.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6136/320/bachlorette%20party.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRLS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111816573276114076?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111816573276114076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111816573276114076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111816573276114076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111816573276114076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/girls.html' title=''/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111808394073921236</id><published>2005-06-06T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T00:07:28.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim's Last Night of Freedom</title><content type='html'>The party began at 5:30 pm in Rutherford at Kim's house with 11 very eager girls ready to party it up before Kim gets hitched in 2 weeks. We all sat there talking, eating and drinking and before you knew it the stretch Escalade was waiting for us . Yes we love to party and we know how to do it in style. Through the lincoln tunnel and into NYC we went with the alcohol flowing (lets discuss the fact that the frozen pineapple chunks had been fermenting in vodka since march....thats a lil scary). and lets not foget that we all love kim for one reason....she is crazy. like the &lt;em&gt;normal&lt;/em&gt; people that we are, we were all hanging out the windows of the escalade waving and blowing kisses to the onlookers of other cars. for the most part we tried to keep it clean but kim decided to take it to the extreme. there was a dad in a jeep wrangler with his son and kim has her head out the window sucking and licking her penis straw. the dad you could tell was all excited but trying not to let his son see that he was flirting with us. but eventually the poor lil 12 year old realized what was going on and now because of us his daddy may have to do the ever so much hated "sex talk" with his son a couple years earlier than he had planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st stop &lt;a href="http://www.birdiesbp.com"&gt;Birdies Bachelorette Party&lt;/a&gt; which is a show that the &lt;a href="http://www.nerveana.com/cultureclubnyc.html"&gt;Culture Club &lt;/a&gt;has for the lucky bachlorette. when you walked in you were greeted by a gay guy then some more gay/bi-sexual men and woman. my first thought was..." i thought there would be HUNKS" but they were no where to be found and wouldn't a bachelorette want straight men to be touching her. now what i'm not sure was were they really gay or was this acting?? the 80's music was pumping and we were dancing. throughout the show they did lil skits like sex kereoke and sex education. at one point there was this crazy lil lady who stuck a vibrator on my azz.....HELLO please don't ever do that again. and we can't forget our oh so "SHY" friend kim who had a little bit of stage frieght and did not want to get down and dirty with the so called hunks but its ok we love her anyway. The show ended and we were more than ready to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was back in the limo for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd stop &lt;a href="http://www.suttonplacenyc.com/about.html"&gt;Sutton Place&lt;/a&gt; This is a place where anyone could have a good time. we started our own lil dance party on the 2nd floor and could care less who was around us. we tried to head up to the roof but it was way too packed and right away turned around. ahh and who could forget dana dancing by herself, gina falling down the steps (i wonder if she remembers?), racheal almost puking or carlene loosing her cell phone only to find it in the limo later on. hmmm i wonder if the waitress on the 1st floor is still holding that amstel light i ordered for you kim??? after about 2 hours we decided to head home. but wait where is kristen and dana...lost in manhattan??? nope 15 minutes later they come back after eating some pizza with NYC firefighters. you go girls...did you get their digits???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now back through the tunnel and heading home but first had to make a pit stop in hoboken to drop kara off and use the bathroom. on one the streets of hoboken we seemed to pick up some guys who wanted to join us for the rest of night. not too cute so they had to go and so did we. the night would not be complete with atleast one ecounter with the cops. yes we got pulled over for haggling little boys on the street. opps! with danielle and gina passed out and a few others who had had way too many i guess we can say the night was complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim-Hope you had a great time and i love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you all in 2 weeks at the wedding!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111808394073921236?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111808394073921236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111808394073921236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111808394073921236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111808394073921236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/kims-last-night-of-freedom.html' title='Kim&apos;s Last Night of Freedom'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111782056290731647</id><published>2005-06-03T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T23:52:52.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TEMPS AT THE WORK PLACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i was a temp for a couple years while in college and started my current job as a temp before getting hired full time. so maybe i shouldn't talk and yes more than half the temps i have met are great people but the other half SCARE me. i have encountered soo many FREAKS by working here. i don't get it. where do they find these people?? am i wondering if when you sign up at certain temp agencies is there a check off list that might look like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CHECK OFF WHAT APPLIES TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do you not speak english?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Will you hit on the person training you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Will you constantly annoy people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do you have ADD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do you have nasty bathroom habits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Are you male, female or SHIM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Will you listen to cultural music at your desk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Will you bud into your neighbors business?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have you ever been convicted of a crime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do you feel the need to spread you business around the office?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you have answered YES to atleast one question then i can almost guarantee that you will no longer be unemployed and broke. You will be hired even though you have no skills to get the job done.&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/13171263-111782056290731647?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111782056290731647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111782056290731647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111782056290731647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111782056290731647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/temps-at-work-place.html' title='TEMPS AT THE WORK PLACE'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111772093232620926</id><published>2005-06-02T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T10:05:24.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6136/320/CAKE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6136/320/CAKE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;HAPPY 25TH BIRTHDAY CHRISTINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111772093232620926?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111772093232620926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111772093232620926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111772093232620926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111772093232620926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-25th-birthday-christine.html' title=''/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111764702878653449</id><published>2005-06-01T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T13:46:38.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE MY NEW YORK JETS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I figured its time to talk a little bit more about myself..i am a huge JET fan. as you can see below Curtis Martin is my favorite JET player. My brther played football in high school and college and i was forced to watch him. but after awhile i grew to love the game and the hot guys! my college roommate nicole was a jet fan so i'd always watch the games with her. nine years later i am a loyal fan. i watch all the games and try to attend atleast one but tickets are hard to come by. i'm on the waiting list for season tickets but its something like 25 yrs...which SUCKS if i might add!! also i am very sad about the west side stadium. i know it would be their own and no more sharing with the giants but when u only live 20 minutes from rutherford you want em to stay local. once football season starts im sure you'll be reading alot more about my NEW YORK JETS on my blog.... so all you fans out there keep checking in from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6136/320/c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6136/320/c3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Curtis Martin.....my favorite jets player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111764702878653449?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111764702878653449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111764702878653449' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111764702878653449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111764702878653449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/06/love-my-new-york-jets.html' title='LOVE MY NEW YORK JETS!'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111732415079128056</id><published>2005-05-28T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T20:00:38.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribulations of shopping for a car</title><content type='html'>today i found myself at yet another car dealership. 3 weeks and still no new car. i can't help but think what is the problem, is it b/c im a chick walking into the dealership by myself. when you get there you are approached by 10 salesman all willing to help but not really helping at all. all they do is try to scam you left and right. i know how much i can spend but they are trying to sell you something out of your price range. so after about an hour of getting harrassed you finally walk out very disappointed. then the next day or week they call you to find out if you are ready to seal the deal. ummm....did you not realize that i walked out of there???? so my question is to all you car salesman out there...is there a training class when you first start in the business on how to scam people???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111732415079128056?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111732415079128056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111732415079128056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111732415079128056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111732415079128056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/tribulations-of-shopping-for-car.html' title='Tribulations of shopping for a car'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111720905776863761</id><published>2005-05-27T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T11:50:57.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Napoleon Dynamite</title><content type='html'>One of the stupidest movies I have ever seen BUT i could not stop laughing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1553028/"&gt;Randy&lt;/a&gt;: Napoleon, give me some of your tots. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1417647/"&gt;Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/a&gt;: No, go find your own. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1553028/"&gt;Randy&lt;/a&gt;: Come on, give me some of your tots. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1417647/"&gt;Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/a&gt;: No, I'm freakin' starving! I didn't get to eat anything today. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1553028/"&gt;Randy&lt;/a&gt;: [kicks the tots] &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1417647/"&gt;Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/a&gt;: Ugh! Gross! Freakin' idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1417647/"&gt;Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/a&gt;: [while hitch-hiking] Are you guys like Pedro's cousins with all the sweet hook-ups?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0340973/"&gt;Uncle Rico&lt;/a&gt;: I wish you wouldn't look at me like that, Napoleon. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1417647/"&gt;Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/a&gt;: I wish you'd get out of my life and shut up! &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0340973/"&gt;Uncle Rico&lt;/a&gt;: I'm gonna tell you somethin' right now. While you're out there playing patty cake with your friend Pedro, your Uncle Rico is makin' 120 bucks. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1417647/"&gt;Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/a&gt;: I could make that much money in five seconds! &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1088052/"&gt;Kip&lt;/a&gt;: Geez. Yeah right, Napoleon. I made, like, 75 bucks today. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0340973/"&gt;Uncle Rico&lt;/a&gt;: Napoleon, it's looks like you don't have a job. So why don't you get out there and feed Tina. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1417647/"&gt;Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/a&gt;: Why don't you go eat a decroded piece of crap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111720905776863761?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111720905776863761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111720905776863761' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111720905776863761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111720905776863761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/napoleon-dynamite.html' title='Napoleon Dynamite'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111716894319083177</id><published>2005-05-27T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T10:45:13.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes summer is here....it's friday and memorial day weekend starts officially at 5pm when i get outta work. so yes i am a jersey girl but no heading down the shore for me this weekend. reason's why......................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.umm i wore a sweater 2 days this week...my guess is it may not be warm enough to get burned on the beach. so why go if you can't get a nice tan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. it always rains memorial day weekend...its kinda a given here in dirty jerzee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LAST AND FINAL REASON.....For every 5 guido muscle men that you will encounter you are guaranteed to see altleast one eighties chick with teased hair and a pair of tight denim washed jeans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So atleast for this weekend i will be staying far away from any exits on the parkway below 130!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND EVERYONE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111716894319083177?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111716894319083177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111716894319083177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111716894319083177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111716894319083177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/3-day-weekend.html' title='3 Day Weekend'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111713974072803667</id><published>2005-05-26T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T16:35:40.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out this blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myoshee.blogspot.com"&gt;www.myoshee.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111713974072803667?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111713974072803667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111713974072803667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111713974072803667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111713974072803667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/check-out-this-blog.html' title='Check out this blog'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13171263.post-111704612151622962</id><published>2005-05-25T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T16:03:27.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>well here goes nothing. trying to start this blog thingy because it seems like the thing to do now but not sure if I even have anything interesting to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lil about my self. my name is michele. why MOOSH you ask. not really sure. has stuck with me my all through grammer school, high school and college. then I thought..... OK.... i'm starting a career i will finally be michele &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; moosh. its now been three solid years out of college and still i find myself sitting at my job and still being called MOOSH. i wonder sometimes does that person really even know what my real name is????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am 26 years old and &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; single. i never thought being single was a bad thing but after attending 9 weddings in the past year dateless...it kinda makes ya wonder......WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13171263-111704612151622962?l=mooshblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/feeds/111704612151622962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13171263&amp;postID=111704612151622962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111704612151622962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13171263/posts/default/111704612151622962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooshblog.blogspot.com/2005/05/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>moosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15343543495031098049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
