<?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-2087813724056885376</id><updated>2011-10-29T01:49:34.274-04:00</updated><category term='therapy'/><category term='weather'/><category term='scrapbooking'/><category term='canadian'/><category term='OI'/><category term='society'/><category term='food'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='family'/><category term='internet'/><category term='men'/><category term='hcvp'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='letters'/><category term='work'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>The Year I lived off of Ramen Noodles</title><subtitle type='html'>The not so private diary of a broken woman</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-4007480677256859295</id><published>2011-01-24T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:33:42.902-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><title type='text'>New Year New Start</title><content type='html'>This week would have marked one year on this blog.&amp;nbsp; And that would have been the end mark actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do a second year, on a fresh blog.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; More food stuff, less drama.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bare bones blog ... right now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But you can jump on&lt;a href="http://ramennoodlesagain.blogspot.com/"&gt; over here for seconds. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a few posts up, nothing fancy right now, and a few scheduled for the rest of the week. Just a way to kick start things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-4007480677256859295?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4007480677256859295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4007480677256859295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4007480677256859295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-start.html' title='New Year New Start'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-8985607527531912106</id><published>2010-11-04T00:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T00:03:00.663-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><title type='text'>Okay</title><content type='html'>It's November.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I bailed on this blog I know, did not even make it a full year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But... if the gossip and drama on here gave you a giggle and had you saying "at lest my life doesn't suck like that"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; then feel free to join me on my latest creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_2067186799"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://domesticanddamned3.blogspot.com/"&gt;CLEAN YOUR SHORTS! Cocktails, Lipstick Stains and Sex in MY City.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so anonymous over there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-8985607527531912106?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8985607527531912106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/11/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8985607527531912106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8985607527531912106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/11/okay.html' title='Okay'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-3552033722576752247</id><published>2010-08-26T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T19:01:21.415-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><title type='text'>What a week</title><content type='html'>I was a Blogger of Note yesterday on my main blog for the Words of Wisdom writing group.&amp;nbsp; Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;I've started adding more poems and short stories to that blog, just trying to keep it up beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planet Mercury is in retrograde right now until the 12th of Sept. That means, communication and electronic break downs all over the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom goes in next month for eye surgery, so I know that will be taking up a big chunk of time.&amp;nbsp; I go for CTscans on my back the week after.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad.&amp;nbsp; For anyone who missed it the other day on my main blog,&amp;nbsp; he cut his fingers off.&amp;nbsp; Was drunk working with a table saw and sliced all four fingers on one hand nearly off and had to be in surgery for 6 hours.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my family is a mess.&amp;nbsp; Off to do the dishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-3552033722576752247?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3552033722576752247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3552033722576752247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3552033722576752247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-week.html' title='What a week'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-5591121385718392783</id><published>2010-08-22T23:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T23:48:00.170-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Its not worth it</title><content type='html'>I decided to finally stop the wrestling blog.&amp;nbsp; For now anyway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been reading this since the beginning, then you know that I was putting close to 20 hours a week into the blog and stressing to the point of being sick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what happened in the last few days, but I lost favour with the main company I was writing for.&amp;nbsp; And remember I was doing this out of love as a fan.&amp;nbsp; Not even getting paid for it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I had been doing this now for the last few years, and had finally ironically, gotten noticed by my favourite company TNA,&amp;nbsp; and the big competition WWE.&amp;nbsp; The official review magazines and blogs had at one point even changed their style to match mine -no puns intended- and I thought I was coasting sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I pissed the wrong person off cause, the one person who seemed to be loving my shit, trashed me.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm done for now.&amp;nbsp; Now what am I going to do with my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-5591121385718392783?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5591121385718392783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-not-worth-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5591121385718392783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5591121385718392783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-not-worth-it.html' title='Its not worth it'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-913177528497577866</id><published>2010-08-22T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T09:28:53.282-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>What is going on here?</title><content type='html'>Darius.&lt;br /&gt;Not part of my life anymore.&amp;nbsp; Emailed me twice in the last 48hours.&amp;nbsp; Simply saying he knows he did nothing wrong.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That's fairly odd timing given that Mr. S. just seemed to do a 180.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not eating, I'm not sleeping and have lost nearly 6 pounds in less then 4 days because of this.&amp;nbsp; What is this?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;This was a blog.&amp;nbsp; Simple.&amp;nbsp; Just a blog.&amp;nbsp; It's caused me more grief in the last year then I could ever have imagined.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I do not handle stress at all let alone well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone over my blog close to fifty times trying to understand what might have caused Mr. S. to go from using my topics and themes to saying what he said.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just can not figure it out.&amp;nbsp; I haven't changed tactic at all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is eating me up alive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Then Darius sends me emails out of nowhere asking why I won't talk to him.&amp;nbsp; Telling me he's done nothing wrong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone just coming into this mess at this point,&amp;nbsp; Darius and I were friends and business partners. We started a wrestling fan site together.&amp;nbsp; He left and I had another writer working with me.&amp;nbsp; That turned out to be a mistake.&amp;nbsp; About 4 months ago, Darius who had always been a big supporter of Mr.S. made a pass at me and I turned him down.&amp;nbsp; He then started to make comments about Mr.S. and trying to make me feel guilty.&amp;nbsp; Darius went from being the first one to say that Mr. S. liked me after I'd gotten the attention of the company to telling me Mr. S was too good for me and I should settle for what I could get, Darius meaning himself.&lt;br /&gt;He's always drunk, always stoned, messages me from the bar at 2am, emails me in the morning to tell me he's hungover.&amp;nbsp; I stopped having anything to do with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wrote a short story for a writers group, and said on my blog I used a piece of a comment Mr. S. had said once.&amp;nbsp; Figured he's used my stuff in the past why not eh.&amp;nbsp; One of the other wrestlers seemed to like it cause he turned the ending into a promo on the show.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was thrilled.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;That was the first night Darius emailed me after over a month of nothing.&amp;nbsp; Drunk, begging me to talk to him. Thinking I was upset over something he did on Facebook.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was upset that he disrespected me by telling me I was not good enough for anyone but him. That I was not worth being with anyone other then a drunk local guy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my reputation on the line.&amp;nbsp; The blog was really starting to take off.&amp;nbsp; I had/have the attention of the people I admire and respect. And now it's in the toilet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who came into my life in the last year because of the wrestling blog has left me nothing but fear and headaches.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if Mr. S. is suddenly upset with me. Then all this is really really for nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-913177528497577866?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/913177528497577866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-is-going-on-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/913177528497577866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/913177528497577866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-is-going-on-here.html' title='What is going on here?'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-7189343369664613939</id><published>2010-08-20T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T20:31:34.310-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>He's spooked</title><content type='html'>I don't know when it went wrong, but it did.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. S. posted something this week that makes me think he's suddenly upset with me big time. Which is possible, given how much I bitch at him.&lt;br /&gt;But this is different.&amp;nbsp; He made a comment that really hurt.&amp;nbsp; And now I do not know if he's angry, joking, or actually getting stressed.&lt;br /&gt;Mel thinks I am being egotistical in thinking it was even directed at me. Which is possible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;My sister the Goddess thinks he's just needing to take shit out on someone and I got hit in the process.&lt;br /&gt;My friend the Nurse, thinks I'm reading it wrong and that he most likely meant nothing serious from it.&lt;br /&gt;Jordan the Gay Guy, just shrugged and said that it was bound to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I feel like I was dumped or something.&amp;nbsp; We are talking about a column I have been doing for the last few years, that I have been lucky enough to have the people I write about reading and responding to.&amp;nbsp; But, this feels like a direct slap to the face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Mr. S.&amp;nbsp; and I just do not want him hating me.&amp;nbsp; His opinion matters so much to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-7189343369664613939?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7189343369664613939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/08/hes-spooked.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/7189343369664613939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/7189343369664613939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/08/hes-spooked.html' title='He&apos;s spooked'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-6666798140334416775</id><published>2010-08-11T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:34:42.645-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>A dumping of bad energy</title><content type='html'>Everything has been on an upswing the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was until about 3 hours ago.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I got an email from Mel and suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found out one of my email accounts was empty.&amp;nbsp; 3 years of notes from my spiritual studies gone, back ups of my novels gone, poetry gone, photos I had cleaned out of my computer gone,&amp;nbsp; old conversations from past boyfrinds gone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Even the folder for everything was gone and my contact list.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Only thing there was a "welcome to your email here is the start up"&amp;nbsp; email from them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have not had any headaches or sinus issues for the last 3 and a half weeks since getting a reiki session done.&amp;nbsp; I feel like my face is going to explode now. Like my jaw and left eye are pulsating. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My plans for the weekend which were to see &lt;i&gt;Eat Pray Love&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;have been rescheduled because of the main person going out of town.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It's as if the energy in his email set off a whirlwind of chaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-6666798140334416775?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6666798140334416775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/08/dumping-of-bad-energy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/6666798140334416775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/6666798140334416775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/08/dumping-of-bad-energy.html' title='A dumping of bad energy'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-6360885890172287454</id><published>2010-08-05T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T12:02:52.549-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Aug 5th 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S83Bbb9rvUI/AAAAAAAAADg/IpkMNi9yzbg/s1600/meezBodyshot300x400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S83Bbb9rvUI/AAAAAAAAADg/IpkMNi9yzbg/s200/meezBodyshot300x400.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was trying to keep it separate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, things have gotten too much, the wrong people have been reading me and I can no longer be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I created this blog.&amp;nbsp; Anonymous.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was at first.&amp;nbsp; Then I got comfortable and opened up more then I had planned.&amp;nbsp; Soon, things got blended again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my Facebook and Twitter.&amp;nbsp; I had the old accounts and when I created this blog, I created new ones for my blog buddies.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;People started to wonder what happened to me. Why I stopped using them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Some I had to tell about the new accounts, some I have not.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard so many people, mostly women,&amp;nbsp; say on the blogging communities that they regret having given out blog/facebook/myspace/twitter urls to certain people.&amp;nbsp; I know how they feel.&amp;nbsp; I thought I had dealt with everything I needed to deal with&amp;nbsp; but sadly it seems today I have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer know what I am doing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I no longer know where my head is at or my heart for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion, Chaos and Cookies (I needed another "C" word) seems to be the order of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-6360885890172287454?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6360885890172287454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/08/aug-5th-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/6360885890172287454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/6360885890172287454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/08/aug-5th-2010.html' title='Aug 5th 2010'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S83Bbb9rvUI/AAAAAAAAADg/IpkMNi9yzbg/s72-c/meezBodyshot300x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-8654588993559751879</id><published>2010-08-04T07:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T07:26:09.897-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>I think I need to leave for a while</title><content type='html'>I've just finished 2 of the book reviews that were pressing down on me, and an interview with one author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's boyfriend has indeed proposed to her. And since he's in the middle of his divorce from his first wife, it's going to be at lest a year but it's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor thinks I have a few fractures in my lower back and hips.&amp;nbsp; I'm going for x-rays today to find out more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad called out of nowhere yesterday saying he's got cancer and it's really bad.&amp;nbsp; This is a man who I haven't heard from in 10 years and who spent the first 26 years of my life telling me why he wished I was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. S.&amp;nbsp; is dating someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-8654588993559751879?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8654588993559751879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-think-i-need-to-leave-for-while.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8654588993559751879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8654588993559751879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-think-i-need-to-leave-for-while.html' title='I think I need to leave for a while'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-8486117120974444863</id><published>2010-07-21T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T08:41:45.334-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Wednesday  July 21</title><content type='html'>Doorbell rang, woke me up.&amp;nbsp; Another book for review arrived by FedX&lt;br /&gt;I'm already 2 weeks behind and have 3 other books sitting here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to anyone's blog in about three weeks to visit, and I need to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a short story on my Domestic and Damned blog, for Mr. S.&amp;nbsp; a piece of it was used on the show by one of the other wrestlers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was so excited I can not tell you.&amp;nbsp; It's not just Mr. S. anymore who likes my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I checked my emails this morning,&amp;nbsp; there was a request from another writer asking to freelance on my vampire themed blog.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I checked out their stuff but I said no,&amp;nbsp; I am not looking to share any of my blogs with anyone again.&amp;nbsp; Just wondering how my blog got listed for a freelancer anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to cap off everything.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Men.&lt;br /&gt;I was asked out on the weekend by a new guy. Another single dad.&amp;nbsp; I said yes to coffee, but he canceled last minute Saturday night.&amp;nbsp; I'm not really surprised or upset for that matter.&amp;nbsp; He just was not my style.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Darius.&amp;nbsp; Darius whom I have not spoken to in a month because of his tantrum over Mr. S.&amp;nbsp; he emailed me Thursday night out of the blue acting as if nothing was different.&amp;nbsp; That seems to be his pattern.&amp;nbsp; I did not reply to him.&amp;nbsp; He emailed me again on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; I did not reply to him.&amp;nbsp; Then last night he emailed me saying he was talking to my mother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?&amp;nbsp; My mother?&amp;nbsp; Because I would not return an email. So I replied telling him off.&amp;nbsp; Within a few minutes he sent another email begging me not to shut him out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I was on chatting with Mel when all this happened, and Mel could not believe it either.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And this is a guy I was only friends with.&amp;nbsp; If he acts like this with me, then no wonder his girlfriend dumped him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee is ready going to have a very large cup and try to wake up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-8486117120974444863?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8486117120974444863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/07/wednesday-july-21.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8486117120974444863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8486117120974444863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/07/wednesday-july-21.html' title='Wednesday  July 21'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-8555158212857506216</id><published>2010-07-12T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:35:52.099-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Johnny Depp needs to break away from Tim Burton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TDsYKv21AlI/AAAAAAAAAVk/NUF6cT9pDhU/s1600/Poster_2_POST.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TDsYKv21AlI/AAAAAAAAAVk/NUF6cT9pDhU/s320/Poster_2_POST.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I saw Alice in Wonderland the other night, and um yeah what was he thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the 3rd film in a row that Depp and Burton have done that have been crap just crap.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;(Willy Wanka and Sweeney Todd being the other two. Actually make it 4 total as Corpse Bride sucked too.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it's not Tim Burton he needs to run from but Burton's wife&amp;nbsp; Helena Bonham Carter? )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been really looking forward to this as I am a major Depp fan, then again who isn't right,&amp;nbsp; right,&amp;nbsp; but this just sucked goat backwards it really did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read two different versions of the story,&amp;nbsp; the "kid's"&amp;nbsp; version and the real one.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And if you have not read the real version then you are needing to, cause it's not really for kids.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a few other film companies do their versions of AIW in the last year and a half trying to beat this one, and they were much better.&amp;nbsp; This was just such a let down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-8555158212857506216?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8555158212857506216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/07/johnny-depp-needs-to-break-away-from.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8555158212857506216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8555158212857506216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/07/johnny-depp-needs-to-break-away-from.html' title='Johnny Depp needs to break away from Tim Burton'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TDsYKv21AlI/AAAAAAAAAVk/NUF6cT9pDhU/s72-c/Poster_2_POST.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-6620364008624651722</id><published>2010-07-08T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:15:30.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><title type='text'>Thursday July 8th 2010</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;My sister's boyfriend had his surgery for the gullstones.&amp;nbsp; He was feeling really good Tuesday night afterwards,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but is paying for it now.&amp;nbsp; As of last night, he could not move the pain is too much.&amp;nbsp; Not sure if my sister the Goddess has gone to work today or not, and to top it all off, they have the kids this weekend.&amp;nbsp; My sister has taken her role as step-mom with courage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've hit a heatwave.&amp;nbsp; Nearly +40 degrees Celsius here for the last week.&amp;nbsp; I'm not good with heat at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-6620364008624651722?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6620364008624651722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/07/thursday-july-8th-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/6620364008624651722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/6620364008624651722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/07/thursday-july-8th-2010.html' title='Thursday July 8th 2010'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-7110219853985654142</id><published>2010-07-03T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T19:37:12.945-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Nerd by Numbers continued</title><content type='html'>I replied to the Cliched Nerd's email and it was a big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So are there any dungeons around here?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is what the Cliched Nerd from the dating site asked me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I told him I wasn't into that he was asking the wrong girl.&amp;nbsp; Cliched Nerd did not believe me, and thought I was being "cute"&amp;nbsp; and went into a launch about how all goth girls are into&amp;nbsp; bondage and S/M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Um&amp;nbsp; what makes you think that?&amp;nbsp; And where on earth did you get the idea I am a goth girl? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You like vampires.&amp;nbsp; All goths are into the extreme."&amp;nbsp; he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not reply back.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yes I like vampires,&amp;nbsp; no I do not like goth or extreme sex.&amp;nbsp; It's not my style at all.&amp;nbsp; And I find it so damned typical of guys lately.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Just because I like vampire movies does not make me a goth or anything else for that matter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another unsuitable suitor bites the dust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-7110219853985654142?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7110219853985654142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/07/nerd-by-numbers-continued.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/7110219853985654142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/7110219853985654142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/07/nerd-by-numbers-continued.html' title='Nerd by Numbers continued'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-3159128616420475054</id><published>2010-07-02T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T22:08:57.506-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Nerd by Numbers</title><content type='html'>Everyone has a totally geeky side to them.&amp;nbsp; Things I find rocking will be of laughter to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I got asked out by a guy who looks like he jumped right out of a bad ad copy for Geeky Frat Boys or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I love nerdy men.&amp;nbsp; But this guy is too much of a cliche.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Mel thinks I should go out with this guy anyways, even though I'm not interested.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Part I think because I talked him into dating a girl who had a thing for him that he was iffy on.&amp;nbsp; Part I think to get my mind off of Mr. S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been on a date in a year so I might... just for a reason to get out of the house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But that would make me a hypocrite if I dated someone I didn't like just for something to do while I waited around for Mr. Right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-3159128616420475054?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3159128616420475054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/07/nerd-by-numbers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3159128616420475054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3159128616420475054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/07/nerd-by-numbers.html' title='Nerd by Numbers'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-300736481656062333</id><published>2010-07-01T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:54:26.711-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Where did the week go .... Again?</title><content type='html'>I spent the day shopping with mom, which is torture for me.&amp;nbsp; I hate shopping with other people and shopping with mom is like the slowest form of death there is for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister the Goddess's boyfriend has to go in for surgery after the long weekend; which starts today here in Canada as it's Canada Day (July 1st) He's been having horrible gallstone attacks for the last two months.&amp;nbsp; The doctor has put him on Morphine and it's done nothing to help the pain.&amp;nbsp; He's been in the emergency twice this week alone.&amp;nbsp; Gotten so bad HIS mother has come to stay with them, and she lives in another province.&amp;nbsp; What a way for my sister to meet his mother Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darius... no longer a friend of mine.&amp;nbsp; After not hearing from him last week, which I did not think anything of at all as he goes hours between texting; I saw that he removed himself from my friends list on Facebook.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No one is really crushed over it either I must say.&amp;nbsp; If he's going to react that way then who the hell needs him.&amp;nbsp; Sometime in the last 6 months Darius let his true self come through, and it just was not a nice one.&amp;nbsp; He himself would sit there telling me he needed to stop drinking.&amp;nbsp; When I would say then "Do not go to the bar. Do not buy that case of beer."&amp;nbsp; he would tell me to save my breath.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, consider my breath saved.&amp;nbsp; He even said to me the night of the wrestling that I was not "Good enough&amp;nbsp; for Mr. S."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; big turn around considering he was the one just last summer cheering on Mr. S. like he was the greatest thing since sliced bread.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TCwfThP7mGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/B4QwFuWtsyc/s1600/meezBodyshot300x400-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TCwfThP7mGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/B4QwFuWtsyc/s320/meezBodyshot300x400-2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. S.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What can I say about him other then "ooppps he did it again"&amp;nbsp; Two days after I posted on this blog last week, Mr. S. posted on his blog for the week, and he once again pulled something right out of my blog.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Damn it feels good.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had talked about how Mr. S. had sparked something for my novel, breaking me out of a long writer's block, talking about the scene I wrote and having to do with cereal.&amp;nbsp; Mr. S.&amp;nbsp; ran with that for the whole post.&amp;nbsp; Just yammered on about cereal.&lt;br /&gt;I've made a few posts this week that are directed to Mr. S.&amp;nbsp; So we'll see if he replies in his post tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise,&amp;nbsp; it's been a slow week with me trying to catch up with the book reviews.&amp;nbsp; I got another stack of books from a new publishing company last week, and another company (I think that makes 6 now?)&amp;nbsp; just asked me yesterday if I would start reviewing a new series of theirs that is being released next month.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That's 7 books I have to review before the end of Aug.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-300736481656062333?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/300736481656062333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-did-week-go-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/300736481656062333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/300736481656062333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-did-week-go-again.html' title='Where did the week go .... Again?'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TCwfThP7mGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/B4QwFuWtsyc/s72-c/meezBodyshot300x400-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-3223029675256491873</id><published>2010-06-22T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:51:45.561-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Where did the week go?</title><content type='html'>My sister the Goddess has gone out and bought herself a ring.&amp;nbsp; It's gold with stones lining it.&amp;nbsp; She's wearing it on her left hand ring finger. &amp;nbsp; Someone asked her about it the other day when we were leaving mom's apartment, one of mom's neighbours, and my sister simply said "If I had to wait for him to buy it I would be waiting forever. Not that he wouldn't just he can't" &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It looks too much like a wedding ring.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her boyfriend is still legally married and the divorce is looking like it will be dragging on for a very long time to come, as his ex (can I call her ex if the divorce is not final?) is putting up a massive fight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The more I get to know this guy, the less like a bad guy he seems; and my sister is really happy for the first time in her life.&lt;br /&gt;But you know what I really hate about the whole thing, and it's a selfish thing; my sister is 8 years younger then me and she's got the solid relationship, the fabulous apartment, the great career and the wicked group of friends.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; YOUNGER then me.&amp;nbsp; And here I am still struggling. Still single, still living in the same shabby run down apartment that was my first apartment.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a texted last night from Darius, whom I haven't really heard from since the week of the wrestling.&amp;nbsp; The texted simply said&amp;nbsp; "U still alive?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I messaged back saying I was and he texted back asking what I've been up to.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My answer was busy with stuff and pissing off Mr. S.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Darius never bothered to message me back.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don't know when the shift happened, but Darius who used to be the one always saying that Mr. S likes me,&amp;nbsp; has become very snappy and even angry towards Mr. S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel says Darius is jealous.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Mel, he and I were talking about a bunch of things and I jokingly said "maybe Mr. S is shy." Mel quickly jumped in saying that he knows Mr. S is shy, that it's obvious&amp;nbsp; when he does interviews.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have never thought of Mr. S as shy before, but going back over old interviews from the last two years, I can see it now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pissing off Mr. S part, well, my last post I talked about a blog post Mr. S had done that was as if it was a continuation of one of mine.&amp;nbsp; I did a long blog post on my Domestic and Damned blog few days ago talking about that whole issue, then took a slice of his post from a few weeks back and did my own spin on it as part of a short story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what kind of reaction I will get out of him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-3223029675256491873?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3223029675256491873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-did-week-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3223029675256491873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3223029675256491873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-did-week-go.html' title='Where did the week go?'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-9179584096905906519</id><published>2010-06-17T13:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T13:19:29.561-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>I hurt my ribs</title><content type='html'>I have been laughing like a lunatic for the last half hour.   Mr. S. just posted for the first time in over two weeks on the official blog.   And I am laughing about it why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just over 2 weeks ago I posted on my Domestic and Damned blog about my personal sense of fashion. Or lack of it depending on your take on things.&lt;br /&gt;That would end up being right before Mr. S.  ended up having some time off.   Today, the blog post Mr. S. did was all about his choice in fashion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the phone with my mother when reading it and started to cackle like something out of a wicked witch story for a good ten minutes.   The more mom wanted to know what was so funny and me try to read the posts to her, the more I started to laugh.  Which is good as I haven't laughed this much in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it was as if Mr. S. had just picked up in the middle of one of my sentences and ran with it for over a page.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that part of it was a dig at something I said,  and you know what, that's fine. I love it!  It just proves he's still reading me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my mother still tells me I'm crazy.  She can't seem to understand why Mr. S. would "waste his time reading something you would write. Nothing you care about is of any interest to anyone else."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy anyone who's mom actually likes them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-9179584096905906519?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/9179584096905906519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hurt-my-ribs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/9179584096905906519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/9179584096905906519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hurt-my-ribs.html' title='I hurt my ribs'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-536258296394105794</id><published>2010-06-14T19:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T19:58:39.657-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><title type='text'>EEEEEKKKK!!!</title><content type='html'>There seems to be something wrong with the last post.    I had it on timer but it's been disappearing and reappearing.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to anyone who might be getting things by email&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-536258296394105794?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/536258296394105794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/eeeeekkkk.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/536258296394105794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/536258296394105794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/eeeeekkkk.html' title='EEEEEKKKK!!!'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-6722620219552901373</id><published>2010-06-14T19:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T19:57:22.933-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Get over yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/02/omg-designer.html"&gt;Remember  Jordan the Gay Guy  &lt;/a&gt;I bumped into him again.   I was out of coffee,   so I hobbled down to the Tim Hortons at the end of the street.  And  there he was, sitting at a table right in the corner of the window with  his little "pack" of  groupies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god! You look tres tres  tired. It's so chic very you."   JTGG said in his girly squeal.  I think  I managed a smile. It was meant as a smile, but I confess it might have  come off as a snear.  There was a time JTGG was one of the closet  people in my life, but since he got in with his new group of friends,  he's become one of the fakest people around.  "Look at you, where have  you been hiding? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have I been hiding? I hadn't realized I  had been. I got my large double double and turned knowing I would be  stuck chatting.  I didn't like the way his friend was looking at me.   Female friend. For as short as JTGG is, this girl was the opposite. She  must have been close to 5'11 and as skinny as a toothpick.  Her clothes   were hanging off her.  She gave me the creeps.  Let me just say, that  as much as Sex and the City has been a craze here fashion wise,  so has  Twilight.  We have a few guys running around town who could be stand ins  for the actor who plays Edward in those movies, as well as half the  teenaged female population copying the Bella Swan look.  She was a  Bella-Wannabe down to the speech pattern. I wish I had gotten photos I  really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted about my novel for a moment, as I waited  for him to mention his "designing" which was all he talked about last  time.  He said nothing, so I asked.  He rolled his eyes and laughed  saying that he had been stoned that last day when he talked to me.    There's a shocker for ya.  But that he was still into it.  Then started  going on about having seen the movie &lt;i&gt;September Issue  &lt;/i&gt;the  documentary about Vogue's Anna Wintour.   (Good movie by the way.  )   Then he started picking at my hair.  My short little pixie-ish cut hair.&lt;br /&gt;This  is where his friend really started to creep me out, and the point to  the title of this post.  She sat up a little straighter, and started  asking me where I lived, that she'd seen me at the Blockbuster a few  times.   JTGG rolled his eyes at me again and looked over his shoulder  at her telling her to not bother.&lt;br /&gt;"She's only into the penis. Penis,  penis, penis!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here I am standing in a small donut shop  filled with seniors, the local chapter of the Hell's Angels, a table of  giggling teenagers and JTGG's little band of gay friends.  I'm a very  pale woman, very pale.  When I blush it's like a large fuschia stain  from the tip of my hairline to the hem of my clothes.  And here we were  with everyone gaping at us like dead fish while the little gay man  screamed the word penis over and over again.  And I was trapped standing  there for a few more minutes before he finally said he needed to get  back to his table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now really wishing I gone to the grocery for  the coffee instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-6722620219552901373?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6722620219552901373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/get-over-yourself_14.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/6722620219552901373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/6722620219552901373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/get-over-yourself_14.html' title='Get over yourself'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-6196128739563114289</id><published>2010-06-12T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T10:50:48.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Pine Nuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S83Bbb9rvUI/AAAAAAAAADg/IpkMNi9yzbg/s1600/meezBodyshot300x400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S83Bbb9rvUI/AAAAAAAAADg/IpkMNi9yzbg/s1600/meezBodyshot300x400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I was playing around with homemade sauces last night. Trying to make homemade Chow Mein.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used minced garlic, olive oil, brown sugar and pine nuts as my sauce.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad.&amp;nbsp; Was still missing something. Not sure what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And things were not too horrible, thinking I was finally ready to move on from something, and poof on my main blog I found a comment from the boyfriend of my former Blog Partner.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Out of nowhere.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I thought they had finally left me alone that they had removed themselves totally from me, but no. I'm still slightly pissed off about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I've been ignoring them mostly for the last little while, thinking if I don't reply to his comments he'll go away.&amp;nbsp; No such luck.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up just saying if he hates my point of view, don't read me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-6196128739563114289?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6196128739563114289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/pine-nuts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/6196128739563114289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/6196128739563114289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/pine-nuts.html' title='Pine Nuts'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S83Bbb9rvUI/AAAAAAAAADg/IpkMNi9yzbg/s72-c/meezBodyshot300x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-8034344591924975436</id><published>2010-06-10T20:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:09:48.292-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Okay Good to know</title><content type='html'>My Uncle has been a Chef since I was born.  So for the last 36 years he's worked around town in hotel kitchens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to him the other day about food, and had asked a question about something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(at this point it's actually been over a week and I can't remember what the recipe I was wanting was)&lt;/span&gt; and he shrugged saying he'd never heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me?  What? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a couple of more comments and he just laughed and said "What are you asking me for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me wondering.  I started talking about the Leek and Potato soup recipe I had gotten from my friend in Edmonton, and a second way to use Parsnips other then boiling.  He had no answers for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hang on, you mean I know more about food then you do?"  He shrugged and said nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dabbling in cooking off and on for a decade, only serious for the last year. How could I know more then him?&lt;br /&gt;My sister the Goddess reminded me that our Uncle works in a hotel 15 hours a day making the same 10 things over and over and over.   Uncle cooks for work not for fun. And when he comes home and on his one day off a week, he spends it doing everything BUT in the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sad really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-8034344591924975436?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8034344591924975436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/okay-good-to-know.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8034344591924975436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8034344591924975436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/okay-good-to-know.html' title='Okay Good to know'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-5806548698240831456</id><published>2010-06-09T08:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T08:41:23.589-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I think they turned out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TA-Lm2XzzGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eRuKkSqj6Ok/s1600/P1010675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TA-Lm2XzzGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eRuKkSqj6Ok/s320/P1010675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480752771079851106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made poached eggs not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seemed okay, left a mess in my kitchen though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-5806548698240831456?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5806548698240831456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-think-they-turned-out.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5806548698240831456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5806548698240831456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-think-they-turned-out.html' title='I think they turned out'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TA-Lm2XzzGI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eRuKkSqj6Ok/s72-c/P1010675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-2933548464640466008</id><published>2010-06-03T17:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:07:59.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Did He Just Admit That?</title><content type='html'>I knew something was not right for the last 24 hours.   Something I was sure had to do with Mr. S.&lt;br /&gt;The blog post for this week was up about an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for anyone who's been following this, you know I have been teasing for a year about Mr. S's weight.  As I believe he's too skinny.&lt;br /&gt;I've blogged about this on my old blog and on the Domestic and Damned blog as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer when I started that gimmick,  Mr. S. cut a promo where he teased back about all the food he eats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today's post,  Mr S. admits he's got an issue with weight.  As in he will starve himself and is anorexic.... I'm just in a daze right now as I type this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel thinks it was a very weird post, and that all my teasing on the blogs have caused him to admit he's got an issue with food and in general his self esteem.    This is not good.  This is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;I know in the post he started off talking about fans asking him about working out, but he went on a rant about food not about working out. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here now almost in tears as I think about the whole thing.  I've admitted myself that over the years I battled with Bulimia myself, and know how much damage that can do to a person.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wither this post of Mr. S's today was any kind of anything in reply to me or not I have no honest idea, but it's left me feeling like the pit of my stomach has dropped out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger fans reading his blog are going to get the wrong idea.  People who look up to him who have issues might take that post to be advice or something and copy him. &lt;br /&gt;This is just not good.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm freaking out.  I'm freaking out over something honest that a man I've never even met just admitted in a blog post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-2933548464640466008?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2933548464640466008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/did-he-just-admit-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/2933548464640466008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/2933548464640466008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/did-he-just-admit-that.html' title='Did He Just Admit That?'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-5718823202792946052</id><published>2010-06-03T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:09:07.151-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>The Grunge Guitar Player</title><content type='html'>I hate grunge music.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That whole Seattle music scene from the early 90's can kiss my lily white arse.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had taken a photo of the kid, I really do.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had my book club last night, and we were nicely sitting in the back of the book store at a table in front of the diving line for the store and the coffee shop.&amp;nbsp; The discussion was going really well we had all these points and quotes and actually laughing. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;That was until the 17 year old Cobain wannabe sat down five feet from us with a guitar.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, he did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No he was not busking, he was not alone either.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There were no signs, no post-its no nothing declaring that open mic night for the building's coffee shop but it seems it was, and there were all these teenaged girls swooning over him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid, and I mean kid,&amp;nbsp; I'm surprised could even see his guitar for the hair in his eyes.&amp;nbsp; Not long, just bangs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It instantly put a cold shoulder on the book club and everyone's attitude got snotty as we couldn't hear each other and ended up having to move out of there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I am not a fan of grunge or long hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-5718823202792946052?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5718823202792946052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/grunge-guitar-player.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5718823202792946052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5718823202792946052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/grunge-guitar-player.html' title='The Grunge Guitar Player'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-374348301807053363</id><published>2010-06-02T08:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T08:54:24.385-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><title type='text'>Celebrating the Changing of the Underpants!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I posted this last night on the Domestic and Damned blog, but I thought it was just too much that I am reposting it on this one for anyone who doesn't follow me on there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email on the weekend from The Nurse saying that she finally had a  week off work.  She has not had a week off since Christmas.   So, I  phoned her this afternoon but she was out.  I left a message with her  husband.&lt;br /&gt;That was at 1pm&lt;br /&gt;It's now 7:30pm and I never heard back from her.  Okay, I called her  again.  The chat went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;:  What I get you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nurse&lt;/span&gt;:  Yay! You going to put those on.... not much trying to get  your Nephew to put his underwear on. Potty training is so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;:  Lovely.  this is why I don't have kids. I called earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nurse&lt;/span&gt;: When?  There wasn't any message on the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Around 1:00.  You're husband answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nurse&lt;/span&gt;:   After 15 years you should know by now not to  leave messages with the Man as he never remembers to tell me. Leave a  message on the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: But he answered. What was I suppose to do, tell him to hang  up so I could phone back and leave a message on the machine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nurse&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah actually you should have, that way I would have gotten  the message... No! Don't touch...... (click)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I phoned back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nurse&lt;/span&gt;: Sorry. Nephew started to slap at the phone.  He's dancing  around in circles celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Celebrating what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nurse&lt;/span&gt;: The changing of the underpants.   He's graduated from  diapers to those Pull-Ups.  (little voice squealing that he's a big boy  and that only babies wear diapers)  I'll have to call you back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-374348301807053363?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/374348301807053363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/celebrating-changing-of-underpants.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/374348301807053363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/374348301807053363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/celebrating-changing-of-underpants.html' title='Celebrating the Changing of the Underpants!'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-5876760522175382432</id><published>2010-06-01T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T09:40:26.870-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Summer = Crazy People</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to an email from Sophia the Wannabe Socialite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey you! With working and rehearsals and auditions and so many f**kin' birthdays this month, it was ridonkulous!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm subscribed to you on youtube.&amp;nbsp; I'm organizing a one act play festival PLUS doing burlesque shows this summer and applying for a grant to write my musical"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes, out of nowhere I get this email.&amp;nbsp; No thanks for the advice on the Eczema, no how are you doing, no what's up in your world.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Just a big old me me me from her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know,&amp;nbsp; as a blogger, I spend my time being very me me me,&amp;nbsp; as do all bloggers it's what a blog is for; but when you get a personal email&amp;nbsp; you would expect a bit of give as well as take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-5876760522175382432?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5876760522175382432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-crazy-people.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5876760522175382432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5876760522175382432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-crazy-people.html' title='Summer = Crazy People'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-1674918842090056812</id><published>2010-05-31T10:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T10:49:32.934-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Dude, listen to your witch doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TAPJDd0Bq8I/AAAAAAAAARA/E0N9cL3sWJU/s1600/Photo+248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TAPJDd0Bq8I/AAAAAAAAARA/E0N9cL3sWJU/s320/Photo+248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477442633192287170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photo by Me copyright hcvp 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, as I was coming out of the movie, I bumped into Sophia the Wannabe Socialite.  She was on her way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shoved her arm in my face pointing to it.  She was wearing a strapless outfit that really did not look good on her at all, but it was 30c here (I believe that equals close to 80 f in the US )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she was showing me was the horrible case of Eczema that she's got suddenly.  All she said was the creams her doctor gave her are not working and did I know of anything to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a herbalist it's not my strong suite.  But I knew what the cause of it was, she works in a soap shop.   We have a Lush at the mall, which is a great store, only it's the size of a closet.  She's always had ultra sensitive skin, and the fact that place does not have proper air vents, it's doing a number on her skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only she wouldn't listen to me tell her that.  So, I said I'd check my books.  Now, other then the obvious, which is Aloe Vera,  the only other thing I could tell her was to use lavender or yarrow.  Only thing is my books don't always say how to use the herbs, just a list of what to use.  I'm guessing for a skin issue, a cold compress of the herbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my first advice to her would be to wear long sleeves when at work and to get outside of the shop as often as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-1674918842090056812?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1674918842090056812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/dude-listen-to-your-witch-doctor.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/1674918842090056812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/1674918842090056812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/dude-listen-to-your-witch-doctor.html' title='Dude, listen to your witch doctor'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TAPJDd0Bq8I/AAAAAAAAARA/E0N9cL3sWJU/s72-c/Photo+248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-5549116081176715433</id><published>2010-05-29T16:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T16:51:46.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Sex and the City 2 -review</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TAF0NhWAuHI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TPKvzL3-AzM/s1600/SATC2_Wallpaper_1280x1024_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TAF0NhWAuHI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TPKvzL3-AzM/s320/SATC2_Wallpaper_1280x1024_6.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the same post I just did on my Domestic and Damned blog, so if you are following both, you only need to read this once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up, got ready  and flew out of this apartment to catch a bus to get to the cinema for  when the doors opened, thinking what if I'm wrong about the crowds and  the place is jammed.... only to get to the ticket counter and have the  lady ask me if I wanted my ticket for the 2 pm showing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What?  Why would I be standing here at 11:15am with an 11:45am  showing of the film if I wanted a later ticket. Where they sold out  too?    &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, she was just not aware there was an 11:45am showing.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hang on! You work here and you didn't even realize there was an early  showing?  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Now, how to do this without spoilers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plot:  Samantha is offered a job in Abu Dhabi doing press for a new  hotel.  Which is just in time, as Charlotte is having a minor breakdown  over being a mom, Miranda just quit her job and Carrie is having issues  with Big.  While there, the ladies fall pray to the cultural differences  and even end up getting arrested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they had used more of the flashback scene.  It was more of a  tease then a full scene.  I'm hoping the directors cut of the dvd will  put that to better use.&lt;br /&gt;All our familiar men are back with little roles this time, and we start  off with a massive plot point that almost feels like it was edited down  to nothing. The Wedding.  For anyone who is avoiding spoilers,  I'll  tell you this much on the wedding,  it had one of my favourite scenes   Liza Minnelli singing and dancing to the song "Single Ladies".  (Which  by the way at her age she still made Beyonce's little video look like  kindergarden paste)  I was not a fan of this song, but her performance  is wicked.&lt;br /&gt;The plot in this one was thin at best.  It just seemed to lack  something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of the cinema just disappointed.  The jokes didn't get any  response from the rest of the audience around me (yes I was laughing  alone out loud)  the subplot was lost somewhere in translation, and it  just felt unfinished.   I think the underlining tone was "when you  choose one life, are you sure?"   but to be honest, I can't tell you if  that was it or not.   The film flashed past me in a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I buy the dvd?  Of course I will because have the whole series and  the last movie and the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping #3 is better planned out and does something to give us the  feel that we're watching SATC.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-5549116081176715433?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5549116081176715433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/sex-and-city-2-review.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5549116081176715433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5549116081176715433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/sex-and-city-2-review.html' title='Sex and the City 2 -review'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/TAF0NhWAuHI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TPKvzL3-AzM/s72-c/SATC2_Wallpaper_1280x1024_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-5424258828144713425</id><published>2010-05-28T21:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T22:24:42.219-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Who's line is it anyway?</title><content type='html'>A year ago I posted something on my old blog about my lack of life.   Within days of me writing it, Mr. S. cut a promo on the show that referenced the very topics I had ranted about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, I revisited the topic on my new blog with links to the old post on the old  blog. Yesterday evening, Mr. S. blogged and revisited the same material from that promo he'd done last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm believing I'm back in his good graces.  Or at lest, he's reading me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time in the last year that I have brought up those topics again.  It is also the first time in the last year that Mr. S. has brought up those topics again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel tonight in a chat asked me how much more proof do I need? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. S.  has me dumbfounded. He really does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-5424258828144713425?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5424258828144713425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/whos-line-is-it-anyway.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5424258828144713425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5424258828144713425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/whos-line-is-it-anyway.html' title='Who&apos;s line is it anyway?'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-3397486510020327399</id><published>2010-05-26T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:24:13.047-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Sold Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S-tKXzAGVtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ARfM_m7o85k/s1600/4098402_main.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S-tKXzAGVtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ARfM_m7o85k/s320/4098402_main.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean it's sold out?&amp;nbsp; It can't be sold out? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I was saying this morning to my mom when I was chatting on the phone with her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Goddess my sister, as I mentioned the other week on here,&amp;nbsp; is going to the movie with friends of hers.&amp;nbsp; They were going tomorrow night, opening night, but when they went to order their tickets online, it's sold out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, both opening night here and Friday are both sold out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Here I was thinking I would go Friday night, but I guess I'm not getting there till the weekend after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-3397486510020327399?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3397486510020327399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/sold-out.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3397486510020327399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3397486510020327399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/sold-out.html' title='Sold Out'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S-tKXzAGVtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ARfM_m7o85k/s72-c/4098402_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-8907196425271793714</id><published>2010-05-24T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:06:28.027-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>I think my cup is empty again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_qHGJgc5WI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JdBCMm3FA1Y/s1600/P1010295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_qHGJgc5WI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JdBCMm3FA1Y/s320/P1010295.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photo by Me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get back into the heads of my characters.&amp;nbsp; Been stuck with my novel for the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since changing the ending, the story has shifted and the focus is now on one of the smaller characters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I need to bring it back to my hero, and I can't seem to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I spent way too much time away from him and lost his voice.&amp;nbsp; I don't feel that I should be ripping him out and starting him over, but at the moment, I don't what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-8907196425271793714?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8907196425271793714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-my-cup-is-empty-again.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8907196425271793714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8907196425271793714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-my-cup-is-empty-again.html' title='I think my cup is empty again'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_qHGJgc5WI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JdBCMm3FA1Y/s72-c/P1010295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-2478533523587934361</id><published>2010-05-23T10:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:05:55.965-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>What is he doing?</title><content type='html'>I posted stuff on my Facebook.   My profile, my stuff.   I got a notice from there in my emails last night saying that Darius had tagged people in my photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? He could do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went in and looked at the photo and the tag in question.  When I hit the tag it took me to someone else's photo album.   He took a copy of my photo used it on his own profile and gave a copy to his buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got mad and deleted the tag.  Then sent an email to him asking what was up?  I don't know the guy he tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been chatting with Mel and Joshua last night when this all went down.   Both feel that Darius is getting creepy. &lt;br /&gt;Joshua's reaction was  "That's something a boyfriend does."&lt;br /&gt;Joshua did not know about the &lt;a href="http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/invitation-i-did-not-want.html"&gt;wrestling text messages&lt;/a&gt;  so I filled him in on it.  Joshua was not happy.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(for those who haven't been filled in on me and Joshua, we have an on again off again internet thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it just when things sort out with one of my male friends, crap starts up with another?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-2478533523587934361?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2478533523587934361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-he-doing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/2478533523587934361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/2478533523587934361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-he-doing.html' title='What is he doing?'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-4440881697997856112</id><published>2010-05-21T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T09:41:17.550-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Interview with Kathleen Grissom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S9rUHcPbgAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jn6mOHyrpYg/s1600/9781439153666.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S9rUHcPbgAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jn6mOHyrpYg/s1600/9781439153666.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview I did with author Kathleen Grissom is up on &lt;a href="http://pushersink.blogspot.com/"&gt;my book blog &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-4440881697997856112?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4440881697997856112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/interview-with-kathleen-grissom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4440881697997856112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4440881697997856112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/interview-with-kathleen-grissom.html' title='Interview with Kathleen Grissom'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S9rUHcPbgAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jn6mOHyrpYg/s72-c/9781439153666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-4846148446743060464</id><published>2010-05-20T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:13:48.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>What are you Wearing to the show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S-tKXzAGVtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ARfM_m7o85k/s1600/4098402_main.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S-tKXzAGVtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ARfM_m7o85k/s320/4098402_main.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No I have not abandoned this blog.&amp;nbsp; Just been busy building up &lt;a href="http://domesticanddamned2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Domestic and Damned&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;and believe it or not, hanging out on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know I know.&amp;nbsp; And one of the big questions posed by the SATC2 fan "group is what are you wearing to the movie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an outfit picked out.&amp;nbsp; But, the weather has been a roller coaster. Freezing, then +29 c, then rain and cold then + 25c like it can't make up it's mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not able to go opening night, so&amp;nbsp; dressing up for it is pointless.&lt;br /&gt;Last time around, I did dress up, and wouldn't you know it, freezing here that day.&amp;nbsp; Not too mention I had water marks on my shirt from crying.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Since I just got myself a fabulous tee shirt with the logo for my Mr. S. , I'm thinking jeans and tee.&amp;nbsp; That way, if I have tear stains no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I even make it opening weekend.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have been getting a sore throat and today sound like I'm garbbling gravel.&amp;nbsp; This week is not just SATC week it's also first official book club so I can not afford to get full on sick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, hey, for those of you who are going to the movie, are you dressing up for it?&amp;nbsp; Are you making it girls' night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-4846148446743060464?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4846148446743060464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-are-you-wearing-to-show.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4846148446743060464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4846148446743060464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-are-you-wearing-to-show.html' title='What are you Wearing to the show'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S-tKXzAGVtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ARfM_m7o85k/s72-c/4098402_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-5522149396251868109</id><published>2010-05-17T21:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:26:46.748-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Shutting the door on your EXfiles</title><content type='html'>I was sitting here just now, having a coffee and watching an old episode of Sex and the City.&lt;br /&gt;It was the one where Carrie has to deal with Berger's reaction to his ex calling. &lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking.  I started what was my main blog right after my last break up that was three years ago.  90% of that blog was about my two biggest relationships, and every one night stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done maybe 2 posts on &lt;a href="http://domesticanddamned2.blogspot.com"&gt;my new blog&lt;/a&gt; since about that time in my life.  I think moving from my old blog to the new one was really really needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who's been reading this blog for the last few months, know that I was in a panic about what was happening with being cyber stalked by a former friend. I felt sick from the idea of them spending more time on that blog then I was.&lt;br /&gt;Now, maybe it was a good thing.  As I would never have moved on from that blog, and I would have kept going on and on and on about those relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is me, shutting the door on my EXfiles.      Here's to a clean start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-5522149396251868109?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5522149396251868109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/shutting-door-on-your-exfiles.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5522149396251868109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5522149396251868109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/shutting-door-on-your-exfiles.html' title='Shutting the door on your EXfiles'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-5747521231709223637</id><published>2010-05-17T10:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T10:40:56.533-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><title type='text'>The Invitation I did not want</title><content type='html'>Two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I got an internet invite to link up anything I had done in regards to the wrestling the other night. The invite was a group one from the guy who was promoting the show.  So I did.  Hey, I'm trying to network my wrestling blog so what better way right?   Right.  Now, I'm getting a lot of hits locally from that group to my main blog and not the wrestling one.  Why?  Because I did a review of the show on my &lt;a href="http://thehurricanranareport.blogspot.com"&gt;new wrestling blog &lt;/a&gt;and I did a personal post on my Domestic and Damned blog that was more my buddies and I goofing around, but I linked them both.  What I didn't know is that the link to the personal blog was put higher in the ranks because there is more posts on it.  So everyone is bypassing the wrestling blog and missing the reviews. &lt;br /&gt;That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I had gotten a text the night of the event from my buddy Darius.  He was acting odd.  This was near the end of the night, so far to that point he'd been... not his self.  But then again, he was hanging around with a group of his bar buddies so you know men when they are in a pack. &lt;br /&gt;The text I got from him went like this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All this wrestling making me horny. Let's f**k in the bathroom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?  Um  WHAT? &lt;br /&gt;I texted back that he was a goof.  I didn't take him serious, why would I?  Few minutes later, he texted me again asking for a Blow job.    You have got to be kidding me! &lt;br /&gt;I texted back saying  "You're Not Mr. S.!" &lt;br /&gt;That seemed to shut him up for the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the event and the lights came up and I got a chance to get a photo of one of the wrestlers. When I caught up with Darius few minutes later, I was still swooning from the small chat/photo opt of the wrestler, and having been flirting with my hair stylist who had been sitting beside me all night. &lt;br /&gt;Darius leaned over and said "You look happy what's up?"  when I showed him the photo I'd just taken his attitude changed and his voice got loud. "Well, maybe HE'LL have some bathroom time with you" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit Darius.  Hit him hard too.   One of his boys turned and invited me to go for drinks with them which I turned down the offer.  Sadly, they ended up bumping into the wrestlers at that pub and all got to hang with them.  But, that pub was clear cross the other end of town from my place.  Had I gone with them I would have missed the last bus to my end of town and I did not have any cab fare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea Darius was even slightly interested in me.  We've been friends for a year, but after that exchange, I'm not so sure anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-5747521231709223637?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5747521231709223637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/invitation-i-did-not-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5747521231709223637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5747521231709223637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/invitation-i-did-not-want.html' title='The Invitation I did not want'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-6583145411079627942</id><published>2010-05-16T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:10:38.514-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>The fan</title><content type='html'>T. is a guy I went to grade school and high school with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I always see him at the wrestling events. Usually with a bunch of guys.&amp;nbsp; I always thought T. was gay.&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you hang with gay and bi-sexual men all the time, it tosses your gay-dar out the window with straight men.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I spotted him at the event with who I found out is his wife.&amp;nbsp; T. always makes it a point to cross my path at events, literally.&amp;nbsp; Everytime I go to a live wrestling here in town, T. makes it a point to walk in front of me even when he doesn't need to, to stand around talking with his buddies a few feet from me (always just out of ear shot) when the sports center is massive and he could stand anywhere, and hold up the shinny collector's belts he buys every single time that he gets autographed as if it's the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I caught him looking in my direction then proceeded to promptly grab his wife for a make out session.&amp;nbsp; You could tell by the look on his wife's face she was wondering what got into him.&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering that too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Who was he doing that for? What was he trying to prove?&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-6583145411079627942?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6583145411079627942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/fan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/6583145411079627942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/6583145411079627942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/fan.html' title='The fan'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-5012749613317087461</id><published>2010-05-14T15:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T15:37:08.615-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Author Catherine McKenzie  Would Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S-2lluOeB5I/AAAAAAAAALc/8UtOqjNiAjw/s1600/9781554687589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S-2lluOeB5I/AAAAAAAAALc/8UtOqjNiAjw/s320/9781554687589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471211189807482770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies  of SITS, of BlogFrog, and whom ever googles this.&lt;br /&gt;Catherine McKenzie author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spin&lt;/span&gt;,  is in the process of doing an experiment.  She is trying to see if we the general reading public can in fact make a book a bestseller just by blogging about it.&lt;br /&gt;I love this idea!   here is the link to the &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/group/show/33611.Make_a_book_a_bestseller"&gt;Goodreads group&lt;/a&gt;.  I hope the link works as it is a group.&lt;br /&gt;If you are on Goodreads I encourage you to join, if not, it's a great place for bookworms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the chance to do an interview with her few months back and she's a lovely lady, just a sweetheart.  Which you can read &lt;a href="http://pushersink.blogspot.com/2010/01/interview-with-catherine-mckenzie.html"&gt;here on my book blog &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-5012749613317087461?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5012749613317087461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/author-catherine-mckenzie-would-like.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5012749613317087461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5012749613317087461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/author-catherine-mckenzie-would-like.html' title='Author Catherine McKenzie  Would Like'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S-2lluOeB5I/AAAAAAAAALc/8UtOqjNiAjw/s72-c/9781554687589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-4834653176767159494</id><published>2010-05-13T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:56:09.410-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>So who is your target?</title><content type='html'>Was watching Sex and the City, the episode where Carrie is picking the columns and book cover for her first book, and has to figure out who her target audience is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen on blog discussions this question.&amp;nbsp; And up until a hour ago, I always thought I knew mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figured my target audience were Sex and the City fans, gay men and wrestling fans/wrestlers.&amp;nbsp; Ends up that might not be the whole story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Mel what he thought (yeah I know, I'm an emotional cutter) and his answer&amp;nbsp; " 18-30"&lt;br /&gt;Um yeah, that doesn't help me bud. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder though if that is a good thing or a bad thing, not really having a solid readership.&lt;br /&gt;Am I accessible to a wide range of readers (good thing)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; or am I just not what people need, like the self help section of the local book store (bad thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel believes and this is a direct quote.&amp;nbsp; "Good thing. That way it never gets stale and you reach a broader range of people and age groups"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;How do you know you've reached who you thought you were reaching with your writing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-4834653176767159494?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4834653176767159494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-who-is-your-target.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4834653176767159494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4834653176767159494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-who-is-your-target.html' title='So who is your target?'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-321683327562672422</id><published>2010-05-13T10:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:52:14.974-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><title type='text'>I tell you I bumped into Brenda</title><content type='html'>Brenda used to be the supervisor for the building.  She moved out when the new landlord took over and raised the rent.&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into her at the grocery the other day.  Right off she asked me the same set of questions she always does "you still living there? And do they still own it?"    I get the feeling that if my answers were ever any different she might move back.  But my answers are always the same.&lt;br /&gt;"For now, and yes they do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda : " I was talking to the neighbour the other day, and he tells me that Landlord lives in one part and the wife lives in the other. You living in a building of crazies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : " Landlord lives downstairs, his daughter lives in your old apartment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda:  "Wasn't the wife living there too? Aren't they divorced?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "They are always filing for divorce but not going through with it. Daughter and her kid moved in, the Landlord's wife moved out, Landlord moved in. Wife and Daughter do not get along."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda: "The place is a dump. How do you live there still?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : " Painfully.  I have been on a wait list for over a year with city housing to move."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda: "Well, let's hope they move you soon, cause from what the neighbour told me, that building has been called about."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-321683327562672422?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/321683327562672422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-tell-you-i-bumped-into-brenda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/321683327562672422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/321683327562672422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-tell-you-i-bumped-into-brenda.html' title='I tell you I bumped into Brenda'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-2542017943938401027</id><published>2010-05-12T20:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:42:34.233-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>The Sex and the City Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S-tKXzAGVtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ARfM_m7o85k/s1600/4098402_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S-tKXzAGVtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ARfM_m7o85k/s320/4098402_main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470547945059669714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started doing a few posts on the &lt;a href="http://domesticanddamned2.blogspot.com"&gt;Domestic and Damned&lt;/a&gt; blog that are SATC themed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to get at lest one done a day leading up to the release of SATC2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-2542017943938401027?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2542017943938401027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/sex-and-city-countdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/2542017943938401027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/2542017943938401027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/sex-and-city-countdown.html' title='The Sex and the City Countdown'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S-tKXzAGVtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ARfM_m7o85k/s72-c/4098402_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-8018351287850743298</id><published>2010-05-12T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:49:08.624-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The poached egg scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S-q6XU2TXPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/o8zTD26Ow3g/s1600/51ezORAwNJL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S-q6XU2TXPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/o8zTD26Ow3g/s1600/51ezORAwNJL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know in the film when Julie says she's never eaten an egg and then the next few minutes of the film is about the poached eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the dinner table chat in the next scene that I'm on today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Where she asks "What does it mean if you don't like your friends?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and the other girl says it's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I am feeling.&lt;br /&gt;As I posted few days ago, I've decided to re-issue my vampire themed review blog.&amp;nbsp; All vampire movies/books, and stupidly asked the opinion of my buddy Mel.&amp;nbsp; It might seem like a silly thing to anyone reading but the whole thing got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a real "time to evaluate my life"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I had to ask myself, what am I getting from my current friendships other then headaches?&amp;nbsp; I came up with zero, nothing, zip-a-dee-doo-da.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you know it's time to move on?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday was mother's day, and I ended up having to go to my sister's for a bit because they were doing lunch for mom there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you've been reading this blog at all, you know my Sister the Goddess has moved in with her boyfriend the Married Man (yes he's FINALLY after 2 years asked his wife for a divorce) so this was more to show off the new digs then anything else.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Great coffee though, I have to hand that to them. He has it imported from Vancouver and grinds it himself. Fancy.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah, he's loaded.&amp;nbsp; I see why my sister is with him. Yeah that visit was painful for a few reasons, one being the "and then we got this it's $700 and this painting was $200"&amp;nbsp; the other reason I messed up my back last week and can barely stand up right.&amp;nbsp; Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her and I started to talk about books which is the one thing no matter what we're both passionate about.&amp;nbsp; This little light hearted giggle fest lead me to ask what night we were going to Sex and the City 2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At that point my sister the Goddess, diverted her eyes and said she was going opening night with a friend from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell didn't she tell me this before?&amp;nbsp; She could have texted me and said that her friends wanted her to go, but she let me think for the last month we were going together .&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am thinking this might be a good day to try to make poached eggs.&amp;nbsp; I've never tried yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-8018351287850743298?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8018351287850743298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/poached-egg-scene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8018351287850743298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8018351287850743298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/poached-egg-scene.html' title='The poached egg scene'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S-q6XU2TXPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/o8zTD26Ow3g/s72-c/51ezORAwNJL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-2154359279349228600</id><published>2010-05-11T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T09:32:53.931-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>You're such a mark</title><content type='html'>"You're wearing Mr. S's logo shirt on Saturday aren't you?"&amp;nbsp; Darius asked, laughing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was always the plan.&amp;nbsp; I'm like the only one in town who has it... I think"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No doubt." he was still laughing at me.&amp;nbsp; "So let me get this straight. You have front row and you are going to be wearing the logo for Mr. S."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. Why?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darius was still laughing hard. "You are going to be total fodder. Total fodder. Nash just started a feud with Mr. S. this week. If he shows on the card like he's suppose to, you know he'll single you out in that shirt and use you as promo material. "&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was the whole point of the shirt.&amp;nbsp; To get noticed at the show."&amp;nbsp; I replied litter more giddy then I should of.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we shall see what happens this coming weekend.&amp;nbsp; I know a bunch of the wrestlers are already in town for radio and news stuff, my mom happily reports these advents AFTER they happen and happily adds that they were open to the public. {oh by the way I heard yesterday that Vampiro was scheduled for a meet and greet. You missed it. I forgot to tell you}&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-2154359279349228600?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2154359279349228600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/youre-such-mark.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/2154359279349228600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/2154359279349228600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/youre-such-mark.html' title='You&apos;re such a mark'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-5404158792718608380</id><published>2010-05-10T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:19:40.329-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>This is why he has no friends</title><content type='html'>I decided to work on a new version of an old blog.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have been for the last few years, doing a vampire themed blog where I post movie and book reviews.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;All vampires.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I want to branch out and start fresh with a new blog for the theme.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the mistake of asking Mel what he thought on it. Why did I ask his opinion ?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, I'm stupid it would seem.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have this distaste for the overly processed goth scene that's sprung up in the last few years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me cringe, it really does.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Don't even get me started on why I dislike Twilight, that's a day's worth of ranting right there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mel suggested I add some well, ads for goth clothing stores and clubs and gothic themed online dating etc.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I simply said No.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He got snotty and told me not to ask him anything.&amp;nbsp; Okay, fine I won't.&lt;br /&gt;This whole conversation had started with me asking him how he was feeling as he'd been sick the last week.&amp;nbsp; He said he wanted to die.&amp;nbsp; There's that goth-kid attitude again.&amp;nbsp; He bitches about how he can't keep friends, well not with an attitude like that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the first to admit I'm not the rainbows and kittens type, but I don't sit there and declare to people that I want to cut myself either.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if he keeps this up much longer; I just won't be able to stay friends with him.&amp;nbsp; It's too exhausting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and that was &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; rant on the topic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-5404158792718608380?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5404158792718608380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-why-he-has-no-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5404158792718608380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5404158792718608380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-why-he-has-no-friends.html' title='This is why he has no friends'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-3706357716993986793</id><published>2010-05-08T23:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:29:33.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><title type='text'>Just a note</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-twisted-my-knee.html"&gt;http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-twisted-my-knee.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very cool.  I mentioned a movie in that post about an actress who has O.I.&lt;br /&gt;The director/writer/producer  stumbled on the blog and left links and information in the comments.  I hope everyone checks out the links he left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-3706357716993986793?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3706357716993986793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3706357716993986793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3706357716993986793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-note.html' title='Just a note'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-754308642552877761</id><published>2010-05-07T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T19:13:12.364-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Eat Pray Love -Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S92AQZmZNaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kqisR8Z7XkY/s1600/eat_pray_love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S92AQZmZNaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kqisR8Z7XkY/s320/eat_pray_love.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just finished reading this. Took me about a week.&lt;br /&gt;I should have started this post few days ago as things and thoughts were coming to me while reading, but I wasn't that smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was part emotional roller coaster, part spiritual guide book for me.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I've talked to have been split right down the middle on this book, either loving it or hating it.&lt;br /&gt;I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the first section, the EAT, section heavy. No pun intended.&amp;nbsp; I realize that it happened at a dark time in her life, and therefore &lt;i&gt;was heavy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;It was her coming out of her depression. Yes, I did identify with it.&amp;nbsp; It had me asking myself some of the same questions and nodding my head saying "you're totally right babe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I zipped through the second section, the PRAY, section in under two days.&amp;nbsp; I connected with it the most.&amp;nbsp; There was one spot where I wanted to start a blog post (really wish I had now) about the truth of FAITH. But I chickened out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last section, the LOVE, section that had me staggering.&amp;nbsp; It took the longest for me to read.&amp;nbsp; Pure and simple, I'm not anywhere near that part of my own life. I'm still back in the border of the EAT and the PRAY parts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those books that has you in awe that it's a true story. Elizabeth Gilbert is a very brave and inspiring woman. To look Faith in the eye and basically say "come to me I believe in you" without flinching, to except that divinity is an all consuming idea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on for a very long ramble on my views of Faith &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(which I encompass as ALL religions/spiritual paths) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;but I don't feel the need right now.&amp;nbsp; Maybe later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say this,&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;EAT PRAY LOVE &lt;/i&gt;is a book that you do not go looking for, it comes looking for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-754308642552877761?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/754308642552877761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/eat-pray-love-book.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/754308642552877761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/754308642552877761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/eat-pray-love-book.html' title='Eat Pray Love -Book'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S92AQZmZNaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kqisR8Z7XkY/s72-c/eat_pray_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-618800648732994848</id><published>2010-05-07T07:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T08:04:20.919-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>From the bottom of my coffee cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S-QBX9xBIkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kSnd8ScXdMU/s1600/P1010640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S-QBX9xBIkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kSnd8ScXdMU/s320/P1010640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468497358763401794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Photo by ME  copyright hcvp'09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scuff scuff scuff  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;that's the sound of me going to the kitchen to make coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have new downstairs neighbours.  Or neighbour.  Not too sure if it's one guy or not.  He's/They are quiet so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;The last ones to live below me was a teenaged couple.  I feel sorry for that guy. So noisy with the music and the video games and the animalistic sex.  I was blaming the guy for all the music and video games at 3 in the morning. Ends up it was the girlfriend.  I was complaining about the noise the other week to Mel, and when I got up to make a coffee, I saw the guy's car was gone. Remembered he was out of town.   Stopped, still leaning on the counter waiting for my coffee to finish and saw the door open to the building.  The girl came out with some other guy who was not her boyfriend and was making out with him in the parking lot till a taxi came for him.  They broke up and moved out last week.  I feel sorry for the guy, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has  an appointment this morning for x-rays.  If we can figure out what bus to take we might make it on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Starbucks instant coffee... I had this sample and well, it just did not stack up to even the grocery store brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-618800648732994848?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/618800648732994848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-bottom-of-my-coffee-cup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/618800648732994848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/618800648732994848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-bottom-of-my-coffee-cup.html' title='From the bottom of my coffee cup'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S-QBX9xBIkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kSnd8ScXdMU/s72-c/P1010640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-2081608611709518870</id><published>2010-05-04T08:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T08:17:36.346-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><title type='text'>I twisted my knee</title><content type='html'>I don't know how, got out of bed this morning and my left knee just doesn't seem to be in the best condition.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This unfortunately is something that happens when you have O.I.&lt;br /&gt;You go to bed fine and wake up with bruises or something off kilter.&amp;nbsp; These things happen. Thank god I only have Type 1.&amp;nbsp; I've had conversations with people who have Type 3 who can't even lift a teacup because it will shatter their arm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a movie released the other week called&amp;nbsp; Broken Dreams (I think that was the title)&amp;nbsp; that has an actress who has O.I.&amp;nbsp; Now, I have no idea if she is playing a person with it or if her character has something else in the movie.&amp;nbsp; I am just kind of interested in hearing that there is an actress out there who has it.&amp;nbsp; A book was just released too in Canada by a woman who has O.I. Type 4.&amp;nbsp; As soon as I get a copy, I'll post more on it.&amp;nbsp; From what I am told, the book is a biography of her life dealing with the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have been following my rants about the wrestling blog and the Blog Partner,&amp;nbsp; I have gone ahead a created a new wrestling blog.&amp;nbsp; Just left the old one as is.&amp;nbsp; Which is a shame given it's got a nice chunk of followers and it was my blog.&amp;nbsp; It's still under my old account, but the drama with the BP and her boyfriend/husband (I don't even know what to call him)&amp;nbsp; was twisting my guts and giving me a headache.&amp;nbsp; Either they will take over the blog completely (which I am still the only one with admin rights and the comments have to be approved by me)&amp;nbsp; or they will leave it when they see I'm no longer putting the 17 hours a week into it.&amp;nbsp; Which in time,&amp;nbsp; I'll post a link on it to the new one &lt;a href="http://thehurricanranareport.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and over&lt;a href="http://domesticanddamned2.blogspot.com/"&gt; here&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; I posted a silly video of myself yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-2081608611709518870?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2081608611709518870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-twisted-my-knee.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/2081608611709518870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/2081608611709518870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-twisted-my-knee.html' title='I twisted my knee'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-4162059823270822894</id><published>2010-05-03T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:13:41.684-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Lynn Redgrave  -RIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S971QdtrSrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Or6x4T7Of3k/s1600/MV5BMTI0MDExODg4MV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwNzg3Mjg5._V1._SX100_SY139_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S971QdtrSrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Or6x4T7Of3k/s200/MV5BMTI0MDExODg4MV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwNzg3Mjg5._V1._SX100_SY139_.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my all time favourite films is the horror comedy&lt;i&gt; Midnight &lt;/i&gt;where Lynn Redgrave played a late night horror hostess.&amp;nbsp; One of the many reasons I tried my hand at being a horror hostess back in college.&amp;nbsp; Her portrayal of the hippy mom in the movie version of &lt;i&gt;Jane Austen Book Club&lt;/i&gt; was a show stealer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm sad by the news that she died at age 67.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-4162059823270822894?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4162059823270822894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/lynn-redgrave-rip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4162059823270822894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4162059823270822894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/lynn-redgrave-rip.html' title='Lynn Redgrave  -RIP'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S971QdtrSrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Or6x4T7Of3k/s72-c/MV5BMTI0MDExODg4MV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwNzg3Mjg5._V1._SX100_SY139_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-1596864855683333064</id><published>2010-05-02T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T09:45:30.347-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Sofa Logic/Kitchen Logic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S92AQqrcAvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MuVjSVvemYs/s1600/janeslayre.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466666546520392434" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S92AQqrcAvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MuVjSVvemYs/s200/janeslayre.jpg" style="float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 142px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always have a stack of books on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Jane Slayre&lt;/span&gt;   for book club,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S92AQCkK9GI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_dqpE4dSS5o/s1600/cleaving.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466666535752496226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S92AQCkK9GI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_dqpE4dSS5o/s200/cleaving.jpg" style="float: left; height: 153px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 98px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;trying to finish off &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cleaving Meat Marriage Obsession&lt;/span&gt;,   and have started &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eat Pray Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Three very different books, for three very different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading Cleaving off and on for over a month, and since it's a hardcover book, been keeping it in the kitchen where I can sit at the table and read it open faced.  You can tell it's been living in the kitchen as it's sleeve is covered in splatters of tea, coffee, hot chocolate and I think even the broth from the ramen noodles.&lt;br /&gt;The other two, being softcover, I have been able to keep in the living room so that I can curl up on the sofa with them.&amp;nbsp; Not that the Jane Slayre is light.&amp;nbsp; If you have seen the original classic this monster-lit is based on, you know it's a large volume.&lt;br /&gt;Eat Pray Love,&amp;nbsp; has me wanting to curl up on my Yoga mat with.&amp;nbsp; Must be subliminal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S92AQZmZNaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kqisR8Z7XkY/s1600/eat_pray_love.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466666541935834530" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S92AQZmZNaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kqisR8Z7XkY/s200/eat_pray_love.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 130px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-1596864855683333064?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1596864855683333064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/sofa-logickitchen-logic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/1596864855683333064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/1596864855683333064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/05/sofa-logickitchen-logic.html' title='Sofa Logic/Kitchen Logic'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S92AQqrcAvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MuVjSVvemYs/s72-c/janeslayre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-2633920190133159391</id><published>2010-04-30T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:31:45.136-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Homemade Ramen #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S9sg4tN5hMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jliK8L_iRmI/s1600/P1010643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S9sg4tN5hMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jliK8L_iRmI/s320/P1010643.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 cups water&lt;br /&gt;1 vegetable bouillon cube&lt;br /&gt;1 cup frozen vegetables (broccoli, onion, green beans, red peppers, mushroom)&lt;br /&gt;1 serving of noodles&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon of minced garlic&lt;br /&gt;parsley&lt;br /&gt;a half can of baby corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boil water, add frozen vegetables, add noodles, stir. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Add garlic, parsley and bouillon cube.&amp;nbsp; Stir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Drain baby corn then add just as you are turning off the heat.&amp;nbsp; Stir and let sit for about 5 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Should serve 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S9shGmR3VPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qivZHs9lG5k/s1600/P1010645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S9shGmR3VPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qivZHs9lG5k/s320/P1010645.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the noodles in bulk at the Dollar Store.&amp;nbsp; What at first looked like two servings of noodles, turned out to actually be 8.&amp;nbsp; Which made it even better for the money.&amp;nbsp; One package was only $1,&amp;nbsp; and because it looked to be only two servings per package, I picked up three packages. So for $3 I got my money's worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-2633920190133159391?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2633920190133159391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/homemade-ramen-7.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/2633920190133159391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/2633920190133159391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/homemade-ramen-7.html' title='Homemade Ramen #7'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S9sg4tN5hMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jliK8L_iRmI/s72-c/P1010643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-5381238396444544171</id><published>2010-04-30T08:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:04:37.407-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>I did good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S9rUHcPbgAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jn6mOHyrpYg/s1600/9781439153666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S9rUHcPbgAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jn6mOHyrpYg/s320/9781439153666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465914322072600578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You might have heard me say that I was reading this book this week for review. &lt;br /&gt;I posted the review on my book blog &lt;a href="http://pushersink.blogspot.com"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;(under my other account/real name)&lt;br /&gt;I really really liked this book. I've done reviews before and suffered with the whole thing.  In case you haven't picked up on things,  if I don't like something I'm not afraid to say so.  Yes, I've given a bad review before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kitchen House &lt;/span&gt;was a brilliant read.&lt;br /&gt;The author Kathleen Grissom is a wonderful writer, and given the topic of her novel, a very brave woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke this morning to find a personal thank you message in my email from her. &lt;br /&gt;In the past, I've only heard back from press agents and publishers.  So, to hear from the author herself, that totally made my week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-5381238396444544171?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5381238396444544171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-did-good.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5381238396444544171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5381238396444544171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-did-good.html' title='I did good!'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S9rUHcPbgAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jn6mOHyrpYg/s72-c/9781439153666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-8332520388393669301</id><published>2010-04-29T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T16:54:52.170-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Why do I bother making plans?</title><content type='html'>So much for my day of getting to blog.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My sister the Goddess, is moving this weekend.&amp;nbsp; Her and her boyfriend, which I mentioned few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she called me asking me to come over as she had a few boxes of stuff for me to go through.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up not being able to carry any of it home anyway, so at some point she's suppose to get her boyfriend (the Married Man) to drop it off.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And her last sentence as I was going out her door to come home "you have to get used to him; he's here to stay"&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get used to him, I don't trust him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was there, she was trying to help me figure out the caller id on my new phone. When she picked up my phone she asked me who the guy was.&amp;nbsp; "This your new boyfriend?"&amp;nbsp; sister asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not seeing anyone. Who you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The guy on your phone?" she replied.&amp;nbsp; I had no idea at first who she was meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What guy? Someone call and I miss it?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She held up my cell phone towards me. "The photo of the guy, stupid.&amp;nbsp; Is this your new boyfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No why?" it was a wallpaper of Mr. S. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister raised an eyebrow at me and made a &lt;i&gt;hmm&lt;/i&gt; sound. Again I asked her why she asked.&amp;nbsp; She handed me back my phone and simply asked me was I sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain something.&amp;nbsp; My sister has this uncanny way of knowing certain things before they come to pass.&amp;nbsp; Is she psychic?&amp;nbsp; She says she's not, but I've seen her predict stuff months before it happens.&amp;nbsp; She's pointed out my boyfriends like this before in the past, weeks before I ended up involved with them.&amp;nbsp; Not just me, friends and co-workers of hers too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-8332520388393669301?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8332520388393669301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-do-i-bother-making-plans.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8332520388393669301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8332520388393669301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-do-i-bother-making-plans.html' title='Why do I bother making plans?'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-3727507728010909098</id><published>2010-04-29T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:11:03.185-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>April 29th 2010</title><content type='html'>This will be my bloggy day of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No that does not mean I will not be blogging today.&amp;nbsp; Total opposite, I plan on filling out a few posts today and possibly even setting them on timer to pop up over the next few days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done anything in over a week on the fictional blog that I started earlier in the month, nor have I done anything on the cooking blog in about two weeks either.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however blog yesterday on my &lt;a href="http://pushersink.blogspot.com/"&gt;book blog &lt;/a&gt;I finally finished reading the&lt;i&gt; Kitchen House&lt;/i&gt; by Kathleen Grissom. Took me over a week to read the 400 pages - well little under 400 pages, more like 367 pages- which was longer then I had hoped, and the review was a day late.&amp;nbsp; But it was just one of those weeks where things kept getting in the way of reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a recipe journal when I was out at the book store last Saturday, and still have not had a chance to sit down with it and look it over.&amp;nbsp; I've been wanting one for awhile now, and when I saw it was on sale for $9.99 Canadian, (normal price $17.99) I had to scoop it up. The little blank paged diary I have been using for the last decade to write down all my recipes had fallen apart, the spine broken and was being held together by elastics.&amp;nbsp; So that will be maybe this weekends project, recopying my recipes into the new recipe journal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-3727507728010909098?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3727507728010909098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-29th-2010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3727507728010909098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3727507728010909098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-29th-2010.html' title='April 29th 2010'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-6852166448292514685</id><published>2010-04-27T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:49:46.416-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Don't crowd the Mushrooms</title><content type='html'>Whoo!&amp;nbsp; This makes post 101! Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No this is not a cooking post.&amp;nbsp; I was having a chat with my mom about religion... yeah I know stupid of me.&amp;nbsp; Not even too sure how we got on the topic but we did.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I walked away from the chat having learned that trying to have a serious conversation with my mother is just not a possibility.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And for some crazed reason, I got the line stuck in my head from the movie &lt;i&gt;Julie/Julia&lt;/i&gt; from when she's telling her blog readers not to crowd the mushrooms or they won't brown, and says "are you listening to me. Whoever you are?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I felt.&amp;nbsp; Like the mushrooms were crowded and they just were not browning and I needed to tell ... someone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-6852166448292514685?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6852166448292514685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-crowd-mushrooms.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/6852166448292514685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/6852166448292514685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-crowd-mushrooms.html' title='Don&apos;t crowd the Mushrooms'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-1676587929834032726</id><published>2010-04-27T22:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:52:59.833-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><title type='text'>I'm getting scared</title><content type='html'>BP and her boyfriend/husband are hitting my blog every half hour.  This is insane! There is no one else listed on my hits tracker other then them. &lt;br /&gt;What the hell are they wanting?  I'm actually starting to get frightened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom keeps saying they will get bored and stop.  Mel doesn't think so, he thinks they'll keep at it till the drive me off the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, If it wasn't for the fact I've put 3 years into the blog in question, I would close it down.  But, I have steady readers on that blog, and I have worked so hard on it over the last 3 years.  I'm ready to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-1676587929834032726?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1676587929834032726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-getting-scared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/1676587929834032726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/1676587929834032726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-getting-scared.html' title='I&apos;m getting scared'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-969665387526455633</id><published>2010-04-27T08:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T08:24:44.056-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><title type='text'>Move the blog</title><content type='html'>"You own the url domain right?"&amp;nbsp; My buddy GT asked me.&lt;br /&gt;"Um yeah Mom does actually. It was my christmas gift."&lt;br /&gt;"Then re-set up the blog on another account and just don't ask her to post. Simple."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I think of that before? Instead of all this freaking out and getting mad?&amp;nbsp; So it would mean loosing all the work she's done since October, which is half the WWE posts. But, it might be worth it for the piece of mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-969665387526455633?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/969665387526455633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/move-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/969665387526455633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/969665387526455633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/move-blog.html' title='Move the blog'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-3282022706846155898</id><published>2010-04-26T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T19:50:36.451-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><title type='text'>Family fun time?</title><content type='html'>Text message read like this&amp;nbsp; "We're having mother's day brunch at our new place next sunday. You're invited."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister the Goddess.&amp;nbsp; I called my mom to ask her if it was her idea.&amp;nbsp; She swears it's not. I said more then once that my sister and I don't really talk.&amp;nbsp; I honestly don' t know if I can sit through an hour with her and her boyfriend the Married Man and his kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-3282022706846155898?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3282022706846155898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-fun-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3282022706846155898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3282022706846155898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-fun-time.html' title='Family fun time?'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-8377248494141318650</id><published>2010-04-25T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:39:07.871-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><title type='text'>Crap is being stirred</title><content type='html'>"If you want to be taken seriously don't do A, B and C.&amp;nbsp; And your spelling is terrible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the main message I just received from Blog Partner's husband.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Um, excuse me, I didn't ask for your thoughts on the matter.&amp;nbsp; What does it matter to you if my blogging is less then perfect? I don't even know you.&amp;nbsp; Not too mention the fact that BP hasn't done anything in months. I keep asking her if she wants to leave the blog because of either not having the time or interest anymore and she keeps saying she will be back soon as her legal issues are over and they move.&amp;nbsp; They've moved and the legal issues are over a month ago.&amp;nbsp; Only I can't delete her from the wrestling blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a really bad feeling about this.&amp;nbsp; They have been hitting my blogs like crazy in the last few days. My hits tracker is lit up with their ip address.&amp;nbsp; And every time I would ask what was up, BP would say "it wasn't us. There are other people on the planet who live in our area."&lt;br /&gt;I never got hits from that area till they moved there last month.&amp;nbsp; Something is not right and I'm not sure what I can do about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-8377248494141318650?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8377248494141318650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/crap-is-being-stirred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8377248494141318650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8377248494141318650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/crap-is-being-stirred.html' title='Crap is being stirred'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-8846730593921699873</id><published>2010-04-24T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T18:13:51.383-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>You are who you hang with</title><content type='html'>They say you can judge a lot about a person by the people they call friends.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know I have judged people that way in the past, so I know I've been judged that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what my current friendships have to say about me?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Well, first let's break them down into two main categories shall we.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Offline or the physical world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Online friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Okay, so my physical world friends include my friend the Nurse, my friend in Edmonton, Darius, my buddy GT&amp;nbsp; and the Wiccan.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;My buddy GT lives in Toronto as does the Wiccan, and well my friend in Edmonton lives in Edmonton.&amp;nbsp; That is a 27 hour Greyhound bus ride if I ever want to see them, so that just doesn't happen. It's been 3 years since I got to see any of them.&lt;br /&gt;My friend the Nurse lives in town, but she works shift work and we only get to see each other twice a year once in the summer and once at the holidays.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Darius spends all this time with his band and whomever his latest girlfriend is so I rarely see him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Not much friend time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, both the Nurse and my friend in Edmonton &lt;i&gt;(I am not even sure if I've mentioned her on here before or not, and I'm just too lazy to look through the blog)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;they are my oldest friends.&amp;nbsp; Known them for 30 years (Nurse) and 25 years (Edmonton) both have been married for over a decade. The Nurse = 16 years married.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Edmonton = 12 years married.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Both have 3 kids, ironically both had 2 girls and 1 boy.&amp;nbsp; Ironically both had twins.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S9NsVGX14RI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JZVhmlYEVkg/s1600/P1010267-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S9NsVGX14RI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JZVhmlYEVkg/s320/P1010267-1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And my online friends&amp;nbsp; are Mel, Social Disorder Girl, Blog Partner, Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;SDG is married with 4 kids, Mel is single but crazy about this one chick who he does not have the guts to tell, BP is married and Joshua is single. &lt;br /&gt;SDG, BP and Joshua are very skeptical with everything and very negative.&amp;nbsp; Lately, I just don't want anything to do with them. They are people I have only ever known on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has brought this up today ?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Couple of things.&amp;nbsp; One, was an article I read on Yahoo.ca that talked about how men react to your friends, and today's Book Club meeting.&amp;nbsp; I blogged about that over on the new blog&lt;a href="http://domesticanddamned2.blogspot.com/2010/04/book-dork-is-in-part-4.html"&gt; here&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got more then excited about the idea of maybe meeting a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;She seems very professional in everything she does, and the fact she has a masters degree in English Lit, as well as working on her Law degree made me feel, well like a slug. But, the more we talked, the more we found we have in common.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;Photo by Me copyright hcvp'07&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-8846730593921699873?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8846730593921699873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-are-who-you-hang-with.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8846730593921699873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8846730593921699873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-are-who-you-hang-with.html' title='You are who you hang with'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S9NsVGX14RI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JZVhmlYEVkg/s72-c/P1010267-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-6653006728741393824</id><published>2010-04-22T18:54:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:10:08.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>It's been a 3 Ramen day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S9DWoN-3BgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QrP_H1Ejcbc/s1600/P1010590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S9DWoN-3BgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QrP_H1Ejcbc/s320/P1010590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463102334436836866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photo by ME copyright hcvp 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 package of  ramen at lunch and 2 packages for supper.  Why?  Because I was too lazy to cook anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and I spent the last few hours doing my main wrestling column.  Only, the show was so bad this week.  All it was was skits and talk. They had almost no matches.  I have to say this was the worst of my columns too. I was so bored that I didn't even pretend to be professional, just said that I wasn't going to talk about them this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between, I reposted some of my old blog stuff on the &lt;a href="http://domesticanddamned2.blogspot.com"&gt;new blog&lt;/a&gt;, and was chatting with Mel because of one of the posts.  I had pointed out back few months ago that Mr. S. had this habit. Within a few days of my blogging about it, he stopped it.&lt;br /&gt;I went on to make the comment in that post, that when you find too many faults in your heroes, they loose their glitter.  They become just men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, Mr. S.  has been almost trying to prove that, that's all he is.  Just a man. He talked on his blog this week about how he spends his free time collecting comics and playing video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um yeah exciting right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-6653006728741393824?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6653006728741393824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-3-ramen-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/6653006728741393824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/6653006728741393824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-3-ramen-day.html' title='It&apos;s been a 3 Ramen day'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S9DWoN-3BgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QrP_H1Ejcbc/s72-c/P1010590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-435852953852747575</id><published>2010-04-22T08:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T08:08:38.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><title type='text'>What do you love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://domesticanddamned2.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love.html"&gt;The "I Love"  post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be a nice way to get things started over on the new blog.  So, come over and let me know what's on our love list&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-435852953852747575?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/435852953852747575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-do-you-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/435852953852747575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/435852953852747575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-do-you-love.html' title='What do you love?'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-7681925615684938054</id><published>2010-04-21T21:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:10:44.451-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Friends and Lovers</title><content type='html'>Okay, not too sure where to go with this one.  I know what's sitting in the back of my mind, and I know what I kind of want to get across.  Just so you know,  it is 6 PM as I start this, let's see how long it takes me to sort out my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that old joke "Coffee Tea or Me"  well, because of a conversation with my buddy Mel, I decided to post a poll on my other blog.  Our conversation was about how more men are drinking tea then coffee.&lt;br /&gt;He hit my blog for something else and decided to vote on the poll.  Guess what he picked.  Yeah, kinda shocked me that he voted for well, me.   I let him know he isn't my type. Which I thought he had already known.  He's been extremely quiet all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this rule of not mixing my male friendships with sexual ones.  I keep them separate, very separate. I can't even tell you why I do.&lt;br /&gt;No that's not completely true, I do things this way so that when I do find that guy who I am both sexually attracted to and respect beyond everything, I'll know I've finally found the right guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're wondering if Mr. S.  is that guy.  I'm wondering it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had a conversation with Mr. S.   Unless of course you count my blog and the stuff he's done on the show/written in his blog lately.   Never met him.  But I respect him and think him to be the greatest thing since well, sliced bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I'm getting at after all this; everyone of my friends say that your mate should be your best friend.  Only one of my friends actually says that her husband is.  Everyone else says "they should be but they're not" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I on the right track?   Am I loosing my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel, my buddy Darius and even my mom all think that Mr. S. is trying to cryptically ... keep my attention.&lt;br /&gt;SDG and Joshua  do not. &lt;br /&gt;In a really really weird way, I feel like I am friends with Mr. S. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's 9PM and I still have no clue what I'm trying to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-7681925615684938054?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7681925615684938054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/friends-and-lovers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/7681925615684938054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/7681925615684938054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/friends-and-lovers.html' title='Friends and Lovers'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-1081921511547387527</id><published>2010-04-20T10:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:01:04.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Let me point you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S83Bbb9rvUI/AAAAAAAAADg/IpkMNi9yzbg/s1600/meezBodyshot300x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S83Bbb9rvUI/AAAAAAAAADg/IpkMNi9yzbg/s320/meezBodyshot300x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462234600177384770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the bottom of the right side of the blog.&lt;br /&gt;I installed a Networks Follow button from Facebook.   So, hey if you want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I just got a new book in the mail from another publishing company.  That's 3 companies in the last 4 months.  Not too bad Eh?  I guess I'm better at it then I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those morning where the TO-DO List is just overwhelming.  Not helping that my shoulder is killing me.  My good shoulder too.&lt;br /&gt;When I was out with mom yesterday, the bus driver took off before I had a chance to sit down, so there's me tumbling back hard into the seat.  Not the actual seat part but the metal handle on the side. After a few minutes I figured I was fine, could move my arm no problems, my bra felt like it was digging into the back abit but otherwise, I was fine.   With the O.I. every thing is a potential break when you get bumped.  When I got home last night, got undressed and my shoulder seemed slightly swollen but I could still move it.  Today, it's as tight as a doorknob and a bruise is forming. Hopefully a few muscle relaxers will be all that's needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off to try and get some stuff done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-1081921511547387527?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1081921511547387527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-me-point-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/1081921511547387527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/1081921511547387527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-me-point-you.html' title='Let me point you'/><author><name>Domestic and Damned</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S_FdsJTuGLI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dhzt3qFXbTg/S220/Slide1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mulf2E6S4j0/S83Bbb9rvUI/AAAAAAAAADg/IpkMNi9yzbg/s72-c/meezBodyshot300x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-1222208278368355550</id><published>2010-04-19T23:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:58:00.803-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><title type='text'>Bumped into the WannaBe Socialite</title><content type='html'>Was out with mom for a few hours, and when we went past Lush Cosmetics, we heard this "Hey"&lt;div&gt;Well, it was more like a "HHEAAEEYY!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just waiting, dreading, counting the seconds until I heard her very fake  "darling"  after it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn around and there was Sophia, the Wannabe socialite.   I've talked about her before.  Anyway, her sister used to work at Lush before she had the baby, and I guess she got her the job.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looked worse then I felt and I have been feeling like a something a zombie has vomited lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She hugged my mom.  Mom made a polite noise as she flinched.   Mom does not hug.   I do not hug (unless it's a very hot man whom I'm involved with)  then gave us the "tour" of the 10 foot by 13 foot shop that has been there for the last 6 years that I have spent more time hanging out in then she has working.  Cause, used to be friends with her sister.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She informed me she follows me on my twitter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would get her nowhere, as the twitter she has is my business one. The only thing I twitter on that account is wrestling updates.  So, how boring for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she hugged me as we were leaving.  Let me rephrase that, she grabbed me hitching my sweater as she clung on to me.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very uncomfortable.  Did I mention I don't hug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-1222208278368355550?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1222208278368355550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/bumped-into-wannabe-socialite.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/1222208278368355550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/1222208278368355550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/bumped-into-wannabe-socialite.html' title='Bumped into the WannaBe Socialite'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-9120296356209431502</id><published>2010-04-19T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T17:43:32.139-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>April 19th 2010</title><content type='html'>My Grandmother died in 1999 on April 19th.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I did really good for most the day not thinking about the date.&amp;nbsp; Then I read a blog post that had me doing nothing but thinking about her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot Mr. S.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (I'll get to it in a second)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted on&lt;a href="http://andrewandthealuminumsidings.blogspot.com/"&gt; my main blog&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;not too long ago about having to give up the silliness I was posting.&amp;nbsp; I had spent all of 2009 posting about Mr. S.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; in a way that would have had anyone reading it thinking I was a 12 year old at a Backstreet Boy concert.&amp;nbsp; When I had my birthday last month, I said that was it.&amp;nbsp; I did one final blog post the night before my 36th saying it was the end of the crazed fan stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mr. S.'s blog was about his love for video games and comic books and how he never plans on growing up, that if you feel like being a kid and being goofy then do it no matter how old you actually are.&amp;nbsp; Then he made a comment about having lost a close friend in the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;Boom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It's like he hit me with a chair shot to the skull.&amp;nbsp; You have heard me talk on here before about how most of the people in my social circle are thinking what I am thinking about Mr. S.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That he's using his blog to communicate with me, because of the restrictions the company has on the wrestlers talking direct to fans.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;This post today could be seen that way.&amp;nbsp; It could be that he actually does enjoy my wacked out dribble that I call a sense of humour.&amp;nbsp; Or you know, he might have just been feeling the weight of his friend. (to be fair Mr. S. did not say if the friend was just ill or if the friend had indeed died.&amp;nbsp; He just said stroke)&lt;br /&gt;My buddy Mel keeps reminding me that if the company does go into ruin, which most wrestling fans and journalists are believing,&amp;nbsp; that Mr. S. will no longer have a gag order.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Darius says the same thing, don't give up hope.&amp;nbsp; Wait it out and just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is this,&amp;nbsp; right now I'm fresh out of believing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-9120296356209431502?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/9120296356209431502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-19th-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/9120296356209431502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/9120296356209431502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-19th-2010.html' title='April 19th 2010'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-8959145252206552008</id><published>2010-04-18T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:10:41.406-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Dude, all that heavy lifting</title><content type='html'>Okay, I did it.&lt;br /&gt;Got the new blog started that will be the ONE blog.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://domesticanddamned2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Domestic and Damned&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be posting on here for the rest of the year, as that was the original plan.&amp;nbsp; One year for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've added a few lighter blog posts from my other blogs to the new one to give it the flavour of what the rest of my personality is like.&amp;nbsp; Just a few though.&amp;nbsp; Couple of silly things, couple of recipes, few horror movies that I saw while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll break out the serious stuff over the next few days I'm sure.&amp;nbsp; Just didn't want an empty blog so I thought go with the giggles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Huhh&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; It actually feels like a massive weight has been lifted in the last few hours since deciding this.&amp;nbsp; Crazy right?&amp;nbsp; Cause it's only a blog; but man does it feel great finally having it sorted out in my mind. See, I'm a blog addict.&amp;nbsp; So, this is like blogging rehab or something for me.&amp;nbsp; I don't feel so scattered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S8vIqeA9DII/AAAAAAAAAL4/mnZaOHqlcGU/s1600/Slide1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S8vIqeA9DII/AAAAAAAAAL4/mnZaOHqlcGU/s320/Slide1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-8959145252206552008?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8959145252206552008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/dude-all-that-heavy-lifting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8959145252206552008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8959145252206552008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/dude-all-that-heavy-lifting.html' title='Dude, all that heavy lifting'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S8vIqeA9DII/AAAAAAAAAL4/mnZaOHqlcGU/s72-c/Slide1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-1136770700682907949</id><published>2010-04-18T13:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T13:14:22.552-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>I am switching emails</title><content type='html'>You can still get me at the email listed currently with SITS, as I am not giving it up, but I have decided to create one blog, one email, one catch phrase for me. Which I know will take time to build. &lt;br /&gt;I hope before too long to get a domain name with it which will make everything easier for myself and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that said,  domesticanddamned@gmail.com  is the email I'll be using.  &lt;br /&gt;I'll try to figure out how to forward everything to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-1136770700682907949?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1136770700682907949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-switching-emails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/1136770700682907949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/1136770700682907949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-switching-emails.html' title='I am switching emails'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-6314275585363308413</id><published>2010-04-18T08:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:06:22.808-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><title type='text'>Target Audience</title><content type='html'>When you blog, you should blog for you.  Just like when creating anything, you should be the one happy with the end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then why is it that us bloggers tend to start catering to others?   We're all guilty of it. Lately, I've been really bad for it.&lt;br /&gt;In the last few years, I've silenced myself so much, which you might not think it from reading this, but I have, (you still only get about 20% of me on this thing the other 80% I haven't shown anyone online) that I don't even know who I am at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;My editor, my friend's mom and my buddy Joshua were all fairly shocked they said when they read my novel.  None of them were expecting such a raw side of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My writing is my real self.  Scratch that, my art.  Cause I do more then just novels. I draw (though not well) I sing (so I tell myself) write poetry (I'm fabulous there) I cook (you'll never starve) and I do video productions.   Thank god for youtube.  It makes me keep a timelimit on what I am creating, and it lets me have some satisfaction with an end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week's worth of posts on this blog are not censored. I did not hold back on my disgust and general feelings.    Some where along the way I started catering to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am asking you to ask yourself, take a good long look at your blog.  Read over your first week's posts and then read your most recent.   Have you bent from you for a target audience?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-6314275585363308413?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6314275585363308413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/target-audience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/6314275585363308413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/6314275585363308413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/target-audience.html' title='Target Audience'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-6923092197873623631</id><published>2010-04-17T22:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:02:20.619-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Okay so my topic today is</title><content type='html'>My topic today is one blog or one for each topic you blog about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been greedily asking everyone today. From my buddy Mel, to other bloggers, to my mom even.&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be a split 50% -50% in favour of each choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this nagging little voice all day long telling me it's time to combine my blogs, but at the same time I just don't want to give any up.  Some I have been working on for 4 years.  Very emotionally attached.  Silly, maybe but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's coming down to the fact I've spread myself over 3 accounts in the last 7 years, and I work on 4 blogs on a daily basis.  That leaves - I haven't even counted- other blogs I have that might not have been updated in a month or more. Part because those topics are not as important to me as they used to be, and part because they just don't get enough traffic.  I also don't want to close them down completely because I do not want to loose the urls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother actually found this a source of laughter today, that I have been putting so much thought into the situation.  She's not a blogger, but she is a Facebook junkie.  Yes, Facebook is my mother's homepage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all this of course brings up one more question,  do I pick one blog I already have as a baseline or just create a fresh one as a cover page ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's about the size of my world.  No bigger then a blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-6923092197873623631?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6923092197873623631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/okay-so-my-topic-today-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/6923092197873623631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/6923092197873623631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/okay-so-my-topic-today-is.html' title='Okay so my topic today is'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-7340747600263339963</id><published>2010-04-16T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:41:26.620-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Ramen Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S8iN60jGPMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NQm6fiDTTBU/s1600/ramengirl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S8iN60jGPMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NQm6fiDTTBU/s320/ramengirl.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've talked on here and on &lt;a href="http://mynewfiekitchen.blogspot.com/"&gt;my cooking blog&lt;/a&gt; about how our emotions effect the food we eat and how the food we eat in turn effects our emotions.&lt;br /&gt;This is not just a cute idea for a movie but fact. Though there have been a batch of movies that have used this as their plot point (Like Water for Chocolate, Simply Irresistible, Chocolate, Ramen Girl) &lt;br /&gt;No matter what your spiritual path, as a chef/foodie&amp;nbsp; you can not deny this theory.&amp;nbsp; It holds a lot of weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie Ramen Girl, is one of my favourites in the foodie genre.&amp;nbsp; And like &lt;i&gt;Julie/Julia &lt;/i&gt;it focuses on a woman who's life has just been turned upside down and using cooking to find her path in life, having to take a brave step in a direction she wouldn't have thought of before hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it was these two films (Ramen Girl and Julie/Julia) that inspired my doing this blog.&amp;nbsp; I have been in the last few weeks, taking a break from my personal goal of making the perfect bowl of ramen to doing other cooking adventures (currently on a curry kick) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plot:&amp;nbsp; After moving to Japan, the lead character's boyfriend dumps her leaving her with nothing but the apartment which is paid up for the year. With a job she needs a translator for and no friends or family, she finds herself sitting alone one night in a noodle shop crying. She soon learns that life brings you right where you are suppose to be even when the road is a hurtful one. She spends the next year learning how to be a ramen chef, and about her true self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4 months into this project and I haven't found my path as of yet. But I think cooking is one of the key ingredients. (no pun intended)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-7340747600263339963?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7340747600263339963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/ramen-girl.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/7340747600263339963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/7340747600263339963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/ramen-girl.html' title='Ramen Girl'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S8iN60jGPMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NQm6fiDTTBU/s72-c/ramengirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-4345182356420203166</id><published>2010-04-15T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T15:14:11.506-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Your Best Vegetarian/Vegan Recipe</title><content type='html'>Looking for some new ideas.&lt;br /&gt;I made scrambled tofu last night.&amp;nbsp; Super easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 package of soft tofu&lt;br /&gt;chili flakes&lt;br /&gt;garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup shredded cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me some of your favourite vegetarian/vegan recipes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-4345182356420203166?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4345182356420203166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-best-vegetarianvegan-recipe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4345182356420203166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4345182356420203166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-best-vegetarianvegan-recipe.html' title='Your Best Vegetarian/Vegan Recipe'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-2919982970014227171</id><published>2010-04-15T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T14:40:58.130-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><title type='text'>Take the job already</title><content type='html'>My sister the Goddess just started a new job at christmas time.&amp;nbsp; The company is closing it's office here in a few months.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has been offered a transfer to London Ontario.&amp;nbsp; My sister refuses to take that job. It would even have full benefits if she did.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If it were me, I would be packed already.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Her reasoning,&amp;nbsp; the Married Man.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, he's really got her around his little finger.&amp;nbsp; Oh wait for it,&amp;nbsp; they just got an apartment together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, still trying to wrap my head around that situation has he's not totally left his wife.&amp;nbsp; Can you tell I don't like this guy at all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-2919982970014227171?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2919982970014227171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/take-job-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/2919982970014227171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/2919982970014227171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/take-job-already.html' title='Take the job already'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-5308038168186520737</id><published>2010-04-15T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:43:47.451-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><title type='text'>Bad Websites Ethcis</title><content type='html'>I know most of the readers of RamenNoodles are from SITS, and as a blog  community you will understand where my disgust is coming from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am sitting here this morning checking emails and I see that TNARevolution&amp;nbsp; has posted today.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have admitted that I read their stuff for the injury reports and dvd releases.&amp;nbsp; This morning, I really wish I hadn't opened the email. Those of us who run sports fan sites might have just gotten a big hurt  on from the actions of these guys today.&lt;br /&gt;They did something that was just wrong.&amp;nbsp; I don't even know how they got the information to begin with but it crossed a moral line that should not have been crossed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are new to this blog, I'm talking about one of the wrestling blogs who is suppose to be the official fansite/spoiler sheet for TNA (Total Non-Stop Action Wrestling).&amp;nbsp; Yes I read the competition.&amp;nbsp; I do my reviews of the shows only.&lt;br /&gt;Those of us who are running fans sites for sports, any sport, have to remember that they are still people and deserve to have a private life.&amp;nbsp; That is why most wrestlers use stage names, just because they signed up for the spotlight does not mean their families have.&lt;br /&gt;TNARevolution seems to have panicked as of late, and are no longer playing fair. I sit here writing this wondering if I should even be naming them cause that is just giving them more press, but I'm disgusted by what they have done. &lt;br /&gt;Someone on their staff posted a private email between that wrestling company and a former employee. What does that have to do with anything?&amp;nbsp; Honestly, fans who read the spoilers for TNA do not need to know the very private lives of the wrestlers.&amp;nbsp; It boggles my mind how low some of these other guys will go for readers.&amp;nbsp; Do they have hundreds of followers, yes they do.&amp;nbsp; Do I wish my wrestling blog had hundreds of followers, yes I do but not like that.&amp;nbsp; It just seems that since things chanced in the wrestling company itself in the last few months, so have the people supporting it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little leaked out piece of information on that site makes me suspicious of who they are really working for and why? &lt;br /&gt;I honestly hope it's just a case of the staff at that website trying to out do the rest of us and nothing more.&amp;nbsp; But seriously, if that is the case, what are you afraid of?&amp;nbsp; That you will loose readers if you just have columns that are straight up reviews/spoilers and injury reports?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Last I checked, that was all we as sport reporters/reviewers were suppose to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-5308038168186520737?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5308038168186520737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/bad-websites-ethcis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5308038168186520737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5308038168186520737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/bad-websites-ethcis.html' title='Bad Websites Ethcis'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-172603590329308888</id><published>2010-04-14T08:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:29:17.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Is this going to work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S27Iii-GP0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/hBQdJ39As3c/s1600/P1010295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S27Iii-GP0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/hBQdJ39As3c/s320/P1010295.jpg" width="320" border="0" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photo by Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been saying for a while now I'd like to try writing a blog in character.  &lt;br /&gt;Only, I haven't fleshed out my character enough.  I want the blog to be real enough but not have people upset because it is a fictional character.&lt;br /&gt;How far should I go with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran the idea by Mel yesterday, let him see what I have written and his reaction was "it's too you. Anyone can tell it's you writing this."&lt;br /&gt;He thinks I can't do it. That I'm not a good enough writer to create an entire world straight up on a blog.  Now I have to prove him wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My questions are these    1) do I put a disclaimer on that blog stating that it's a fictional character?&lt;br /&gt;2) Should I link the blog to a blog network?&lt;br /&gt;3) What are the internet ethics in something like this? Are there any?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For any other writers out there, what do you think?  Have you tried this?&lt;br /&gt;I think a disclaimer on that blog would be a good idea given I can't shake the thought of one.  I do know that is how the &lt;i&gt;Bridget Jones' Diary&lt;/i&gt; series was started. So the idea should be solid... okay, I'm going to link that blog here in this post, for anyone interested in reading what I'm getting on about.&lt;br /&gt;Some honest feedback would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://popcubes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Poptarts and Sugarcubes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even given the character a name yet. I need to do that today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-172603590329308888?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/172603590329308888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-this-going-to-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/172603590329308888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/172603590329308888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-this-going-to-work.html' title='Is this going to work?'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S27Iii-GP0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/hBQdJ39As3c/s72-c/P1010295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-5912725620357171867</id><published>2010-04-12T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:34:35.391-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Bitter like Lemons</title><content type='html'>You're cooking is always effected by your mood.&lt;br /&gt;In my case tonight, it was lemons.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I read something that seemed odd in Mr. S's blog post today.&amp;nbsp; Short and pointless it was, and almost like he... like he was replying to something I had said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;My Blog Partner refuses to believe that he would.&amp;nbsp; Mel says BP is jealous because none of her stuff is being used on the shows. Okay, I'll buy that.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make a cake to get my mind off things.&amp;nbsp; I chose a lemon cake with a lemon icing.&amp;nbsp; The cake turned out fine, but the icing didn't work. It ended up more a glaze. And everything got sticky.&amp;nbsp; Sticky and bitter.&amp;nbsp; Not too mention I found cuts on my hands I had no idea I had once the lemon juice hit them. Not fun. &lt;br /&gt;It would be nice for once to have some actual real emotional/spiritual support from my friends instead of all this ... doubt.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I plan on having my cake and eating it too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-5912725620357171867?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5912725620357171867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/bitter-like-lemons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5912725620357171867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5912725620357171867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/bitter-like-lemons.html' title='Bitter like Lemons'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-4147642577269445859</id><published>2010-04-11T12:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T12:51:27.589-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Ever notice that Cumin smells like BO?</title><content type='html'>I have been trying my hand at curries the last few weeks.  Can't seem to get them right.  It's driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;First time I did not have any cumin, so I loaded it up with turmeric.  Love the smell of turmeric that's a very inviting scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to the store and picked up a package of cumin.   My kitchen promptly started to smell of it.  Too bad it smells like sweat.   I don't know if that means the package I had was bad or if cumin actually smells like that.   Either way, I can't seem to get the pantry to smell of anything but the cumin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-4147642577269445859?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4147642577269445859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/ever-notice-that-cumin-smells-like-bo.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4147642577269445859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4147642577269445859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/ever-notice-that-cumin-smells-like-bo.html' title='Ever notice that Cumin smells like BO?'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-728386020057853602</id><published>2010-04-07T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T10:53:01.456-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>I don't know what to say</title><content type='html'>"Did you read Mr. S's blog this week?"&amp;nbsp; Darius asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I did and I'm trying to pretend it doesn't say what I know it says."&amp;nbsp; I replied.&lt;br /&gt;"You have an uncanny ability to make a big deal about nothing just be yourself forget the consequence"&amp;nbsp; Darius retorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let me fill you all in on this.&amp;nbsp; Mr. S. is in a band on his free time.&amp;nbsp; Darius finds this very funny as he himself is a drummer, and he knows how I feel about the whole music scene.&amp;nbsp; I've talked about Deacon before on here, my ex who ripped me apart.&amp;nbsp; Deacon was/is a musician/dj/actor here in town.&amp;nbsp; I've been around musicians for most of my life between my older cousin Billy, to my ex Deacon, to my buddies GT, Mr. B. and their band back in high school/college and their bands since, and now Darius.&amp;nbsp; I've seen the way things are handled in that life.&amp;nbsp; Finding out Mr. S. is in a band kind of shattered my reality the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when it looked like maybe just maybe things were hitting a positive note it all falls flat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-728386020057853602?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/728386020057853602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-know-what-to-say.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/728386020057853602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/728386020057853602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title='I don&apos;t know what to say'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-8402512038460279294</id><published>2010-04-05T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T11:36:06.176-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Monday 11:27AM</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here now at my kitchen table, the window open, nice breeze coming through, thinking, how many others use their kitchen for their work space?&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer to have a little desk in a room with a proper office feel, but life isn't playing that way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The trash needs to go out, but my back is bothering me so much today not even sure I want to attempt to climb the stairs with the trash.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blog Partner is suppose to be doing a profile today on the blog.&amp;nbsp; I agreed to cover her column yet again this week if she did the profile.&amp;nbsp; Should I hold my breath?&amp;nbsp; We usually only do profiles on a wrestler after their death.&amp;nbsp; I want to start to do them weekly or at least monthly, while the wrestlers are still alive.&amp;nbsp; Keep hoping that someone at one of the major wrestling magazines will discover the blog and give us some support or a job or something.&amp;nbsp; Am I wishing too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S7oC1g6Fk5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/kDfxKjFsLGQ/s1600-h/Slide1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="102" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S7oC1g6Fk5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/kDfxKjFsLGQ/s320/Slide1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blindtag.com/"&gt;BlindTag.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-8402512038460279294?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8402512038460279294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/monday-1127am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8402512038460279294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8402512038460279294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/04/monday-1127am.html' title='Monday 11:27AM'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S7oC1g6Fk5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/kDfxKjFsLGQ/s72-c/Slide1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-5250214269241308807</id><published>2010-03-31T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:52:32.797-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>A blogger's blog</title><content type='html'>"That's all you."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mel replied to me after he had read the link I sent him last night around midnight. "You're the one who said that they didn't have enough promo time and that you gave them all that 'blog time' and that they were getting whatever the equivalent of air time was on your blog. This, this new blog the company has them doing each week, it's all you. You bitched and screamed and someone listened. SOMEONE listened. So shut up about not being respected. You got this gig for them.&amp;nbsp; And they're talking to you."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S31n-MtQW5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Ya5Z35QXSa4/s1600-h/meezBodyshot300x400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S31n-MtQW5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Ya5Z35QXSa4/s200/meezBodyshot300x400.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See now, I want to believe Mel. I half way do, but they have not come right out and said my name or my blog or anything to single me out.&amp;nbsp; And as much as I hate to admit that anything Joshua has said about the business might be more then just his grumpiness towards not making it; when he said last month during our fight that unless they single me out there is no way to know 100%.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I do not want to think in a negative way.&amp;nbsp; I want to; and am going to believe that I was what gave them the idea for this new 'blog time'&amp;nbsp; that they have been doing the last 3 weeks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 single blog posts on the weeks that they have curiously not been on the show.&amp;nbsp; Oh but hang on, Mel believes that they were talking to me in a round about way in each post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the &lt;a href="http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/second-opinion.html"&gt;bottom half of a post I wrote &lt;/a&gt;at the beginning of the month, when Mel pointed out that Mr. S. might not be allowed to reply to me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mel then pointed out a few things in this new company blog Mr. S. is doing that connect to things I have written about on my main blog.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting weird, and exciting, and more complicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-5250214269241308807?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5250214269241308807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/bloggers-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5250214269241308807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5250214269241308807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/bloggers-blog.html' title='A blogger&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S31n-MtQW5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Ya5Z35QXSa4/s72-c/meezBodyshot300x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-3625538052105183743</id><published>2010-03-28T12:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T12:26:01.632-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>My Chest Hurts</title><content type='html'>The little bones in my chest are hurting today, can't really get a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;That's the leftovers from the many broken bones I've had over the years.  Little aches and pains for no real reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the dvd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner with Friends  &lt;/span&gt;last night when I was at the grocery. It was in the $3 clearance bin. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S6-Bz5u3RuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Sju-WY2d1RQ/s1600/DinnerwithFriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S6-Bz5u3RuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Sju-WY2d1RQ/s320/DinnerwithFriends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453720402439653090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had seen it few years ago but didn't remember much on it.  Was hoping to review it for my cooking blog, but sadly, there isn't really a lot to do with the actual food.  It's more a prop or backdrop then center piece.&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea either that it was based on a play or that a major Canadian producer/director had done this one.  Goes to show what you learn when you pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;But for those who have not seen this film, it's about two couples who have been friends for over a decade and the ripple effect the divorce of the one couple has on the other.  What you end up with is 4 relationships that have broken down in very different ways, almost like the two sets of best friends are the ones going through the divorce and not just the one couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we have to hand it to Julie/Julia, as a new standard for food movies has now been set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-3625538052105183743?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3625538052105183743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-chest-hurts.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3625538052105183743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3625538052105183743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-chest-hurts.html' title='My Chest Hurts'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S6-Bz5u3RuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Sju-WY2d1RQ/s72-c/DinnerwithFriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-3549749512483732974</id><published>2010-03-27T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T08:44:43.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>8:33 am on a Saturday</title><content type='html'>I survived getting older. I didn't think I would but I did.&amp;nbsp; I had pictured myself curled up on the floor just giving up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dramatic yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week went like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stood in line for wrestling tickets on my birthday. Blogged about the insanity of it on my main blog (but will repost it here later)&lt;br /&gt;*Had lunch with my mother.&amp;nbsp; Now obsessed with figuring out the recipe for the pink grapefruit vinaigrette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S638ooCOkwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qGjiylHbJTM/s1600-h/cleaving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S638ooCOkwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qGjiylHbJTM/s1600/cleaving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*Bought the book &lt;i&gt;Cleaving a Story of Marriage Meat and Obsession&lt;/i&gt; by Julie Powell. And I'll do a post on that book too in a few days as .... its not what I was expecting. &lt;br /&gt;*Spent the next two days doing nothing but drinking a bottle of wine and eating left over birthday cake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;*Did my Blog Partner's column for the wrestling blog once again. Did my own column two days late because of it not airing here on time. &lt;br /&gt;*Helped my buddy Mel with a bit of a meltdown.&amp;nbsp; Listened as my buddy Darius had a bit of a meltdown.&lt;br /&gt;*Weighed myself and see that from the wine and cake have gained 6 pounds. Am more depressed then at the start of the week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-3549749512483732974?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3549749512483732974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/833-am-on-saturday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3549749512483732974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3549749512483732974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/833-am-on-saturday.html' title='8:33 am on a Saturday'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S638ooCOkwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qGjiylHbJTM/s72-c/cleaving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-4092442720284827228</id><published>2010-03-22T07:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T07:24:04.230-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Oh my god! I'm 36</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S6dTAfCBj4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/7ZS19PwL4FY/s1600-h/meezBodyshot300x400-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S6dTAfCBj4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/7ZS19PwL4FY/s320/meezBodyshot300x400-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451417141750370178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it either.  Where did my last few years go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running an hour behind as it is, and still have not had coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-4092442720284827228?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4092442720284827228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-my-god-im-36.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4092442720284827228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4092442720284827228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-my-god-im-36.html' title='Oh my god! I&apos;m 36'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S6dTAfCBj4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/7ZS19PwL4FY/s72-c/meezBodyshot300x400-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-5128732864355288032</id><published>2010-03-21T18:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:08:58.438-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Gone? Gone Where?</title><content type='html'>If you have been reading this much you know I have had this thing for &lt;a href="http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-cant-i-have-caleb.html"&gt;Caleb&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You have also read that he's not from here originally.   Well, he's gone.  I found out he went back home. His work visa was up.&lt;br /&gt;Damn!   I had wondered why I hadn't seen him around the donut shop lately.  This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I like someone, there is something or someone that gets in the way.   Darius shrugged it off and told me not too worry that  "Mr. S. still likes you."  &lt;br /&gt;Well, where is that getting me right now?  If there is a ban on what Mr. S. is allowed to say because of the show, then what does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;And there is a pay-per-view event tonight and I'm missing it cause I'm poor.  The ticket I'm going to buy tomorrow, had to borrow the money from mom.     Let's hope I get at least that interview out of the wrestling event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hashbrown casserole and broccoli in cheese sauce for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-5128732864355288032?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5128732864355288032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/gone-gone-where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5128732864355288032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5128732864355288032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/gone-gone-where.html' title='Gone? Gone Where?'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-4842864315889804809</id><published>2010-03-20T18:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:28:48.323-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><title type='text'>4 pm Text</title><content type='html'>Front Row Y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what Darius sent me.  Monday I plan on getting up very early and going across town for a wrestling ticket.  I very much plan on having ring side.  I want to lean over the railing and be able to touch the wrestlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't try it, but I want to be that close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darius was very much disappointed last summer when the wrestling came through, so he's just going to get a seat wherever in the building.   Not me, disappointed or not, I want ring side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Partner  has pissed me off once again. Once again I did her column this week.  Which, you know in the long run is fine.  Because if I'm doing all the work, then I should get all the credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think it's time for some new friends don't you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegan chocolate cake for dinner.  It was... dry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-4842864315889804809?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4842864315889804809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/4-pm-text.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4842864315889804809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4842864315889804809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/4-pm-text.html' title='4 pm Text'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-5253791634614831148</id><published>2010-03-19T10:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:50:49.665-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I swear my mother hates me</title><content type='html'>For those of you who have been reading off and on lately, my rants, you know I headed over to my mothers the other day to bake as my oven was busted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was there, we sat down to watch tv while we waited for the bread to rise.&lt;br /&gt;It went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right there is a cooking show now on this channel."  mom said flipping the channel at warp speed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see they have really jumped on the foodie bandwagon, going for that MTV generation Eh?" I mindlessly said while trying to drink my coffee that was too hot. "Having a teenager host a cooking show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's not a teenager! She's a MARRIED woman!"  mom said huffily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it would seem to my mother, that being married is the magickal element that makes everyone either in the plus category or minus.&lt;br /&gt;I am in the minus. My sister the Goddess, who even though she's living with her boyfriend the Married Man,  and is 8 years younger then I am,  is still in the plus.  Oh it gets worse.  I could sit here and tell you about the last 36 years of my life &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(yes I am only 3 short days away from being the big 3-6 so might as well start referring to myself as that age)&lt;/span&gt; and how mom has showered my sister with everything under the sun and literally forgotten me at times... but I'm a big girl now so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.   the cooking show host is only 21. Just barely out of her teens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-5253791634614831148?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5253791634614831148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-swear-my-mother-hates-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5253791634614831148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5253791634614831148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-swear-my-mother-hates-me.html' title='I swear my mother hates me'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-4549754269758998951</id><published>2010-03-18T12:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T12:14:09.905-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>BREAD!</title><content type='html'>I promised, and I have it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and mom making a mess while making bread.   A comedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mynewfiekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/03/episode-4-of-my-newfie-kitchen.html"&gt;The Bread video &lt;/a&gt;(on my cooking blog cause I really want traffic on that blog)  is one I uploaded to youtube, and I am very hyper over the fact it had 19 views within the first 2 minutes of the upload.  It was not even done processing completely yet!  &lt;br /&gt;That might be all the views it ever gets but that is a record for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-4549754269758998951?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4549754269758998951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/bread.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4549754269758998951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4549754269758998951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/bread.html' title='BREAD!'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-1259955738192083807</id><published>2010-03-18T08:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:52:48.418-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>You are doing it wrong</title><content type='html'>I left a comment yesterday on SITS, with my morning roll call, asking the question "is it okay to point out to an official site they screwed up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I leave such randomness in my morning comments?  &lt;br /&gt;I have no idea, other then it was on my mind at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who semi-follow this blog,  you know that I do a wrestling blog.  One that has gotten some attention from the industry.  There are two big official "spoiler sheets"  one for each of the main wrestling companies.  &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the one who works for TNA screwed up.  They screwed up on their weekly review coverage of this week's show.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let them know.  &lt;br /&gt;I know when you have more then one blogger working on your staff things can get hairy.  It happens, and if you blog with partners or have co-blogged a few times you know it can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of doing an edit with a little "oooppps"  or even just an extra post, they took down the entire review and got someone else to redo it. &lt;br /&gt;I know this, because I subscribe to their email feeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are thinking why did I bother to do that?    Well, it is an official site for starters, and that will just reflect bad on them and the wrestling company they are connected to.   Not too mention so many fans go to that site for the updates if they missed an episode.  And since we've once again entered into what is called the "Monday Night Wars"  (both WWE and TNA are on the same nights at the same time now.)  many fans are choosing to watch one show and just get the review for the other.   In an odd way, it's the best thing that ever happened to us wrestling bloggers. We're the one's benefiting from this more then the wrestling companies themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicated and crazy isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I point out the screw up to what is technically my competition?  Cause they are an official site.    They get paid to do the reviews.  I'm running just a fan based site which is not  official.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-1259955738192083807?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1259955738192083807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-are-doing-it-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/1259955738192083807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/1259955738192083807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-are-doing-it-wrong.html' title='You are doing it wrong'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-3687213095858665194</id><published>2010-03-17T20:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:02:10.594-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Ugly Ramen</title><content type='html'>I am going to just link this one to my main cooking blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It took nearly 45 minutes to upload it the first time on that blog, and I just don't have the time to sit here again and wait another 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I no longer care if my family discovers this blog.  It's my life as much as theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I need a coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the video of my Ugly Ramen can be found &lt;a href="http://mynewfiekitchen.blogspot.com/2010/03/mnk-video-3-ugly-ramen.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, let me know what you think... and hey you get to see and hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, off to edit together the bread video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-3687213095858665194?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3687213095858665194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/ugly-ramen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3687213095858665194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3687213095858665194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/ugly-ramen.html' title='Ugly Ramen'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-2024440001877176789</id><published>2010-03-15T13:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:55:44.251-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Homemade Ramen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S55yGIlV5_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/g8myv4zsYok/s1600-h/Photo+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S55yGIlV5_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/g8myv4zsYok/s320/Photo+230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448918048873768946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photo by ME copyright hcvp'2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read the last post that my oven is dead.&lt;br /&gt;There is one small working burner at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just enough for me to make a pot of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to the grocery yesterday and bought a bag of noodles.  Last night I made a small pot of homemade ramen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cup water&lt;br /&gt;1 medium onion sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 cup frozen mixed veggies (carrots, celery, onion, red peppers)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup frozen carrot coins&lt;br /&gt;1/2 frozen Asian mixed veggies (broccoli, green beans, onion, mushroom)&lt;br /&gt;pinch of dried oregano&lt;br /&gt;pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;3 whole black peppercorns&lt;br /&gt;pinch of red pepper flakes&lt;br /&gt;pinch of marjoram&lt;br /&gt;1 vegetable broth cube&lt;br /&gt;2 handfuls of steamed broadcut noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boil all ingredients EXCEPT the noodles  for 20 minutes.  Add extra water if needed, stirring every few minutes.  Then add dry noodles. Stir turn off heat and serve. &lt;br /&gt;This severs three.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-2024440001877176789?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2024440001877176789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/homemade-ramen.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/2024440001877176789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/2024440001877176789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/homemade-ramen.html' title='Homemade Ramen'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S55yGIlV5_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/g8myv4zsYok/s72-c/Photo+230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-7098602579638199881</id><published>2010-03-13T19:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:00:09.000-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>My Oven!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S5wywYBAuiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/bjdqYQ0P8-w/s1600-h/P1010611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S5wywYBAuiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/bjdqYQ0P8-w/s200/P1010611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448285455873260066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photo by Me copyright hcvp '09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 pm my mom called me to tell me that in the sports page was a listing for a live wrestling event coming to town. &lt;br /&gt;I got the information needed and sent an email asking if they have press packages for bloggers and told them about my wrestling blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mixed up a batch of tea buns and put them in the oven, then emailed my buddy Darius to tell him about the wrestling event. He had started the blog with me last summer but it became too much with his band and already having a full time job.  That's when I got the Blog Partner, that I am working with now.   If you want to call it that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was typing the email to Darius I heard a noise.  It sounded like a chair scrapping across the floor.   I live alone.  Racing into the kitchen, I saw the oven was as bright as a bon-fire.  &lt;br /&gt;I have an old oven and there has never been a working oven light so this was odd.&lt;br /&gt;I turned it off and opened the door.  What I discovered was the element coil in the back was looking like a burst bubble and the screws were visible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My landlord is away so I can't even tell him about if for a few days.   I am without an oven.  How am I suppose to cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still waiting to hear back from that wrestling company to see about press.   I'm really hoping they will send me a press package, as the main event is a local wrestler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross your fingers that I will get both a new oven soon and an interview with the wrestler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-7098602579638199881?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7098602579638199881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-oven.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/7098602579638199881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/7098602579638199881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-oven.html' title='My Oven!'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S5wywYBAuiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/bjdqYQ0P8-w/s72-c/P1010611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-4572673744863145269</id><published>2010-03-13T08:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T09:01:08.273-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Potato Salad Version #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S7TVpG2Ba_w/Sqw4ZbqYMZI/AAAAAAAABjg/XicsigIw_50/s1600-h/P1010627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S7TVpG2Ba_w/Sqw4ZbqYMZI/AAAAAAAABjg/XicsigIw_50/s320/P1010627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380737664374288786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Originally posted on my&lt;a href="http://mynewfiekitchen.blogspot.com"&gt; cooking blog&lt;/a&gt; on Sept 12 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Photo   copyright hcvp'09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3 medium potatoes chopped and  cooked in salt water&lt;br /&gt;* 2 large green onion chopped&lt;br /&gt;* 1 and a half  teaspoon sugar&lt;br /&gt;* 3 tablespoons mayo&lt;br /&gt;* 4 pieces of sweet mustard  pickles with 2 teaspoon of the mustard chopped&lt;br /&gt;* dash of black table  pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drain the potatoes, mix the rest of the ingredients with  potatoes until you have a yellowish tint. Chill for about a half hour. &lt;br /&gt;This  is a small sized bowl which serves 3 people.  If you are using this for  a party you may want to double or even triple the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can use plan pickles and normal  mustard, in which case you would only need one teaspoon of the mustard,  and then add another pinch of sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This gets a lot of hits on my cooking blog so I thought I would post it here.   I know I have too many blogs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2087813724056885376-4572673744863145269?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4572673744863145269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/potato-salad-version-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4572673744863145269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4572673744863145269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/potato-salad-version-2.html' title='Potato Salad Version #2'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S7TVpG2Ba_w/Sqw4ZbqYMZI/AAAAAAAABjg/XicsigIw_50/s72-c/P1010627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-2100306636186700504</id><published>2010-03-13T08:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T08:32:29.268-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>My Editor Says</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S5uR9zohJAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IQaZqM9-qAo/s1600-h/P1010295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S5uR9zohJAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IQaZqM9-qAo/s320/P1010295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448108665252946946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photo by Me copyright hcvp'07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the next round of notes back last night from my editor.&lt;br /&gt;I ended pacing around the apartment like a wild beast spitting nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not going smooth.  She's changed the why one character talks.  That changes their entire personality.  If you change their personality, you change their story arch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure how to deal with this as this is my first time with an editor.  I was told by another author that she went through the same thing and feels her work is better for it.   Which, I suppose is great for her, and I did love her book, but this is my novel.   Characters I have spent the last year pouring my soul into.  The idea that someone feels those characters could be "more this"  or "less that"  is having the same effect on me as being slapped on the head with a 2 by 4.    Painful and causing confusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-2100306636186700504?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2100306636186700504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-editor-says.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/2100306636186700504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/2100306636186700504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-editor-says.html' title='My Editor Says'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S5uR9zohJAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IQaZqM9-qAo/s72-c/P1010295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-8570137143677414355</id><published>2010-03-13T08:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T08:15:56.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Dude what's the score?</title><content type='html'>In a follow up from my last post, It was Wednesday night before I saw the replay of the show and did my review column on my wrestling blog.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had me thinking horrible things,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; like uh oh maybe Mr. S. said something on air about the message,&lt;/span&gt; or  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe they used something from my blog again that put the blog in a bad light?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it ended up being was that one wrestler I really can not stand has joined the company. &lt;br /&gt;That's what everyone was so weird about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a strict rule for the wrestling blog,  no gossip.  Only things that get reported are the reviews of that week's shows, any injuries that happen and any deaths.   Nothing personal.  Could be why compared to some of the other wrestling blogs out there, we are still scrapping the bottom.  I've had to get rid of one blogger already because he was making up rumours and copying from one of the bigger blogs sites.  Dude, that's just not cool.&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing my best to get the blog noticed in the business, and the last thing I need is some d**k ruining the reputation of the blog. &lt;br /&gt;I even got us nominated for a bloggers choice award for  best sports blog of the year.  I know full well it won't win this year, but I'm hoping to bring in new readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-8570137143677414355?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8570137143677414355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/dude-whats-score.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8570137143677414355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/8570137143677414355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/dude-whats-score.html' title='Dude what&apos;s the score?'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-3306838043765220303</id><published>2010-03-10T09:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T09:44:12.533-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Oh my god you did not !</title><content type='html'>The other day I told you that &lt;a href="http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-blogged.html"&gt;Mr. S.  blogged.&lt;/a&gt;  This was the hot topic of that evening. &lt;br /&gt;It led to SDG and Mel telling me to message him.&lt;br /&gt;My mistake was blogging about the conversation on my main blog.  The replies I got were all the same,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made the mistake of telling Darius.   He thinks I crossed the line this time.&lt;br /&gt;That was Sunday afternoon, it is now Wednesday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the week the show made a big schedule jump to Monday nights.  I have not seen it yet as I have to wait for the replay. Everyone else watched it and the reactions are like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Partner "I can't wait for your review this week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darius "Um Yeah, I liked the show this week...You need to...well I await your review cause...well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel "Um I am not saying anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SDG "My lips are sealed. You don't like spoilers. But I can't wait for your review, should be interesting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Now I am wondering if it's something I should be worried about or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-3306838043765220303?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3306838043765220303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-my-god-you-did-not.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3306838043765220303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/3306838043765220303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-my-god-you-did-not.html' title='Oh my god you did not !'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-4771807774299818200</id><published>2010-03-08T17:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:59:43.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Pancakes</title><content type='html'>I wanted something sweet. I also needed to start eating breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;So pancakes it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon butter&lt;br /&gt;dash salt&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;1 cup hot water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-4771807774299818200?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4771807774299818200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/pancakes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4771807774299818200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4771807774299818200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/pancakes.html' title='Pancakes'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-5084883727101485863</id><published>2010-03-06T18:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T18:50:53.558-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>He blogged</title><content type='html'>Okay so I got the chills and shakes just as my email lit up.  Which always happens when Mr. S. is online.  Don't ask how I know he's online as he logs in under invisible mode,  I just know.  I creep myself out sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hit the link and read his blog. He started an advice column.  Odd. I have an advice column on my main blog.  He's formatted it the same way too, not as strange as there are only a few ways to do an advice column.&lt;br /&gt;I was shaking still as I read.  Another email came in.  It was Social Disorder Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see Mr. S. blogged.  He never blogs.  When did he blog?"  SDG went on.  I replied that I just finished reading it, and since the shaking had not let up, I figured he must still be online, so I did a little quick blog of my own - this is all on Myspace by the by.  I waited a few minutes and when the shaking stopped, I logged out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then pointed out to SDG that Mr. S. had quoted something.  A quote that was surprisingly in tune to something I blogged about last night on my main blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly now do not know what to think.   Should I consider the idea that he was giving a half reply to something I wrote/said?   Or just put it down to timing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-5084883727101485863?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5084883727101485863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-blogged.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5084883727101485863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5084883727101485863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-blogged.html' title='He blogged'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-4275792684027993957</id><published>2010-03-06T17:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T17:15:31.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Headlines</title><content type='html'>My sister the Goddess is moving in with her boyfriend the Married Man.&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to wrap my head around this one.  He's married and has four kids.  Did I mention he's married.   So it seems he's leaving his wife for the moment anyway. &lt;br /&gt;Little history on this guy,  he was my sister's professor.  Yes, I am serious.  He was her computer professor for about six months and then they started dating.  &lt;br /&gt;From what I am told, that is how he met his wife to begin with too.   I see a pattern here. &lt;br /&gt;Mom told me the news this afternoon when I went over there.  This is the first time in a year and a half since the Goddess started dating him that mom has had any problems with him. Mom has thought him the best thing ever until this news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent the last 4 hours doing the one column for the wrestling blog that Blog Partner should have done.  Plus, we have a Facebook fan page now.  I just finished adding a bunch of the latest link feeds to it and sent out "come join"  memos to some people.  Yeah, I'm a little on the cranky side at the moment.  Anyone who wants to check it out, you can find the link to the wrestling blog on my sideboard, or through my twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really hoping to get some work done for the cooking blog today, but that just does not look at all like it will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-4275792684027993957?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4275792684027993957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/headlines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4275792684027993957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/4275792684027993957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/headlines.html' title='Headlines'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-5112253026301035290</id><published>2010-03-05T21:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:57:34.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>13 hour week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S5HC-Jb5TRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/EdjoUhTCyFk/s1600-h/51ezORAwNJL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S5HC-Jb5TRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/EdjoUhTCyFk/s320/51ezORAwNJL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445347797408238866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juile/Julia&lt;/span&gt;  and got to the scene where Julia Childs is talking about how many hours a week her and her partners put into the book Mastering the Art of French Cooking.&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking.  I grabbed my cell phone and called my mom.&lt;br /&gt;My mom knows half of the situation around the wrestling blog, and was not surprised at all when I did the math.&lt;br /&gt;I put 13 hours a week into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 hours a week on a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn something every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But speaking of cooking,  I have to spend some time next week on my cooking blog.  Oh and here is a copy of the post I did on &lt;a href="http://mynewfiekitchen.blogspot.com"&gt;my cooking blog&lt;/a&gt;  last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Originally posted on Feb 27th 2010&lt;/span&gt;  Mock Seal Flipper Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been saying for two months one goal was to take a seal flipper  pie recipe and make a vegetarian version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I did...  sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize it was so hard to find.  After no luck  for either me or mom hunting through the cook books, I ended up having  to go online for a copy of the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;So, off to the grocery I went  for ingredients.  And after 2 hours... it didn't really turn out.   Well, not true, it turned out...dry.&lt;br /&gt;It tasted alright, as I used  the Mexican flavoured Yves Ground Round (soy meat replacement)&lt;br /&gt;I did  not get a photo however as I made it at mom's and forgot my camera at  home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Seal Flipper Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 seal flippers&lt;br /&gt;salt  pork&lt;br /&gt;3 potatoes&lt;br /&gt;2 carrots&lt;br /&gt;3 parsnip&lt;br /&gt;1/2 turnip&lt;br /&gt;salt&lt;br /&gt;pepper&lt;br /&gt;1  onion&lt;br /&gt;1 cup beef stock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastry topping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove all the  fat from the flippers, reduce salt pork, fry flippers in the salt pork,&lt;br /&gt;In  casserole dish add stock, flipper meat, vegetables, salt and pepper   cook for 2 hours at 375&lt;br /&gt;add pastry topping and cook uncovered for  another half hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I was doing a veggie version,  I  forgot to replace the stock.  So it ended up really dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mock  Seal Flipper Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 large carrot&lt;br /&gt;1 large onion&lt;br /&gt;2 large  potatoes&lt;br /&gt;2 parsnip&lt;br /&gt;1/2 turnip&lt;br /&gt;1 package Mexican Yves Ground  Round&lt;br /&gt;4 sheets Philo Dough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chop turnip and carrots, boil for  twenty minutes.  Drain.  Chop onion, add mix well.  Chop potatoes and  parsnip boil for twenty five minutes. Drain.  Add to bowl, mix well.   Add Yves Ground Round, mix well.&lt;br /&gt;Layer 2 of the Philo Dough on the  bottom of dish, add the mixture then layer the other 2 sheets of Philo  Dough.    Cook for 15 minutes on 375.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,  as I said, it tasted  okay, just abit on the dry side.   I know, I had forgotten that the meat  replacement does not have any fat in it at all.&lt;br /&gt;I am considering  this a first try.  I plan on trying to make a mock seal flipper pie  again soon.  Next time, I will remember to add some vegetable stock and  switch out the philo dough for a doughboy mix. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-5112253026301035290?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5112253026301035290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/13-hour-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5112253026301035290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/5112253026301035290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/13-hour-week.html' title='13 hour week'/><author><name>Miss. Ardeth Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627048698242237057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/Sx8fT3kNKQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9tonubZKYgk/S220/b-wcreeping1_500x375.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d51vY6pE0hk/S5HC-Jb5TRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/EdjoUhTCyFk/s72-c/51ezORAwNJL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087813724056885376.post-1247126585948664721</id><published>2010-03-03T20:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:59:32.053-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hcvp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>A second opinion</title><content type='html'>I received back half my novel from the editor.  The rest is suppose to be coming to me after the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;The first page was bleeding it was so red.  After that point,  there was barely anything touched.   Does this mean I am a better writer then I thought or that my editor is not that good?  &lt;br /&gt;I am going to say I am a better writer then I even thought.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said,  I was talking to my friend's mother. She's a retired English teacher.  I sent her a copy of my unedited novel.  Yes, I am cheating on my editor with an English teacher.   Why?  Well, I need a second opinion, as I found out that not only is spelling different from Canadian to American, but so is the way punctuation is done too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea.   Given that my novel is set in Canada, and will be marketed to a Canadian audience, I need to have all my bases covered.   The good point in this is that my friend's mom is doing this for free.  &lt;br /&gt;My editor, I have to pay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also talking to my buddy Mel tonight too about something totally different.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You ever think that Mr. S. legally can not reply to your blog?"  Mel said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about this for the first time ever.   "What?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, didn't you say that one of the guys from the other company has a disclaimer on his official site saying he's legally not allowed to interact on the net with fans? So wouldn't that hold true for the company Mr. S. works for?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god.  &lt;br /&gt;This could explain a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not saying that Darius, SDG,  myself are wrong about him liking you." Mel continued "Cause I am more and more positive that he does. Just from the last thing he did to screw with your head. I think it's his way of replying to your blog." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I love about Mel. He is the voice of reason at the weirdest times.  Had he said this to me even 6 months ago, I would have handled the way I write my main blog different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2087813724056885376-1247126585948664721?l=theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1247126585948664721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/second-opinion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/1247126585948664721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2087813724056885376/posts/default/1247126585948664721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyearilivedoffoframennoodles.blogspot.com/2010/03/second-opinion.html' title='A second opinion'/><author><name>Miss. 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