<?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-35469417</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:50:44.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is Another Day...</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my little piece of cyberspace and if you don't like it, you can get out the fuck!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-5417847214275616029</id><published>2009-01-20T16:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:21:51.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it's been a  while but I wanted to give al ittle bit of an udate...</title><content type='html'>I think there are still like 2 of you who pop over on occasion...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a quick health update.  My stomach seems to be getting better since I've tried several different combinations of meds.  I think I got the right one.  We'll see.  Though, as a result of all the stomach issues, I've lost over 30 pounds...glad that I lost the weight but not happy about the way it was lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought everything was going along ok and I was just waiting for January 21st to arrive because I have an appointment at the Celiac Center at Columbia Presbyterian.  This appointment is supposed to finalize whether or not I do have celiac disease.  I hope I don't but if I do, I'll have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a minor setback on New Year's day.  The Tuesday before NYE, my father had a horrible stomach virus...I'll spare you all the gory details but it but him in bed for about 24 hours.  My dad said he never felt so awful in his life and I felt so bad for him.  Well, I wake up REALLY early Thursday morning, I'm talking like 4-5am and well...I have the virus.  I want to kill my dad.   Mind you, he still isn't ok.  He's a lot better but not ok.  This bitch lingers.  In the late afternoon, early evening on Thursday, my dad comes to check on me to make sure I'm still breathing...he doesn't like what he sees.  He said I looked really pale and just didn't look good.  We call the dr and he says that a lot of his patients have this and if it gets really bad and I get too dehydrated, I'll have to go to the ER for fluids.  A little while later, I feel awful and I can hardly stand up.  Off to the ER...I got there, had a blood pressure of 60/40...let me tell you...that does NOT feel good.  It also scared the shit out of me when I heard the dr tell one of the nurses to make sure that my heart doesn't stop beating.  Well, I needed a lot of fluid.  I was still dehydrated after 2 litres of fluid but I was feeling MUCH better.  It took a little over a week to get back to feeling like a human being but I got there.  That was one brutal virus and it's about the closest I ever want to get to death for a LONG time.  It was scary as hell but it turned out ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm feeling ok but sometimes it is one day at a time because some days I feel awful and have horrible stomach pains but those days seem to be less and less.  I am ready for them to just go away completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much all I have so far.  Unfortunately it wasn't a great beginning to 2009 but I hope it only gets better.  From now on, I don't want to share tales of medical issues and drama...I want to share good things.  I'll keep ya posted.  Sorry for the long hiatus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-5417847214275616029?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/5417847214275616029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=5417847214275616029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5417847214275616029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5417847214275616029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-its-been-while-but-i-wanted-to.html' title='I know it&apos;s been a  while but I wanted to give al ittle bit of an udate...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-903336234801533194</id><published>2008-11-13T14:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:42:35.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This was kind of inevitable...</title><content type='html'>I'd say I'm taking a bit of a break but I already have been.  Basically, I really haven't been feeling well.  It looks more and more like I have an ulcer...according to the dr.  So, I have to go through a battery of fun tests and whatnot.   Though I am NOT looking forward to it, I am looking forward to feeling better.  I've gotten to the point where I just don't really eat because when I eat, I feel worse.   Yeah, it's not good.  Anyway, I'll be back after I sort this stuff out.  I'll still come by and visit others though.  I'll be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-903336234801533194?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/903336234801533194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=903336234801533194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/903336234801533194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/903336234801533194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-was-kind-of-inevitable.html' title='This was kind of inevitable...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-4452792575864485438</id><published>2008-10-06T16:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:20:21.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a Private Plane I Can Borrow?</title><content type='html'>One of my really good friends from College is getting married on Saturday in Texas and it looks like I'm not going.  I've been watching flights for this weekend for a LONG time.  Well, here's the problem...I'm boxed into leaving on Friday because Thursday is Yom Kippur.  Flying on Friday as opposed to Thursday, makes it a lot more expensive.  To make a long story short, it would cost me around $600 including hotel, airfare, gift, etc to arrive in TX on Friday afternoon and leave on a 6am flight Sunday morning.  I just can't justify it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, I told my friend that it was just going to cost too much but she kept saying I'd be able to find a good fare and wanted me there and I also wanted to be there for her.  So, I never outright just said no.  So here I am, it's Monday and the wedding is on Saturday and I have no ticket...that's where the private plane comes in.  ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also supposed to share a room with one of the other girls.  I don't feel THAT bad about canceling on her because she originally planned to have her own room so it was just an added benefit that I'd share it with her and cut her cost in half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel SO horrible that I'm going to miss this wedding.  Then I realized that part of the reason she's having her wedding in TX and not in NY is because she wanted to save money.  Well, I have to look out for my wallet too and $600 is just a lot of money for a day and a half.  The other reason she's having it there is that is where her fiance's family lives and they are a lot of people.  In addition, his mother is not all that well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so many combinations of trying to get there, it's just not in the cards, or so it seems.   I've tried using mileage and I've tried flying to other cities and driving...nothing.  This is the other strange thing...I've checked travelocity, priceline, orbitz, etc and they don't have the tickets discounted from actually booking it through the airline at all.  So, that's my frustrating tale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-4452792575864485438?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/4452792575864485438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=4452792575864485438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/4452792575864485438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/4452792575864485438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/10/got-private-plane-i-can-borrow.html' title='Got a Private Plane I Can Borrow?'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-6357486682056469365</id><published>2008-09-27T13:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T13:10:17.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to comment on this one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mikkiansin.com/new_film/source/image/paul_newman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mikkiansin.com/new_film/source/image/paul_newman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wonderful actor, humanitarian and all around great person.  As everyone knows, Paul Newman passed away yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard the news, I called my mother because she's a huge fan and she attended the Big Apple Circus benefit every year and sat with Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward.  My mother always had the nicest things to say about them.  They were unassuming and nice and just wonderful people.  That and I always hear about how Joanne Woodward looks amazing and has the most amazing skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though his acting was just amazing and he was a great talent, a lot of my admiration for him comes from his charitable work.  He was one of the most philanthropic celebrities out there and just did everything he did as a gentleman.   With that, I say, rest in peace and you will be remembered as a great man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-6357486682056469365?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6357486682056469365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=6357486682056469365&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6357486682056469365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6357486682056469365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-to-comment-on-this-one.html' title='I have to comment on this one...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-8338196770555872575</id><published>2008-09-15T18:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:37:54.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Strikes Again...</title><content type='html'>Well, it's all well and good til a friend finds someone you don't want her or anyone to find ever again.  So, long story short is this...the last conversation I had with him was on my 25th Birthday...we were both very drunk and admitted we were in love with one another but there was just a hitch...he didn't want to ruin the friendship.  Yeah well, since that conversation, there hasn't been a friendship so...well, so...you see why I didn't want him found.  Just had to vent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I found my first crush from elementary school...I was in 6th grade.  He turned out pretty well.  I am pretty amazed to be honest.  He looks very similar which I just find so funny since it's been so long.  Found a few others from elementary school too which is interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just not so fun when those you don't want found get found and peripherally re-enter your world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now...I have to go continue fighting with airlines so I can book a flight to Texas for a wedding.  Why is it that I could fly to Europe for less than I can fly to TX?   Riddle me that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-8338196770555872575?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8338196770555872575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=8338196770555872575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/8338196770555872575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/8338196770555872575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/09/facebook-strikes-again.html' title='Facebook Strikes Again...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-3456234710552724979</id><published>2008-08-24T16:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:15:24.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp visit and a few other things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/SLG_6Tzq9OI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vu5H-GYK2WA/s1600-h/Camp+trip+on+bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/SLG_6Tzq9OI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vu5H-GYK2WA/s320/Camp+trip+on+bench.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238178850078913762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fabulous time.  It was kind of surreal since I hadn't been there sine 1989 but it was amazing nonetheless.  One of the girls I went to camp with from when I first started in 83 was there for the summer, her dad now owns the whole place.  It was a little sad because the camp isn't doing so well, it was only at half capacity.  Also, the kids are just brats.  I'm sorry, they complain about doing activities when we were up at like 7 and did activities all day and then had evening activity then sleep.  They were a little pathetic.  Many said they don't know how to fold clothes because their maid does it.  You get the gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were about 5 if us who actually went to camp together who were there...one is a couple who went to camp together and somehow met up later and got married.  I don't know the whole story.  We looked around the camp and we reminisced A LOT.  We looked at all the old color war plaques and saw the new pool and stable and a whole new area.  Of course I forgot my camera but others had theirs so it was all good.  I have pics.  I saw a woman who was the girls head counselor when I was a camper and now she's the director of the camp.  I thought she was ancient when I was a kid...turns out she's 65.  I was SHOCKED!  She looked the same...I guess she just didn't look so good then.  I dunno.  Here's a pic of the group of us on the front lawn of camp on the big bench.   Ok so blogger didn't put the pic where I wanted it.  Whatever.  Today, I went to a craft fair near me and saw one of the girls and her husband because they had a booth there.  So, I have to give credit to facebook because it's amazing how it all came together.  There is now talk of doing a weekend reunion thing at camp one weekend when camp isn't in session.  I think that would be a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on facebook.  My 10 year college reunion is in October and my friend made a page for it on facebook to get people interested.  Well, I graduated with almost 3000 people and wouldn't you know, it's the people I had zero interest in seeing who are all joining this page.  I told my friend that since she's the administrator of the page she needs to delete a select few.  ;)  we'll see how that goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned growing some tomatoes....well...the plants are now about 10 ft tall and the maters and getting red.  I'll take some new pics soon.  I'm so proud of myself because I never grew anything from a seed....you know...being a city kid an all.  If I wanted green, I went to Central Park.  This is also exciting.  My neighbor's string bean plant has run amok so it's ALL over my deck.  I just picked the first one today and...DAMN...it was GOOD!  There's also cucumbers infiltrating my deck...to bad I don't like those.  I also have something else growing but I have NO idea what it is.  I'm waiting for something to happen.  Everyone keeps telling me they're more maters but they look nothing like any other ones I've seen.  We'll see what comes from the flowers they now have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh...I also have herbs...basil, mint, cilantro, thyme and sage.  It's so cool.  Again...city kid in me.  That's all for now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-3456234710552724979?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/3456234710552724979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=3456234710552724979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/3456234710552724979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/3456234710552724979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/08/camp-visit-and-few-other-things.html' title='Camp visit and a few other things...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/SLG_6Tzq9OI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vu5H-GYK2WA/s72-c/Camp+trip+on+bench.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-927403001827432366</id><published>2008-08-13T16:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:52:30.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to CAMP!!!!</title><content type='html'>My mom's cousins owned a sleepaway camp so when I was 6, I was shipped off for the summer.  I had a blast.  I went for 7 summers.  Through the magic of Facebook, I have reconnected with people I went to camp with who I haven't spoken to for 25 years.  On Saturday, I'm going up to camp with some of the girls I went with.   It's a mini impromptu reunion and I CAN'T WAIT!  I've been having dreams about camp and there have been so many pictures being posted.  This is just SO exciting to me.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my dad's cousins own a sleepaway camp.  My mom's cousins sold theirs and have since passed but my dad's cousins are just fine.  Their camp is about an hour or so from my old camp so I'm going to stop there too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be reliving my youth on Saturday.  Here come the 80s all over again.  I'll let you know how it goes...you know...all 2 of my readers! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-927403001827432366?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/927403001827432366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=927403001827432366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/927403001827432366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/927403001827432366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-going-to-camp.html' title='I&apos;m going to CAMP!!!!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-2366278803562490745</id><published>2008-08-06T14:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:40:48.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I suck...</title><content type='html'>Anyway...it's been a while.  I've been spending less and less time near the computer so that when I am around it, I haven't been posting.  So...I live 4 blocks from the beach but haven't been yet.  I know...again....I suck.  I do do some gardening.  It's fun...some of it.  I got my first ripe tomato the other day.  I'll take some pics and post em. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bbq a few weeks ago for my birthday.  It was a blast.  I worked a lot cleaning and doing all kinds of things but it was nice to have people around and just relax and have a nice time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first car accident a few weeks ago.  I'm fine and so is the car but...I was at a red light and I was rear ended.  The guy was a total asshole.  Said he was driving his dad's car and didn't have any info like ins card or registration...you know...the things you're required to carry BY LAW!  I was nice and didn't call 911.  Had I called 911, he would have been charged with felony hit and run because he left and because there was property damage and personal damage (my back was not happy...I almost ate the steering wheel but I'm fine).  So, guy was nice enough to give me his phone 3 before he left and I got his plate #.  I told him what it would cost to fix because he didn't want it to go to the insurance co.  Well, he said it didn't cost what I said and just acted like a dick.   Well, a little birdy I know at a police station ran the plate and got me the info I needed.  His insurance company was involved and the adjuster said the damage was more money than I had originally told him.  Well, screw him and his rates'll go up now.  Fucker.  Don't rear end people.  Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much else of interest going on.  It's kinda rainy and not nice out today so I'm gonna try my hand at some &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/lime-meltaways?autonomy_kw=lime%20meltaways&amp;amp;rsc=header_2"&gt;lime meltaways&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...the other thing...this suburban living thing...neighbors can be really nice.  Several of my neighbors are keeping my produce needs filled all summer.  I think they think I don't eat...I don't know but I could open a farm stand at the rate it comes in the door.  It's nice though.  Fresh picked produce tastes pretty damned good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm done.  I'll try not to neglect the blog as much anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-2366278803562490745?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/2366278803562490745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=2366278803562490745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/2366278803562490745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/2366278803562490745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-i-suck.html' title='I know, I suck...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-1092344087756627716</id><published>2008-05-30T14:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:48:44.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a cat person but...OMG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;Thanks CuteOverload...&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/geF2wwPH7eY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/geF2wwPH7eY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-1092344087756627716?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/1092344087756627716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=1092344087756627716&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/1092344087756627716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/1092344087756627716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-not-cat-person-butomg.html' title='I&apos;m not a cat person but...OMG!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-5855739253527919119</id><published>2008-05-19T16:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:54:12.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, my first attempt at before and after house pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/SDHrcT8PWMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cbustGgxI6A/s1600-h/DSCN01060003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/SDHrcT8PWMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cbustGgxI6A/s320/DSCN01060003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202197916211435714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/SDHrUD8PWLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/b0i2lCMzh_c/s1600-h/DSCN01050002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/SDHrUD8PWLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/b0i2lCMzh_c/s320/DSCN01050002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202197774477514930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/SDHqhT8PWKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zpTe1SHe_Qw/s1600-h/DSCN00880001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/SDHqhT8PWKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zpTe1SHe_Qw/s320/DSCN00880001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202196902599153826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/SDHqcj8PWJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xS1GKfTXL3s/s1600-h/IMG_6232-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/SDHqcj8PWJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xS1GKfTXL3s/s320/IMG_6232-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202196820994775186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so here goes nothing...the pictures weren't cooperating.  The before pic is the one where the house is white with the nasty green awnings...the after is the brick. Ok...now I'll do some 'splainin.  On the right hand side (where the tyvek wrapping is) is the extension that was built on...it's a 4 ft extension to make the master bed and bath bigger.  The house was originally built around 1942 and it was a horrible yellow stucco. Over the stucco was what you see, nasty trailer park looking vinyl siding. The siding was just so gross...it wasn't even on the house in some places.  Also, if you touched it, it would bend...it stood away from the house about 6 inches.  The awnings were also just gross.  The other major change done to the outside was the garage.  Originally, it was a garage but then it was made into a room and now it's back to being a garage.  The nice thing is that there is heat and central air down there since it was a room (we added the central air).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, next....The front of the house is now all brick as you can see.  The sides are shingles but they are vinyl.  It really looks like a totally different house.  This isn't a complete picture because since this was taken, there is now an iron railing and banister by the stairs.  I don't know if you can tell but the porch and stairs are also new. They were concrete that was painted green.  Now it's brick and slate. There is also now a mailbox, address numbers and a glass and iron awning over the door so you don't get wet in the rain.  On the left side of the house is the deck and that's in the picture that has a lovely finger in the way. On the right side of the house is another deck with the hot tub (the hot tub is right outside my bedroom and there's a door there.  :))  There is also an outdoor shower by the tub which you can see and now there is also a door to that deck so it's more closed to the outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've rambled on enough...so that's about it.  I'll try to get to the inside soon.  I'm not quite sure where the before pics are so I have to keep looking.  Oh and I managed to fall down the stairs inside the house already.  That was fun...I was just a bit bruised but I'm fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-5855739253527919119?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/5855739253527919119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=5855739253527919119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5855739253527919119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5855739253527919119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok-my-first-attempt-at-before-and-after.html' title='Ok, my first attempt at before and after house pics...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/SDHrcT8PWMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cbustGgxI6A/s72-c/DSCN01060003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-6597801737837897591</id><published>2008-05-04T18:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:17:45.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, time to play catch up...</title><content type='html'>So, I know...I disappeared.  Well, I'm moved and somewhat unpacked.  If I never see Home Depot again, it'll be too soon.  I'm sorry but the people that work there just don't have a clue...well, most of em.  Now Bob...he's a good guy and he was really helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time living in a house and it's taking some getting used to.  I already set off the burglar alarm by accident...oops.  I did manage to turn in off in time so the cops didn't have to pay me a visit.  Also, neighbors....they sure are friendly.  I'm NOT used to this.  You see....in Manhattan...you look down and don't acknowledge anyone else's presence.  You live your life and they live theirs.  Now, I get a wave and a how are you every day.  It's nice.  The people are nice.  I'll get more into them in the future.  So far, I only know a few. I also learned that there are some scary ass noises that you hear at night.  I was convinced that some Norman Bates-esque person was outside my window the other night.  I didn't look...I was scared to be face to face with anyone.  I just hoped that if anything happened, the alarm would be tripped and I'd be ok.  I did stay up til the sun rose though.  I'm in the midst of re-reading Portnoy's Complaint so that kept me company.  Yeah, I know....interesting company...what of it.  Moving along....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I'll post some before and after pics of the house...I just have to get them organized. I have to organize the house first.  Also, I have yet to jump in the hot tub.  I'm not sure what I'm waiting for.  It does look quit inviting...I must say.  I'll get there. If nothing else, my mom and her bf are coming for mother's day and I'm having some company the weekend after so...I should get in that bad boy soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had an education about landscaping...kinda.  What the hell do I know...Central Park was my lawn growing up.  The Parks Dept took care of it.  What do I know from trees and flowers other than the invincible house plant that I can't kill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly but absolutely NOT least...I met &lt;a href="http://lovingforyourheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Loving Annie&lt;/a&gt; for tea at the St. Regis when she was in NY.  Tea is not something I normally do but it was very nice though pricey....as you'd expect...it was $45 a person...so, not an every day thing.  I had some lovely Lemon Verbena tea and yummy munchies....she did a really nice write up that even has pictures so go visit and take a look.  :)  We had a very nice time.  Annie is really sweet...as I thought she would be from reading her blog all this time.  I have to say...I felt like our time together flew...we had some great conversation.  It was wonderful to hear about her recent travels to Europe and hear about what she had done so far in NY.  I really love when people get to come here and see what the city has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I think that's about it for now.  I took a break from organizing and re-organizing my kitchen because I was just getting fed up.  Let's just say that things are not fitting where I wanted them. It's annoying but it's getting there.  I guess.  I miss everyone.  Thanks for bearing with me in my absence.   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-6597801737837897591?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6597801737837897591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=6597801737837897591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6597801737837897591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6597801737837897591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok-time-to-play-catch-up.html' title='Ok, time to play catch up...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-4435905546998455597</id><published>2008-04-04T21:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:15:43.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quickie...</title><content type='html'>and not the good kind AT ALL...sorry I've been MIA.  Computer is still fucked.  I haven't been home at all.  I've been running around like a lunatic working on my dad's house.  It's almost done but it's getting insane.  So, I am sorry I haven't been in the cyberworld at all but the real world is doing me in because it's taken away all my computer time.  I try to check email once a day and sometimes that doesn't even happen.  Once I'm moved and settled though, I'll be back.  I think I'm moving on the 14th or 15th so...I hope to be around more soon.  Miss everyone and hope everyone is doing well.  I'll try to be better with email since I have been bad...the rest though...the blog, etc...yeah, that's just gonna have to wait til I move.  OK...quickie over....hope you enjoyed! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I have been trying to read blogs and stuff but commenting is just not happening.  Sorry about that.  I'm not ignoring anyone.  :)  Well...maybe some of you ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-4435905546998455597?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/4435905546998455597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=4435905546998455597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/4435905546998455597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/4435905546998455597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/04/quickie.html' title='A Quickie...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-832738169870583881</id><published>2008-03-12T14:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T14:30:59.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update...</title><content type='html'>I found out a few days ago that Ro is not gonna make it so that totally sucks ass to put it mildly.  Apparently, she's had several strokes and loss of oxygen and blood to her brain so even if she did wake up from the coma, she'd be a vegetable basically...I can't tell you how much this sucks and how angry it makes me but I'm sure you can imagine.  The other thing that kinda gets me is that this is the second friend who I was supposed to call and then the next day, tragedy struck.  I was supposed to call Ro the day before she went to the hospital.  We never spoke.  That bothers me.  When I was 22, a good friend from HS was in school in Berkely and while driving, she was hit by a mack truck and was killed instantly, I was supposed to call her the day before that happened.  So, basically...I'm not gonna put off phone calls anymore.  I know it's a somewhat trivial thing but it's really gotten to me.   That's that update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my computer...obviously not at all as important at Ro but still a pain in the ass...it died.  I put in a new hard drive and now I can't connect to my wireless.  I can connect to every other wireless but mine.  I was on the phone with verizon for like 5 hours and made  multiple trips to circuit city.  I hate the computer.  It's aggravating me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and lastly...I am SO wrapped up in this Gov. (well almost former Gov.) Spitzer thing.   Everyone I used to work with in the Senate is all over it.  It's pretty good political gossip.  Come on...80 grand on hookers.  Well, he can afford it.  Side note...some of you may know but others might not...Spitzer's brother performed my spinal surgery...this whols scandal ALMOST makes me want to have some issues again so I could have reason to make an appt.  I won't go that far though, I'm happy that my back is fine.  But oh...that would be kinda fun.  I have to admit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off.  I've been using an old computer of my dad's that is so slow that it drives me insane.  I can double click on IE and then do about 12 things before the web page actually opens.  I just can't be bothered.  So, I'm just checking email really.  Hope everyone is doing well.  Miss you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-832738169870583881?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/832738169870583881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=832738169870583881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/832738169870583881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/832738169870583881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/03/quick-update.html' title='Quick update...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-6513081459031991790</id><published>2008-03-06T11:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T11:18:02.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Make Me a Supermodel...</title><content type='html'>I will admit that I've been watching this stupid show but it is amusing....I got a cool email the other day though.  My mom's boyfriend's nephew's girlfriend (I know, I know) owns a vintage clothing store here in NYC.  Well, she and the store are going to be on tonight's episode of Make Me A Supermodel onj Bravo.  I thought that was pretty cool.  Shannon, the owner of the store is a really cool chick and she's super talented.  She started ths store from practically nothing and it's become a booming business.   She works with a lot of stytlists and dresses a lot of celebs as well.  She also supplied clothes for some movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lent me a dress for a rehearsal dinner last year.  It was beautiful...vintage Belenciaga.  OMG, totally gorgeous and all I had to do was dry clean it so that worked out really well for me.  I got SO many compliments on the dress and it was fun to tell people that it was designer and vintage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store is beautiful and Shannon has just put so much work into it.  Each item has a handwritten tag on it that describes the garment, says what year it's from, the designer and anything else that might be interesting.  They tags are really pretty and you can just see how much work Shannon puts in.  I felt like she deserved a shout out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the store info:&lt;br /&gt;New York Vintage117 W 25th StNew York, NY zip codePhone: (212) 647-1107&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newyorkvintage.com/"&gt;http://newyorkvintage.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my bad news...because of course there's always some...for those who don't know...my computer died Tuesday night.  I'm told it's on life support.  I hope it can be fixed.  We'll see.  I will say that I feel like I lost an appendage since my computer was always on it was always within arms reach in the living room.  I always multi task and am online while I watch tv at night...I think I'm going through withdrawal.  That's it for now...over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-6513081459031991790?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6513081459031991790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=6513081459031991790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6513081459031991790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6513081459031991790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/03/watch-make-me-supermodel.html' title='Watch Make Me a Supermodel...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-8287466755405147190</id><published>2008-03-03T21:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:03:41.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another wonderful week begins....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Well, the good news...my cousin's twins had their first birthday party on Sunday. It was nice to see them so cute and happy after all they went through being born so early.  They arrived at 29 weeks for those who need a refresher.  I don't have any pics yet but when I get some, I'll post em.  They're still little for a year old...just to give you an idea...Isabella's party dress was a size 3-6 mos.  Jacob is a little bigger but not much.  They're little munchkins but cute nonetheless.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My dad had cataract surgery today.  He's doing well...he had the 1st eye done December 17th.  Not such a huge deal but spending the day in the hospital is just not fun.  At least Susan was there to keep my company.  I went to get my dad some water after the surgery and was asked if I wanted some...I declined and the woman asked if my mom wanted some...I told her I didn't know, I'd have to call her and ask.  I think she felt kinda stupid since Susan's my dad's girlfriend and not my mom but I thought it was funny.  I never understood why people just always assume.  Don't they know the saying that assuming just makes an ass out of you and me?  Anyway...dad's home resting and I get to play chauffeur for the next week or so...until he is able to resume his own driving....fun stuff.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Lastly but certainly not least...I got some new news on my friend Ro, the one who had the aneurysm in LA.   Unfortunately, I didn't get good news.  She's no longer in an induced coma...she just hasn't woken up.  So, the doctors are not really pleased with that.  They've been doing tests to check her brain function and she's not responding well to these tests.  So, the doctors will wait and retest because sometimes it takes more time for some people to regain their brain function.  I wasn't happy to get this news...obviously but Ro is a fighter and I have to believe that she's gonna pull through.  Also, the doctors are going to have to perform a tracheotomy because she's in the coma and she may need a ventilator to make sure her lungs are getting the air they need.  I guess the pneumonia has some effect on them.  She's been getting a lot of visitors and that makes me happy since I'm not able to be one of them.  I want to go out there but I'd rather go when she's awake.  I have to just keep a positive attitude and keep hoping and praying for the best. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The other great thing is that a few of her friends opened a bank account for her because well, money isn't coming in.  Her last job was doing some freelancing.  Though she has medical insurance, she doesn't have money coming in and she's been supporting her mom.  When her mom retired, she moved to LA to live with Ro and she basically just has her social security.  I'm so thankful she's got such amazing friends who are close to her and have been there for her mom as well.  I also feel a little better because now I can at least do something for her since I can't send anything to the ICU.  I can help her out a little financially.  I can't do much but at least I can do a little.  She really is an amazing friend.  We've only been friends about a year and a half but she's made such an impact on my life and she's just been an amazing friend.  I can't tell you how many times I go to email, call or text her something because something reminds me of her or it's something I know she'll want to know or she'll just laugh at.  I can't wait til I get my friend back.  I really miss her.  Get better Ro!  Now damnit!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I guess that's about all I have to report for now.  &lt;br/&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/35469417-8287466755405147190?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8287466755405147190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=8287466755405147190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/8287466755405147190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/8287466755405147190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-wonderful-week-begins.html' title='Another wonderful week begins....'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-3705173380920833307</id><published>2008-02-28T16:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:56:07.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepwalking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bluebuddies.com/gallery/Black_and_White_Smurf_Pictures/jpg/Smurfs_Picture_Sleepwalker_Smurf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bluebuddies.com/gallery/Black_and_White_Smurf_Pictures/jpg/Smurfs_Picture_Sleepwalker_Smurf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid I used to sleepwalk ALL the time.  I would leave my apartment and just walk up and down the halls.  My parents and my neighbors came to expect it so I was always returned promptly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sleepaway camp, I once left my bunk and caused quite a stir.  I had most of the camp up in the middle of the night looking for me.  Turns out I left my bunk and walked across to another bunk and found an empty bed and curled up in it and continued to sleep.  I had NO idea what happened.  I was about 6.  I woke up with one of the male head counselors holding me and carrying me back to my bunk.  Oops.  It didn't happen again in camp but I know I did give everyone a scare since I was just gone for a few hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got older, I didn't really sleepwalk anymore.  It just seemed to stop.  There were times where I would be half awake kind of and get up but I never remembered.  I was always told later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the sleepwalking came back.  I woke up around 4am and my room was really warm and I was uncomfortable so I went to the living room and set up camp on the couch with a pillow and blanket.  I remember going back to sleep on the couch since I was really sleepy.  I woke up in my bed this morning.  I have absolutely NO recollection of going back to my bed.  My pillow and the blanket were also back in my bed.  I remember NONE of this.  I woke up all startled because last I had remembered, I was on the couch.  It really was a shock because nothing like this has happened to me in like 10-15 years....at least that I can recall.  I wonder why all of a sudden this came back.  I wonder if it'll happen again.  I guess I'll find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-3705173380920833307?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/3705173380920833307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=3705173380920833307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/3705173380920833307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/3705173380920833307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/02/sleepwalking.html' title='Sleepwalking...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-5588829418715763369</id><published>2008-02-21T19:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T19:53:00.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This week just sucks ass...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I thought I had gotten all the bad news I was gonna get this week....nope.  I got a call this afternoon that my friend's mom died this morning.  NO idea what happened.  She had breast cancer several years ago but she was in remission.  I have NO idea what happened.  Funeral is tomorrow though.  I feel so bad...I just saw her at my friend's wedding in December.  Totally sucks.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As for my friend in LA...she's in surgery again.  Apparently, the drs were afraid of a stroke and her brain was swelling so they are removing a portion of her skull to allow for the swelling.  Here's the thing that was REALLY odd to me...they put the piece of skull in the abdomen for safe keeping.  Eventually, she'll need a 3rd surgery to put the piece of skull back. Just nuts if you ask me.  Hard to wrap my head around but I just hope everything is ok.  So, she's in surgery as I type and I hope it goes well.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As we all know...bad things happen in 3s...well, I really hope that isn't the case this week.  I've had enough bad news to last a LONG time.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well, that's my life at the moment.  Fun fun fun...&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/35469417-5588829418715763369?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/5588829418715763369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=5588829418715763369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5588829418715763369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5588829418715763369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-week-just-sucks-ass.html' title='This week just sucks ass...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-1515101455213268364</id><published>2008-02-18T13:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:42:21.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm taking a break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Unfortunately, I got some really bad news today.  A good friend of mine is in critical condition in the ICU with a brain aneurysm.  She's stable but it's still not great.  I'm told she's going to have some non invasive procedure to try to fix it and if that doesn't work...surgery.  The doctors are optimistic...or so I'm told but it's still a rough road ahead.  Honestly, I feel kind of numb at the moment as well as feeling a bit impotent since she's in LA and I'm here in NY.  I feel like there's absolutely nothing I can do but hope everything is ok.  Anyway...I just really don't feel like posting but I'll be back.  So please...everyone just hope she's ok and put her in your prayers or whatever it is you do.  I appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: First off, thanks guys...second...she had surgery, she's ok and stable.  She'll be in the ICU for at least 2 weeks but it looks like she'll be ok.  So far she's been sedated and on pain pills and she's a bit of a demanding patient but it's all good.  I hope to try and make a quick trip out to LA when she's feeling better and up to seeing people.  :)&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/35469417-1515101455213268364?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/1515101455213268364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=1515101455213268364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/1515101455213268364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/1515101455213268364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-taking-break.html' title='I&amp;#39;m taking a break...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-5715420214439028733</id><published>2008-02-10T23:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:26:31.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I generally don't do the celebrity death tribute but I felt I had to acknowledge this one.  Almost ever day for about 20 years, my father ate breakfast at our local diner.  Roy Scheider would eat there as well.  After a time, the 2 started realizing they were always there at the same time and started eating breakfast together.  So, for many years...he was my father's breakfast companion.  I didn't go for breakfast since I was in school but there were other times I went to the diner and I did meet him on occasion.  He was a really nice man.  My father always said wonderful things about him and really enjoyed his company so I read this news and broke it to my father.  As expected, he was kinda upset by the news.  So, his family are in my prayers and I hope he rests in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;LITTLE ROCK, Arkansas (AP)&lt;/b&gt; -- Roy Scheider, the actor best known for his role as a police chief in the blockbuster movie "Jaws," has died. He was 75.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="cnnStoryPhotoBox"&gt;&lt;div class="cnnImgChngr" id="cnnImgChngr"&gt;&lt;img alt="art.scheider.gi.jpg" src="http://i.l.cnn.net/cnn/2008/SHOWBIZ/Movies/02/10/obit.scheider.ap/art.scheider.gi.jpg" border="0" height="219" width="292" /&gt;&lt;div class="cnnStoryPhotoCaptionBox"&gt;&lt;div class="cnn3pxTB9pxLRPad"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roy Scheider speaks at a gala in 2004. Scheider died Sunday at an Arkansas hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Scheider died Sunday at the University of Arkansas for Medical Sciences&lt;br /&gt;hospital in Little Rock, hospital spokesman David Robinson said. The&lt;br /&gt;hospital did not release a cause of death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; However, hospital&lt;br /&gt;spokeswoman Leslie Taylor said Scheider had been treated for multiple&lt;br /&gt;myeloma at the hospital's Myeloma Institute for Research and Therapy&lt;br /&gt;for the past two years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Scheider received two Oscar nominations,&lt;br /&gt;for best-supporting actor in 1971's "The French Connection" in which he&lt;br /&gt;played the police partner of Oscar winner Gene Hackman, and for&lt;br /&gt;best-actor for 1979's "All That Jazz," the autobiographical Bob Fosse&lt;br /&gt;film.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   However, he was best known for his role in &lt;a class="cnnInlineTopic" href="http://topics.cnn.com/topics/Steven_Spielberg"&gt;Steven Spielberg's&lt;/a&gt;1975 film, "Jaws," the enduring classic about a killer shark terrorizing beachgoers and well as millions of moviegoers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Widely hailed as the film that launched the era of the Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;blockbuster, it was also the first movie to earn $100 million at the&lt;br /&gt;box office. Scheider starred with Richard Dreyfuss, who played an&lt;br /&gt;oceanographer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005, one of Scheider's most famous lines in&lt;br /&gt;the movie -- "You're gonna need a bigger boat" -- was voted No. 35 on&lt;br /&gt;the American Film Institute's list of best quotes from U.S. movies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That year, some 30 years after "Jaws" premiered, hundreds of movie&lt;br /&gt;buffs flocked to Martha's Vineyard, off the southeastern coast of&lt;br /&gt;Massachusetts, to celebrate the great white shark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The island's&lt;br /&gt;JawsFest '05 also brought back some of the cast and crew, including&lt;br /&gt;screenwriter Carl Gottlieb and Peter Benchley, who wrote the novel that&lt;br /&gt;inspired Spielberg's classic. Spielberg, Scheider and Dreyfuss were&lt;br /&gt;absent.&lt;/p&gt; Scheider was also politically active. He participated in&lt;br /&gt;rallies protesting U.S. military action in Iraq, including a massive&lt;br /&gt;New York demonstration in March 2003 that police said drew 125,000&lt;br /&gt;chanting activists.&lt;br /&gt;(from CNN.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://scribefire.com/"&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-5715420214439028733?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/5715420214439028733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=5715420214439028733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5715420214439028733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5715420214439028733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/02/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-1115090324903392616</id><published>2008-02-04T22:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:22:56.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I spoke to the mother of the bride and all is well.  Apparently the maid of honor didn't tell her I offered my house.  Nor did she tell her anything that I had said.  Also, MOB said she heard the restaurant that the MOH had suggested sucks.  Isn't it nice when people communicate?  Yeah...it is.  That said, I have calmed down.  I feel MUCH better and I think everything will work out JUST fine.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I also have to say this even though it has nothing to do with the post....OMFG...that was the best Superbowl.  I almost had a heart attack in the last 2 minutes but it was a great game and I am SO happy that the Giants were able to give it to NE.  Such a nice feeling.  My friend walked in front of the tv when there was about a minute and a half to go.  I had to push her out of the way and tell her she's not see through.  ;)  Oh, she's the bride in the above story actually....I'm still in the wedding.  lol  The only thing is...I have to go run some errands in Manhattan tomorrow and I think I'm gonna get stuck in the middle of the parade area.  I'm not so thrilled about that...oh well.  Once when the Yanks won, I was working near city hall at the time and I left to go get lunch and a glimpse at the parade (I had some kind of special ticket that would get me in to see the who to do.  I couldn't deal with the crowds so I went back to the office (my window overlooked city hall park) yeah, they wouldn't let me in to the area to get back to my office.  I was like...fine, I'll go home.  I even showed my work ID and all my info...I was working for a state senator at the time...he found out I was stuck and I was telling the office manager on the phone that I was stuck.  He got on the phone...yelled at me and demanded I put the cop not letting me through on the phone.  Well, I was allowed to go back to work.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;OK, so this post went off on a tangent...it happens.  Deal.  :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-1115090324903392616?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/1115090324903392616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=1115090324903392616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/1115090324903392616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/1115090324903392616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/02/hell-update.html' title='Hell Update...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-2507272068605815007</id><published>2008-02-03T14:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:09:49.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GO BIG BLUE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.timesunion.com/tablehopping/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/giants-helmet.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://blogs.timesunion.com/tablehopping/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/giants-helmet.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a few hours to kick off and I have to do a little Giants post.  I really hope the Giants can pull this off.  I'd LOVE to see the Giants put an end to the New England perfect season.  It would just be so perfect.  Oh how I hate those cheating bastards.  I'll leave it at that and tonight we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to a party at a friend's apt and I'm looking forward.  She just bought a 46 in LCD so that should be real nice.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a little mishap earlier.  I was making Guacamole.  I used FUCKING HOT pepper.  A tiny little orange pepper that packed some punch.  I think it's a scotch bonnet.  Anyhow...kept telling myself NOT to touch my face til I washed my hands.  Well, hand RIGHT to the eye....MOTHERFUCK...it hurts.  My eyeball was on fire.  I flushed it with a bottle of saline and that helped a bit but lots of ice water later...I was still burning.  Lesson learned...wear gloves.  Anyhow...I'm ok now.  I hope the guac tastes ok because well...I was injured in the process.  And again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO GIANTS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.S.  I still want feedback on the post below so don't forget about that one.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-2507272068605815007?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/2507272068605815007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=2507272068605815007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/2507272068605815007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/2507272068605815007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/02/go-big-blue.html' title='GO BIG BLUE!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-735798964658211648</id><published>2008-02-01T19:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T19:45:50.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in HELL!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Ok, I know I've been absent...sorry...well, I always say that but whatever.  I have to vent about something and this is my blog so I will.  Here goes...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am a bridesmaid in one of my best friend's weddings.  I'm happy to partake and I'm really happy for her.  There are 6 of us in the bridal party and we're all friends too.  It's a good group and there's really no drama at all.  Thing is, we're planning her shower.  Most shower's I've been to have been paid for by the family of the bride...I guess that's just how my friends and family have been thus far.  We'll, this particular friend's parents don't really have much money and they have a whole host of medical issues....I love them dearly.  I'm just giving some background.   Well, there have been some emails going around between the girls about the shower and we were talking about ideas, dates, logistics, etc.  I was on the phone with one of the girls and I was discussing paying for the shower and I mentioned that I assumed that it was on us...she confirmed.  Well, this wasn't discussed in any group discussions.  So the long and short of it is that the plan is to have it at a restaurant which will be about $25 a head and my friend (the bride) has a list of about 40 people to invite.  So basically, with favors, decorations and whatever else, it'll probably be around $300 a person...this is in addition to all other expenses.  Well, I can't really afford to do that.  Also, 2 of the bridesmaids are getting married within weeks of my friend.  So some of the girls have several weddings to be in and that REALLY adds up.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I had mentioned having the shower at someone's house/apt...well, the mother of the bride is in a wheelchair and some places aren't accessible.  In addition....40 people in a Manhattan apt doesn't really work unless you're Donald Trump.  Also, the bride is one of the nicest people.  She's the kind of person who is ALWAYS there for everyone and she always goes to everyone's birthday, she plans events for people.  She's the one who is always doing for everyone else.  So, she really deserves everything to be great.  I touched on her family's issues...well, her mom has depression issues, weighs like 300 lbs and had polio as a child so she can't really walk, her dad has MS and her brother has Downs Syndrome.  You can see there are issues.  Even though life dealt them a crappy hand in the health dept...you couldn't meet nicer people.  They are just good people.  I'm close to the whole family.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So, there's my dilemma.  Help!  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I just sent this email to the bridal party...we'll see what I get in return:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#993399'&gt;Also, I have another concern and that is a financial one.  I know we&lt;br /&gt;haven't touched on this but I am assuming that this is being paid for&lt;br /&gt;by us.  That said, I figure it'll be close to $300 a person or so&lt;br /&gt;because in addition to paying $22ish a person, there will be tax and&lt;br /&gt;tip as well as favors and I assume decorations and whatever&lt;br /&gt;incidentals.  So to be on the safe side, I'm rounding to&lt;br /&gt;$300...well...that's something that I really can't do.  I also know&lt;br /&gt;that many of you have a lot of other wedding related financial&lt;br /&gt;obligations in the same time period so, I wanted to bring up this issue&lt;br /&gt;and see where everyone else stands and what you're all thinking.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#993399'&gt;Thanks&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Got one response while I was composing this:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#3333ff'&gt;I totally understand. Although I am not sure how we can get away with&lt;br /&gt;less than $200 each. I figured 22 a head plus 30% for tax and tip was&lt;br /&gt;around $1200 for 40 people and divided by 6 is $200. I do not think&lt;br /&gt;many people are drinkers at 12 and think we can certainly forgo to&lt;br /&gt;alcohol to save some money.  We can also just get the $80 cake and not&lt;br /&gt;pay for the cake woman.  I think you are right that we are looking in&lt;br /&gt;the $200-$300 range. It is very difficult but unless we have a house or&lt;br /&gt;someone's club room or something to have it at I am not sure what our&lt;br /&gt;other options are...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#993399'&gt;&lt;font color='#3333ff'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;:(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-735798964658211648?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/735798964658211648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=735798964658211648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/735798964658211648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/735798964658211648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-in-hell.html' title='I&amp;#39;m in HELL!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-7159824703294449599</id><published>2008-01-07T22:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:14:29.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Ok, so I fell off the planet for a bit.  Here's a little recap...nothing too exciting.  Cut off 8 inches of my hair...I'll post a pic soon.  I love it.  It's so easy to do now and it dries really fast.  New Year's Eve was ok.  Just went to a friend's place for dinner and a few drinks then out to a bar with a bunch of people.  It was all well and good til someone stole about $60 out of my wallet.  That really pissed me off.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Giants/Pats game...I don't even want to discuss it.  Pissed me off.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Roger Clemens...I think he's innocent.  We'll see.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yesterday i had an awesome 2 hour full body massage.  I know I mentioned Tracie in an earlier post...she's the one who is the daughter of my dad's gf who died.  Anyway, she's in NY and we've been hanging out the past few days.  It's awesome.  She hasn't been this close to me since she was 4.  Let me tell you, when she was 4 and I was 12, we had a really different relationship...now it's just really nice.  Well, she's a massage therapist and I was really spoiled yesterday.  It was fantastic.  She told me that if I want, I can have one once a week.  I'm totally down.  I will not say no to fantastic free massages.  She starts classes at the Aveda Institute next week where she's learning facials and some other fun stuff.  I'm gonna be her guinea pig for facials.  I'm ok with that.  I&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I saw National Treasure this weekend.  It was ok.  Entertaining but totally preposterous.  I also wanted to KILL the kid behind us because she wouldn't shut up.  I wanted to kill her mom for taking her to the movie and allowing the incessant talking.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I also saw Juno the weekend before last...now that was great.  I thought the script was great and the whole movie was just totally enjoyable.  I totally recommend it.  Nat'l Treasure you can all miss.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The new American Gladiator is on.  I missed last night's episode due to tivo conflict but I plan to watch it now that it's on on Mondays.  I used to LOVE to watch AG on Saturday mornings.  I hope this new one doesn't disappoint.  We'll see.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ok, that's it for now.  Sorry I disappeared.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-7159824703294449599?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7159824703294449599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=7159824703294449599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/7159824703294449599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/7159824703294449599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2008/01/here-i-is.html' title='Here I is...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-8312196825414501012</id><published>2007-12-04T19:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T23:06:11.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Tonight is the first night of Hanukkah and I suck.  I thought I had candles but I don't so I have 2 naked menorahs.  I guess I'll go get candles tomorrow.  Ooops.  I could go out and get them but it's cold and I'm tired.  I had a long day.  As I kid, I LOVED Hanukkah...without fail, I got 8 gifts...it was great.  I usually got 1 big gift the last night and other smaller gifts the other 7 nights.  We usually had my cousins over and had a fun night of dreidel, latkes and presents.  Now it's still a fun time but not as magical as it was when I was a kid.  No more of that 8 presents stuff.  Oh well...I'm not complaining...I still usually do pretty well.  Though, my family was never huge on the gift giving as far as surprises go.  I always knew what I was getting and most times, I actually went to the store to get it.  Also, my parents gave stuff all year round....so, deprived, I was not.  Now, I have an annual Hanukkah get together with friends and we have a fun time and do a gift exchange where we each get 1 person to give to.  It's always a good time.  This year's get together is on Sunday...maybe I'll kick ass at dreidel this year...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making the traditional latkes tonight...actually...they're frying as I write.  Gotta say...grandma would be disappointed as I didn't hand grate everything like I usually do.  I took the shortcut and I shopped everything in the food processor.  I did feel bad while doing it but it was more instant gratification.  I'll be sorry when I take that first bite though because I'll be able to tell.  Sometimes the best way to do things is by hand and this is the case with good latkes.  Well, to those who celebrate it...Happy Hanukkah, to those who don't....well, have a latke anyway...just make sure you add applesauce or sour cream...of both if you so choose.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE:  &lt;/span&gt;I found the Hanukkah candles.  YAY!  So, I lit em a little late...so be it.  I also used my grandfather's menorah for the first time.  It felt nice to use it since he can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://scribefire.com/"&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-8312196825414501012?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8312196825414501012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=8312196825414501012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/8312196825414501012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/8312196825414501012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreidel-dreidel-dreidel.html' title='Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel....'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-598426206526840916</id><published>2007-12-03T17:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:54:14.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving....First Snow and Quiche...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/R1SCMOE1k6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/6pTzMAELUEg/s1600-R/P1010017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/R1SCMOE1k6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Qkm7nB3ShSg/s320/P1010017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139876221185004450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/R1SCA-E1k5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/nVCozqclkTI/s1600-R/P1010016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/R1SCA-E1k5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/rKcwy-Srltk/s320/P1010016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139876027911476114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/R1SB2uE1k4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/6JBloXxYFec/s1600-R/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/R1SB2uE1k4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/YG35c5yWlRs/s320/P1010015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139875851817816962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/R1SBouE1k3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/K0BsL5IwVxA/s1600-R/P1010014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/R1SBouE1k3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/_RWq7G6zurU/s320/P1010014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139875611299648370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/R1SBTuE1k2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/_rjQl_mMPmk/s1600-R/P1010013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/R1SBTuE1k2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/lvYu2rOe2Tg/s320/P1010013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139875250522395490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/R1SBJeE1k1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/TnLVG1modCQ/s1600-R/P1010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/R1SBJeE1k1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/-1Bj0zk53FU/s320/P1010012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139875074428736338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/R1SA_uE1k0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/vKLfAv0VsOw/s1600-R/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/R1SA_uE1k0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/CV8V9tRxeKU/s320/P1010011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139874906925011778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;OK, now he's what we got.  First is the quiche I made for dinner last night.  A simple spinach and swiss quiche...as you can tell, we were hungry so I ate then I photographed.  You get the idea.  I just love quiche.  It's easy and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we have the view out my window yesterday at around 7am when I got up.  It was a winter wonderland.  I decided to go back to bed...it didn't work.  Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;Finally, we have my Thanksgiving food pics.  I realized that I missed photographing half of the meal but well, that's how it goes.  I was busy.  You have my turkey, apple pie (it warranted 2 pics i guess) , pumpkin pie and my mini cornbread muffins.  The cornbread was sinful...it has bacon, creamed corn and jiffy cornbread mix....YUM.  Not good for ya but damned good tasting.  The pumpkin pie is the recipe off of the Libby's can...it's an old standard.  Apple pie is my own creation which is a modified version of my grandmas....apples, sugar, cinnamon, cornflake crumbs....I think that's really it.  The turkey...well...that's a secret...if I told ya, I'd have to kill ya  ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised these pics a while ago so here ya go.  Enjoy.  Next up...Latkes for Hanukkah tomorrow.  :)  Maybe I'll make em Wed...we'll see.  They are labor intensive since I hand grate all the taters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-598426206526840916?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/598426206526840916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=598426206526840916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/598426206526840916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/598426206526840916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/12/thanksgivingfirst-snow-and-quiche.html' title='Thanksgiving....First Snow and Quiche...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/R1SCMOE1k6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Qkm7nB3ShSg/s72-c/P1010017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-4408326485931435381</id><published>2007-11-28T22:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:55:38.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little mish mash of things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I know I still have Thanksgiving food pics to get to...patience my friend....you'll get em before Hanukkah...I promise.  Besides, I'll have to make latkes (potato pancakes) for Hanukkah and I'll have to post those.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I saw Beowulf in 3-D on Monday...I recommend it.  It was visually stunning and they did justice to the story...just the dialogue was a bit meh but I was so wrapped up in the visuals that I was ok with it.  So yeah..see it...in 3-D though.  I went with an old friend....which is a story I'll share now...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My dad dated a woman after my parents got divorced.  He was with her for a while but in May of 1990, she passed away.  She had lukemia and went for a bone marrow transplant but it was not successful.  She had a daugter who was like my sister.  There's an 8 year difference between us and for a while she was annoying as hell and I was just kinda mean to her.  I used her as my toy.  I would do her hair and play with make up on her...she was my life sized doll.  It was great...in fact, she's not even scarred by it...so that's good.  Well, after her mom passed away, she was 5 at the time, she went to live with her father in LA and I didn't see her as often but I travelled out there a lot and she came her to NY a lot so we kept in touch.  She's a great girl and there are patches where we didn't talk too often but nothing really ever changed.  I still think of her as a part of the family and always will.  Well, she's the one I spent all day Monday with.  I haven't seen her in a while and this is the first time I didn't think of her as a kid...she's 23 now and I felt like this is the first time I was actually hanging out with an equal.  It was fantastic.  We had a great time.  At the moment, she's living in FL with her father (he moved there a few years ago) but she'll be coming back to NY in Jan to take classes and will be here for a while.  I CAN'T wait!  So, that's that story.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now, today...I went to Home Depot Expo and I swear, I fell in.  It was like I was there for a week.  I went to help my father pick out his shower for the master bedroom in his house. (most of you know but I guess not all that my dad has been renovating a house for what feels like forever).  So, yeah...shower head...easy, right?  yeah....NO!  My father had to go for a huge ass shower head from the ceiling that rains down on you and then there are the body spray things that come at you from all angles AND the hand held shower head.  geez.....it's insane.  The guy printed out the itemization of everything...there were about 15 things on the list.  So much for shopping for something simple.  I also helped him pick out a ceiling fan...that wasn't too bad....the one eyed guy helped and he was really nice.  Creepy to look at eye to eye....but nice.  Oh and Ram is the guy who helped with the shower stuff.  Soon I get to go back with him to look at sinks and....toilets!  WOOOHOO...I KNOW you're all jealous.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After fun times at Home Depo Expo, had to go to Lowes to just get some phone wire...not so bad...but right around the corner is Gasho...a habachi steak house like Benihanna.  So, since we hadn't really eaten all day....perfect place.  YUM.  Had Filet Mignon with all the veggies and fixins you get, habachi rice, salad and soup....I ended it all with some rainbow sherbert....I was a bit piggish but I was still hungrey.  It was good....but....there was a nasty fat guy at the next table and he kept blowing his nose REALLY loudly in his CLOTH napkin.  I was having some issues with this.  I think it's fucking NASTY.  *shudders*  I just kept hearing HONK HONK....and I was just thinking about the napkin on my lap and where it's been.  Yeah..my mind wanders.  Sorry for the bad visual...if I had to suffer...so do you.  :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;OK, I rambled enough.  I'll post those food pics tomorrow or Fri.  I also have lots of pics of the house from way before to what it looks like now so I'm gonna get that together too.  Problem is...a lot of the pics are on my phone.  I'll get there.  I will.  Work with me.  Hope everyone had a good hump day.  Ciao for now...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;OK I have a P.S...I forgot....so, Beowulf was in 3-D so it cost $3 more...fine.  I always had to give the glasses back at the end so when the movie was over, I asked an usher where the glasses go...he said they were mine to keep.  Just what I needed....my very own pair...the usher told me that the reason I paid the extra $3 was for the glasses.  Great....so I asked him if that means that if I keep them and bring them to the next 3-D flick I see, I'll save $3.  His answer....of course...no, I won't save $3.  Well, it seemed logical to me.  I guess the movies aren't logical.  Oh well.  Now I'm done...for real.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-4408326485931435381?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/4408326485931435381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=4408326485931435381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/4408326485931435381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/4408326485931435381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-little-mish-mash-of-things_28.html' title='Just a little mish mash of things...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-9162356640030907883</id><published>2007-11-24T18:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T18:36:23.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Thanksgiving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;big&gt;Well, Thanksgiving is over and it was fun.  I spent 2 days cooking and I had good company on Thursday night.  This weekend is a weekend to relax.  I refuse to shop...I can NOT deal with the crowds...they would turn me homicidal.  There is nothing that would get to me go shopping with hordes of people at 4am and I love to shop.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For Thanksgiving dinner, I made everything but the stuffing.  I HATE stuffing and I refuse to make it.  I would do Thanksgiving without it if it was up to me but it wasn't up to me so I bought the stuffing at the same place I got my Turkey.  I used a fresh Turkey and I gotta say, it's totally worth it.  It tastes much better.  I also found the original Caesar Salad recipe on wikipedia so I tried that...well...don't...it was AWFUL, just terrible.  Everything else was great though.  I have to download some pics I took and that will be my next post.  I'm just being lazy this weekend since I can't download them on to my laptop, I have to use the desktop.  So you will get pics.  I think I got pics of most things...I tried to at least.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One of my guests brought a bottle of wine for dinner but it was warm (it was white wine)  so it was suggested that I put it in the freezer to chill...whoops...forgot about it till 4am.  It was totally frozen solid and the cork had popped out right through the foil top.  Oops.  There was absolutely no alcohol at dinner...go figure.  My dad is diabetic and doesn't drink because of that and adverse reactions with some of his meds.  One of the other guests is also a diabetic and doesn't really drink.  Others were driving and they didn't want drinks so...there was no drinking.  We're just not a big drinking family.  To be honest, I have 2 bottles of wine in my apt and 1 is the one I got on Thursday.  I generally cook with wine I have in the house.  Just not a drinker in the house.  Anyway...that's really it.   Once I download the pictures, I'll be back and I'll tell ya what I made.  :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hope everyone had a great Holiday and a nice long weekend.  :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-9162356640030907883?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/9162356640030907883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=9162356640030907883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/9162356640030907883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/9162356640030907883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/11/post-thanksgiving.html' title='Post Thanksgiving...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-7472434233318596330</id><published>2007-11-18T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:54:14.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/R0D6ZpJa5-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Gtea5BDizZo/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/R0D6ZpJa5-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Gtea5BDizZo/s320/P1010010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134378893651404770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year my friend Margaret hosts a Thanksgiving Potluck and it really marks the beginning of the holiday season to me.  This potluck has been going on about 12 years so it's definitely tradition.  This  picture was  a bit of a requirement.  It's a picture of all my college friends who were at the party.  I guess it's been decided already where the baby will go to college...I guess since mom and dad had such a good time, she should too.  ;)  I know I'm kinda hiding in the pic but that's because I was only in it under protest.  As I was getting dressed to go, I realized that I only own like 1 pair of pants that actually fit.  Most of the time when I'm in the house or just running errands, I wear jogging pants or something really comfortable so I guess I just didn't see that this happened.  Well, I was greatly disturbed and I'll soon be sewing my mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as this was a Thanksgiving potluck, the fare was traditional Thanksgiving:  Turkey, stuffing, sweet potatoes etc...someone even made a green bean casserole (gross)...sorry if you actually like that thing but I can't stand it.  Canned green beans and that cream of mushroom soup and fried onions in a can (shudders).  So there was just basically food, drink, friends and fun.  It was a nice time.  Next up....another friend is making xmas dinner though it's on Dec 29th...it's when we could all get together.  This is another tradition that's been going on about 7 years.  I guess it could be said that my friends and I just love food and getting together.   Nothing wrong with having fun but I gotta watch that food.  I need my clothes to fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun announcement last night...my friend Michele, the one  front and center in jeans got engaged.  I'm so excited for her and I really want her to be happy.  Though there are some issues with the whole thing...I just hope it works out and the couple is happy.  She has asked me to be a bridesmaid which I gladly accepted.  That was some fun news and added to the cheer of the evening and it meant that there was some Champagne....nothing ever wrong with a little bubbly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-7472434233318596330?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7472434233318596330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=7472434233318596330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/7472434233318596330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/7472434233318596330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/R0D6ZpJa5-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Gtea5BDizZo/s72-c/P1010010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-2511494935051433103</id><published>2007-11-12T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T01:29:12.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have No Words....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4JMOh-cul6M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4JMOh-cul6M&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really rare that I have nothing to say and this is one of those times.  My friend sent this to me and well...I cracked up but the sad this is...I've seen this in the flesh and it does exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-2511494935051433103?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/2511494935051433103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=2511494935051433103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/2511494935051433103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/2511494935051433103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-no-words.html' title='I Have No Words....'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-6229106090832414751</id><published>2007-11-07T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:10:34.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 things....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.automedia.com/NewCarBuyersGuide2007/photos/2007/Lincoln/Mark%20LT/Pickup_Truck/2007_Lincloln_MarkLT_ext_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.automedia.com/NewCarBuyersGuide2007/photos/2007/Lincoln/Mark%20LT/Pickup_Truck/2007_Lincloln_MarkLT_ext_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First...the vehicle in this pic perplexes me.  It's a Lincoln pickup truck.  Now...being from NYC, I don't really see the need for a pickup here but I do understand that there are many reasons to have them.  I can respect that.  I just do not understand why Lincoln makes one.  Who is this geared towards?  When I think Lincoln, I think gypsy cab or some rich person being driven by their driver but this is in a town car...not a pickup.  So, if you have any insights on this monstrosity...let me in on it.  I'd appreciate it.  I keep seeing them here and I just don't get it.  Also, my friend in LA tells me they are ALL over there.  I also don't get the need for this in LA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second...yesterday was election day and I was #19 to vote in my district.  I voted around noon.  I walked into the voting booth and I actually laughed.  The only thing to vote for were a few judges and there were the same names running unopposed in the Democratic and the Republican lines.  I had NO idea who any of them were.  It kinda felt like a bit of a waste but it is my right to vote so I will continue to do so.  I've never missed an election.  I once missed a primary because I had the flu.  I think it's really important to vote.  I know a lot of people think that their vote doesn't count but I can tell you...they do. During the 2000 election, I was entrenched in my boss' race (NYS Senator) and I was so involved in it, I was having a hard time keeping track of the Bush/Gore debacle.  I'll say this...those results were finalized before the results of my boss' race.  It was intense.  It went to paper votes and it really showed me how much each vote really does count.  The election came down to a difference of votes in the double digits.  There were a total of about 20,000 votes and it was THAT close.  Anyway, I don't want to babble too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those are my 2 things.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-6229106090832414751?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6229106090832414751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=6229106090832414751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6229106090832414751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6229106090832414751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/11/2-things.html' title='2 things....'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-6295195461220776090</id><published>2007-11-04T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:54:17.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Steak and taters....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Ry6BKoibsTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_7W4OMxS-9U/s1600-h/1104072034a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Ry6BKoibsTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_7W4OMxS-9U/s320/1104072034a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129179045302087986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Ry6BEoibsSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zAav-AfV5KY/s1600-h/1104072007a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Ry6BEoibsSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zAav-AfV5KY/s320/1104072007a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129178942222872866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Ry6A-IibsRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ksgZaPxuGSg/s1600-h/1104072006a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Ry6A-IibsRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ksgZaPxuGSg/s320/1104072006a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129178830553723154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take the lead from some other people and post some of my cooking.  I love to cook so I'll post some of my creations though it may not happen too often so don't get too used to it.  If you want to see a real food blog that is updated often and maintained well...check out &lt;a href="http://aloshaskitchen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alosha's Kitchen.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes some sweet stuff.  I'd be inviting myself for dinner often if I wasn't 3000 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I made broiled skirt steak and mashed potatoes tonight.  I am a huge fan of the skirt steak and of potatoes so well...it's a good match.  Normally I would make a vegetable too but I bought a pretty big steak so I decided to forgo the vegetable....potato is a vegetable...right?  I'll post some pics.  I don't know how to post pics in a particular order so you'll see some pics of raw steak before broiling and raw potatoes before steaming and then of the finished product.  Pretty easy.  First I'll tell ya what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steak: just put on some kosher salt (it's all I really use), garlic powder and some paprika.  (it's how mom and grandma did it.  Then I just put it under the broiler.  Probably a total of about 15 minutes or so for a medium rare.  I flip it in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potatoes:  I just used some California white potatoes and leave the skin on.  I cut them up a little and steam them.  About 20 mins or so.  Just till fork tender.  Sometimes the time varies depending on the size.  I just add some butter and kosher salt then mash.  If I'm feeling indulgent, I'll add some cheese sometimes.  I like deli sliced white american sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple meal.  Sometimes I pull out all the stops but this is just an easy simple meat and taters meal.  Also, I'm not the hugest fan of pepper and that's why I don't use it too much in seasoning.  I use it if I'm making a soup or stew or something where it's more hidden.    I don't usually use it on my meat directly and to tell ya the truth...never had any complaints.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the pics with my phone so they kinda suck but well, deal with it.  Also...I gave you the plate raw and uncensored and I fully admit that I ate the steak with ketchup.  Now, I happen to like skirt steak with ketchup.  I know a lot of chefs would cringe but whatever.  I WILL NOT eat any steak with ketchup in public and if anyone ever said I eat steak with ketchup, I'd deny it.  I also won't eat a filet mignon with ketchup...that gets my special home made bernaise sauce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-6295195461220776090?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6295195461220776090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=6295195461220776090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6295195461220776090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6295195461220776090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/11/steak-and-taters.html' title='Steak and taters....'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Ry6BKoibsTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_7W4OMxS-9U/s72-c/1104072034a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-4255551262511095784</id><published>2007-10-31T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T20:31:40.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/10/44/23034410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/10/44/23034410.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it's a good thing that I'm not a mother yet.  My blog turned 1 on October 3rd and I totally forgot and didn't even give it a mention.  Ooops.  Well, I have to acknowledge it in a belated birthday post.  I didn't realize I've been boring you guys for over a year now.  Wow how time flies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Halloween since that is what it is today.  I got 2 groups for trick or treaters.  They were large groups but still...2...just 2.  I heard a lot of em walk by but they didn't ring my bell.  FINE...be that way.   I live on the 2nd floor of a 3 family house, I guess they didn't want to ring all 3 bells.  I dunno.   Their loss, I have some good candy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it...stay tuned for November....it's body image awareness month....who knew?  I didn't til I heard it on Access Hollywood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY BLOG!  and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-4255551262511095784?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/4255551262511095784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=4255551262511095784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/4255551262511095784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/4255551262511095784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/belated-happy-birthday.html' title='Belated Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-2757678078396884475</id><published>2007-10-28T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:44:04.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mtv.com/movies/photos/h/hostel_121605/flip_hostel_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mtv.com/movies/photos/h/hostel_121605/flip_hostel_03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have mainly been a horror movie scaredy cat for most of my life.  It began with visiting my best friend at the time in Fresno, Ca.  She lived in NY and moved because her mom got remarried so I went to visit.  I was 10.  We watched Nightmare on Elm Street.  I was terrified because I woke up and the movie was still on and I was alone in a house (I'm not a house person as I grew up in Manhattan in an apartment).  I was freaking out.  I couldn't find anyone and I heard odd noises outside and saw all kinds of trees moving.  (Did I forget to mention that my friend's new stepdad was a dr in the army so they lived on the base?).  Ok, so I cried a bit and tried to go to sleep.  Turned out my friend was in bed with her mom because she was scared shitless.  So, that scarred me for a long time.  I thought Freddy was going to get me for a long time.  I had pretty much stopped watching all horror movies...At 13, I decided to watch The Shining....scared the shit out of me again...so, now I was really staying away from the horror.  I've never seen any Halloween movies, Friday the 13th movies, Sleepaway Camp movies.  I've missed most horror franchises because of my intense fear.  Well, I'm trying because I have heard good things about many horror flicks.  I tivoed IT the other night...I'm working up the nerve to watch that.  I also tivoed Hostel.  I watched that today.  I decided I'd go for some eye candy since Jay Hernandez it in it and well, he's hot.  I figured I could soften the blow of the whole horror thing by seeing the eye candy.  Well, this movie sucks.  I laughed.  Every time there was gore...I laughed.  I just thought it was stupid.  Sorry Eli, I won't be catching the sequel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one scene where a guy is wielding a chainsaw because he wants to cut someone with it...well, he slips on blood and he cuts off his own leg....I really broke out into hysterical laughter at that one.  I don't want to give anything away because if you haven't seen it then...well, don't...but still, I don't like to give things away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the scary....I thought The Omen was scary as hell.  My dad had a store that I would work in after school and on weekends and upstairs was a video store.  I became friends with one of the guys in the store and I'd hang out there and watch movies sometimes.  He put on The Omen one day....I had nightmares for a long time.  I remember sitting on the chair and holding on so tight that I had white knuckles.  I already said that The Shining was frightening.   Alfred Hitchcock did a good job scaring me as well.  Psycho is fantastic but scary but more so than that was The Birds....Living in NYC with SO many pigeons around....that movie hits real close to home.  The Hand That Rocks the Cradle scared the hell out of me because it's something that can actually happen.  You could be all happy in your suburban life and meet up with some freakshow like Rebecca DeMorney's character.  It's not so out there.  So those movies really scare me and give me a shudder down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've rambled enough....just my personal little history with horror/scary movies.  I'm trying to work up the courage to watch IT.  I think I can do it.  I just keep telling myself that Stephen King's movies are not as scary as his books are.  I refuse to read The Shining because the movie was so damned scary I'm sure the book is scarier.  OK, I really am gonna stop with the blabbing.  :)  Hope everyone had a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-2757678078396884475?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/2757678078396884475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=2757678078396884475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/2757678078396884475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/2757678078396884475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/horror-movies.html' title='Horror Movies'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-3676829675202127725</id><published>2007-10-10T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:03:28.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Long Will You Live?</title><content type='html'>Well, most of you know I have been battling this awful upper respiratory crap.  The penicillin didn't do jack so yesterday the dr gave me a Z Pack with a Difulcan chaser.  I know, I know...you're all jealous.  Well, today is the first day in like 2 weeks that I actually feel like a person.  I can breathe and I am not running a fever.  So that's all good.  But the antibiotics are making my tummy a mess.  Good thing my bathroom isn't too far and I have a lifetime supply of Charmin Ultra.  I want to apologize for not commenting on blogs.  I've been trying to read em all but haven't been commenting because I just feel like crap and I'm most happy when curled up under my covers.  Enough about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Martha Stewart today and the show was all about leading a healthy and longer life.  There is an age calculator and I thought I should take it...even though with how I've been feeling, I imagined it would tell me I'd live to 32 if I'm lucky.  Well, it didn't say that.  It said I'd live til I'm 85.  I can deal with that.  And I can make it better by making some easy life changes.  I thought you'd all want to see when you'll die  ;)  The test is &lt;a href="http://www.livingto100.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-3676829675202127725?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/3676829675202127725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=3676829675202127725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/3676829675202127725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/3676829675202127725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-long-will-you-live.html' title='How Long Will You Live?'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-4665750292200881967</id><published>2007-10-01T20:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:42:49.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THINK PINK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/img/nbcam/ribbon_3000_sh.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/img/nbcam/ribbon_3000_sh.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as most of you know, October is Breast Cancer awareness month so I figured I'd give it a little face time.  My font will stay pink in honor of this month.  Sorry if the color is a little hard on the eyes but it's a good cause.  Well, first off, this year I'm not able to do the Avon walk and that really annoys me but scheduling was an issue so I'll be back to it next year.  But...I found this &lt;a href="https://www.galtogalwalk.org/"&gt;virtual walk &lt;/a&gt; and I think it's a fantastic idea.  It's $3 to participate so I think it's doable for most people.  So, feel free to join and in fact, I encourage it.  :)  Next year, I'll be back to busting my ass and walking 40 miles in 2 days.  It was an amazing experience last year.  This upcoming weekend is actually the walk in NYC.  I hope to be able to at least lend some support to the walkers and cheer them on at some point this weekend.  Also, it's fun to buy some of the pink items that are around from different companies.  So, I hope you all do a little something for your part and I thank everyone in advance for that.    :)  Hope everyone is doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-4665750292200881967?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/4665750292200881967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=4665750292200881967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/4665750292200881967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/4665750292200881967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/10/breast-cancer-awareness.html' title='THINK PINK'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-5041645473806313169</id><published>2007-09-26T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T15:25:14.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I blame my dad...</title><content type='html'>Well, my dad got this horrible sore throat and I kept telling him to stay away from me because I don't want it.  Well...I got it.  Damn him.  The worst part is that I have it worse than him.  It has settled in my chest and it just hurts to breath.  Unfortunately when I was in college, I had pneumonia and ever since then, most colds I get just go right to the lungs.  Anyway, I just wanted to let you all know why I've been a little MIA.  I've been trying to rest a lot which means I end up sleeping during the day because I don't sleep at night since almost every time I fall asleep, I wake up choking.  Yup, it's fun.  I'm taking penicillin and have been for 2 days but it doesn't seem to be doing much so we'll see.  OK, enough about me being sick.  I really hope it goes away soon because Friday is my dad's 65th Birthday and we have plans to go to Morton's Steakhouse.  I really want to be ok for that because well, you all know how I feel about good food.  Also, I had planned to start &lt;a href="http://www.weightwatchers.com"&gt;Weight Watchers &lt;/a&gt; on Monday but I couldn't move on Monday so that didn't happen.  Also, I wanted to feel better when I start.  But it turns out that this illness is a good diet.  I've lost 3 pounds.  But this isn't how I want to lose it.  I just haven't had an appetite and everything tastes funny to me.  The only thing that I have been eating is scrambled egg on a challah roll because it is one of the only things that tastes like what it's supposed to.  OK, well...I'm done.  I'll post something that's actually interesting when I feel better.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-5041645473806313169?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/5041645473806313169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=5041645473806313169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5041645473806313169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5041645473806313169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-blame-my-dad.html' title='I blame my dad...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-2202552486593378740</id><published>2007-09-19T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T18:50:13.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This cracked me up!</title><content type='html'>Thanks Cute Overload!  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nWU0bfo-bSY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nWU0bfo-bSY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-2202552486593378740?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/2202552486593378740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=2202552486593378740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/2202552486593378740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/2202552486593378740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-cracked-me-up.html' title='This cracked me up!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-1324082391605247053</id><published>2007-09-11T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T17:51:09.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Forget....</title><content type='html'>Well, as today is September 11th, I decided to take a turn and do a serious post.  I haven't really spoken too much about my experience on 9/11/01 to many people because it was a day I will never forget and it was the source of many many nightmares for a long time.  I can't watch any news about it nor can I see any of the movies or even look at pictures.  I saw it all when it happened and I was just too close for comfort.  Although, I wasn't downtown at the time, I was right across the river in Queens and I saw everything as it transpired.  So, for the first time...I will actually write down my story of that day.  I guess for me it should be a bit cathartic.  I have never been able to do it before but here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my first week of Law School.  I was sitting in my first class.  We heard some strange rumors about the White House and the Capital exploding.  Then we heard about a plane hitting one of the towers of the World Trade Center.  We were all confused.  My Professor just kept on teaching but no one was paying attention.  We wanted to know what was going on.  We then heard from another Professor that her brother was on the first plane that hit the towers.  Well, that was the end of class.  We all got up and went to the lounge to watch the tv.   It was on CNN and outside the lounge is an outside deck.  I went out there with some people and we could see the 1st tower burning.  Then someone pointed and said "look."  It was at that point that I saw another plane.  We were all wondering where it was going.  In horror, we all watched as it hit the second tower.  I will never get that sound or that vision out of my head.  Then I just stood there with a guy I actually went to High School with.  He had his arm around me and we just cried as we watched the towers burn and stood there until they both collapsed.  We had NO clue what was happening.  I then went inside to watch the tv to see if I could get any information.  I was just in a state of shock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was away at the time and I had no way of reaching him and my mom was in the city but I didn't know where.  I was hoping she was home and safe.  I couldn't get through to ANYONE on the phone.  Many of us were outside trying to contact people.  It was just complete mayhem.  No one knew what to do.  I finally got a hold if my aunt and she got through to my mom and my dad so that was good.  But, I found out that my cousin, who worked at 7 World Trade hadn't been heard from.  She was also 7 months pregnant at the time so there was some drama with that.  Finally she was found and she was ok.  She had to walk several miles to get to a ferry which took her to NJ where her husband picked her up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out at school for a while because we were all just sitting in front of the tv not knowing what to do or how to react.  I also didn't know if I could go home as I was told no one could get into Manhattan.  So, I stayed at a friend's house in Queens.  I went to a drug store and bought a tooth brush and a clean pair of underwear.  I sat with my friend and her roommate and we watched CNN until we were completely numb.  I just had no feeling left whatsoever.  I also had no tears left.  I never felt like that before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we had classes because the school was just trying to keep normalcy.  I went to class since I was right near school.  It was a light schedule on Wednesday though, so I left early.  I took the 59th Street bridge home and the smell was unreal.  As I was driving across the bridge, something I've done probably thousand's of times, I saw the broken skyline for the first time.  I saw the smoke pouring out of lower Manhattan and the absence of the Twin Towers and at that time, Proud to be An American came on the radio and I just cried my eyes out.  I don't know how I saw to drive but I just cried  and cried.  I then went to my mom's house because September 12th is her birthday.  Obviously it wasn't a time for celebration so we just hung out for a while.  Finally, I made it home.  At the time, I lived on the Upper West Side....74th and Broadway.  I walked into my apartment and for lack of any better words, my whole apartment smelled like burning flesh.  I cried again.  I had left my kitchen window open about a half an inch and the smell just seeped in.  Also, there was soot and all kinds of dirt blowing in.  I spent the night alone and that was the beginning of my nightmares.  For a long time after that, I would have a lot of nightmares.  I didn't sleep too much for the fear of more nightmares.  Eventually, a list of the fatalities was published and I remember sitting at the computer going through the list name by name to see if anyone I knew was on it.  I don't know how it happened since I grew up in NYC, went to high school in NYC, college and law school in NY but I did not know one person on that list.  For that, I was extremely thankful.  Though, a little while after 9/11, I spoke to a friend who worked on the 90something floor of one of the towers.  Well, she couldn't decide what to wear to work that day so she missed the Staten Island ferry she always took and got a later one.  She never made it to work but many people from her office did not survive unfortunately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks after 9/11, I was in the car with a friend of mine who is a cop.  We were driving downtown and so many of the streets were blocked off but because he kept showing his badge, we got through.  Well, he made a wrong turn and we drove right up to ground zero.  I just saw this enormous pile of smoldering debris.  The smell was unreal.  I can't even describe it.  It was then that I saw another sight I will never forget.  A body was recovered and it was being brought out.  We had to stop and the body was brought out right in front of us.  The people who were there lined up to form an aisle for the deceased and the body was brought out.  It was a horrible moment and one I will never forget and one that will haunt me in my dreams forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-1324082391605247053?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/1324082391605247053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=1324082391605247053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/1324082391605247053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/1324082391605247053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/never-forget.html' title='Never Forget....'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-4369694567870554678</id><published>2007-09-05T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:54:18.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins...again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rt9B2SnmalI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VghRsXxK5sA/s1600-h/528029056_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rt9B2SnmalI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VghRsXxK5sA/s320/528029056_19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106872903428106834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rt9ByinmakI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Yy9UqwE8HjQ/s1600-h/528029056_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rt9ByinmakI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Yy9UqwE8HjQ/s320/528029056_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106872839003597378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rt9BvCnmajI/AAAAAAAAADs/7V4bMCctDvg/s1600-h/528029056_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rt9BvCnmajI/AAAAAAAAADs/7V4bMCctDvg/s320/528029056_09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106872778874055218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rt9BrynmaiI/AAAAAAAAADk/Vr07efHXSfI/s1600-h/528029056_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rt9BrynmaiI/AAAAAAAAADk/Vr07efHXSfI/s320/528029056_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106872723039480354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were too cute for me not to share.  I just got this email today and I couldn't deal!  They are just too cute.  Though, I don't know that I'd subject my kids to such torture.  ;)  Funny thing, I don't even really talk to my cousin (fyi, we went to college together and never really spoke) but she keeps sending pics of the kids so that's cool.  I would like to see them again but she doesn't seem to ever want to make plans so screw it.  I don't chase after people to make plans.  Anyway....enjoy the cuteness.  I'm sure I won't be posting these guys for a while since I did just do two in a row so get your baby fix in now while you can...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-4369694567870554678?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/4369694567870554678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=4369694567870554678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/4369694567870554678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/4369694567870554678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/09/twinsagain.html' title='Twins...again!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rt9B2SnmalI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VghRsXxK5sA/s72-c/528029056_19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-6667764273203897168</id><published>2007-08-30T17:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:54:18.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rtc4PSnmahI/AAAAAAAAADc/1U3Qt9Va1BM/s1600-h/Jacob+aug+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rtc4PSnmahI/AAAAAAAAADc/1U3Qt9Va1BM/s320/Jacob+aug+07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104610537994873362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rtc4LCnmagI/AAAAAAAAADU/hI1FGRJasbE/s1600-h/jacobandisabella+aug+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rtc4LCnmagI/AAAAAAAAADU/hI1FGRJasbE/s320/jacobandisabella+aug+07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104610464980429314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rtc3-CnmaeI/AAAAAAAAADE/AyE4RTLInvY/s1600-h/isabella+aug+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rtc3-CnmaeI/AAAAAAAAADE/AyE4RTLInvY/s320/isabella+aug+07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104610241642129890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some new pics of the twins so I thought  I'd share.  She's about 10 pounds and change and he's 13 pounds and change.  I can't believe that just several months ago they were 4 and 5 pounds.  It's insane.  They're getting so big and healthy.  Isabella is no longer on a heart monitor and all is well.  Just 2 healthy babies.  And get this....they both sleep at the same time and get up at the same time.  Way to make life easy for their parents.  Jacob is in the blue and Isabella is in the pink...in case you didn't know  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-6667764273203897168?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6667764273203897168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=6667764273203897168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6667764273203897168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6667764273203897168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/08/growing-twins.html' title='Growing Twins'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rtc4PSnmahI/AAAAAAAAADc/1U3Qt9Va1BM/s72-c/Jacob+aug+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-2808001310816383455</id><published>2007-08-19T21:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T21:34:00.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fish Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thetropicaltank.co.uk/Fishindx/Fishpics/mollybl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.thetropicaltank.co.uk/Fishindx/Fishpics/mollybl1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bangkokaquarium.com/images/angle/zebra-lace-angle-fish.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.bangkokaquarium.com/images/angle/zebra-lace-angle-fish.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thumb13.webshots.net/t/10/11/8/39/3/2820839030089414493zvMhzP_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://thumb13.webshots.net/t/10/11/8/39/3/2820839030089414493zvMhzP_th.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.planet-fish.co.uk/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/neon_tetras_001_w320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.planet-fish.co.uk/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/neon_tetras_001_w320.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ag.arizona.edu/aes/mac/images/catfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ag.arizona.edu/aes/mac/images/catfish.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 7, I got a fish tank for my birthday.  I was SOOOO excited.  I knew I was getting it and I just waited and waited.  I wanted to go pick out fish so bad.  It was a 10 gallon tank that I got.  My dad set it up in my room and he had it all hooked up and put water in and started the filter.  He told me we had to wait a few days for the water to be right before we could go buy fish.  So for several days, I had an empty tank that wasn't all that exciting.  Then we went to the fish store.  I thought I was going to get the coolest fish ever but then I found out that the coolest fish go in salt water tanks and they are all really expensive so I was getting freshwater fish.  Ok, I was a little disappointed but I got over it because I got me some neon tetras, kissing gouramis, angel fish, black mollies, tiger fish and a catfish.  I probably had some other kinds at some points but those were pretty much the staples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neon tetras were cool because they would just glow and I would get a bunch of them and they would all kinda swim together and be all glowy and cool.  When you're 7, it's mesmerizing.  The gouramies were ok.  Not too interesting but they did kiss and I only ever had 2 at a time.  It was cute.  The angel fish were mean bastards.  They would fight with all the other fish and kill and eat them so I stopped getting them even though they were pretty.   The black mollies liked to reproduce.  I feel like every time I looked a the damned tank, I had babies.  I was a little annoyed because they were the ugliest most boring looking fish in the tank and not the ones I wanted more of but...they kept breeding.  Bad thing is the babies would get eaten.  Oops.  I even bought them a special little cage thing that separated them from the rest of the tank....well...either they got out or the others got in because they still kept disappearing.  Then there was the jumping tiger fish (no pic of these guys because I don't think they were actualy called tiger fish, oh well).  They used to somehow escape the tank and I'd find them dead and dried up on the floor.  Stopped buying those too.  Now we come to the catfish.  The catfish was special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'll tell you about my cat fish. I got it when I got the tank...it was about 2 inches long.  It was not the prettiest but it kept my tank clean.  It ate all the algae off of the walls of the tank.  I don't recall the fish having a name but it might have.  Anyway, after a few years, my parents got divorced and the tank was moved to my mom's house.  My mom was not as diligent as cleaning the tank as my dad was but my catfish lived.  In fact, the catfish was the only fish.  I didn't get any other fish so the catfish was all alone.  I fed it and I took care of it.  I tried to clean the tank on my own but that wasn't pretty, I needed my mom's help.  I was 10 at this point.  So, my catfish was 3.  This was quiet the hearty fish.  It just kept growing and growing.  Soon, it would be about 8 inches long.  It was unreal.  This fish lived until I was 13.  Yeah, I had 1 fish for 6 years!  And you have NO idea what this poor fish lived through because there were times I would be at my father's and I'd come back and the water was so cloudy, I thought that the fish was surely dead but no, it persevered.  One day, I came home from school and I went to feed my fish.  Well, the fish looked TOTALLY different.  It was the wrong color and the wrong size and well, a completely different fish.  Yet, I wasn't told that anything happened to my fish.  I asked my mom what happened and she just looked at me with a straight face and said: "Nothing happened, the fish is fine.  It's the same fish, it just went through menopause so it changed."  Mind you, I was 13 at the time.  My mom really thought I would believe her and she INSISTED it was the same fish.  She kept selling the menopause story but I wasn't buying.  Finally she fessed up.  That's the story of my catfish and my mom still laughs about this.  Yeah, that's my twisted family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-2808001310816383455?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/2808001310816383455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=2808001310816383455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/2808001310816383455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/2808001310816383455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/08/fish-tale.html' title='A Fish Tale'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-5539369731859715137</id><published>2007-08-02T17:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T17:06:49.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, call me a copy cat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div sv="start"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed width="165" height="250" style="display:inline;width:165px;height:250px;" src="http://embed.snapvine.com/flash/snap.swf" quality="high" name="snap" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" wmode="transparent" scale="noscale" salign="tl" flashvars="forum=embed.snapvine.com/profile/BOs5Uo1MPWhagHm6NKlMX9uGE2Sprj4p/gadget_ms&amp;skinid=72&amp;amp;hv=2"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.snapvine.com/signup?reason=ms&amp;amp;ref=BOs5Uo1MPWhagHm6NKlMX9uGE2Sprj4p"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.snapvine.com/images/gadget/getone.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.snapvine.com/profile/BOs5Uo1MPWhagHm6NKlMX9uGE2Sprj4p/manage"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.snapvine.com/images/gadget/signin.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div sv="end"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-5539369731859715137?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/5539369731859715137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=5539369731859715137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5539369731859715137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5539369731859715137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/08/yeah-call-me-copy-cat.html' title='Yeah, call me a copy cat!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-5751492639726713768</id><published>2007-07-20T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T19:08:14.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mish mash and hodge podge...</title><content type='html'>Well, I had planned to do a fun post because I found something fun when reading PITNB but it didn't work so I got annoyed.  Well, he had found a Simpsonizer where you can take a pic of yourself and make yourself a character in The Simpsons.  I tried like 10 different pictures of me but it didn't like any of them for various reasons so I got all annoyed.  Anyway...if you want to try it, here's the link : &lt;a href="http://www.simpsonizeme.com/index.php"&gt;Simpsonize&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Maybe it'll work for you.  If so, share!  Maybe I'll get a better pic over the weekend and it'll work.  We'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what else....oh yes...my friend loving Annie has taken a walk on the wild side with her new blog doing some erotic writing.  So, feel free to stop by her little place but I'll warn ya, you may need a cold shower after.  Go take a look at &lt;a href="http://yesilovethat.blogspot.com/"&gt;mmmm yes I love that&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could go on and ramble about a few things so I can stay true to the title of this post.  Oh, I am ADDICTED to bad summer tv.  Well, not all of it is bad like So You Think You Can Dance...it's actually a really good show and the dancers are really talented.  But Big Brother 8, Bad Girls Road Trip, On the Lot, Katie and Peter...yeah...those are CRAP but I watch anyway.  I'm sure there are more but I think I've embarrassed myself enough here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm off to do a murder mystery thing and I CAN NOT WAIT!  For those who don't know or didn't remember, tomorrow is my birthday and I wanted to celebrate doing something totally different.  So, I'm doing &lt;a href="http://www.accomplicethevillage.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  Then I'm going to dinner with some friends.  I was getting a little slack because I am not going to a bar for my birthday this year.  I'm totally over it...I get bored.  I haven't really been drinking and I don't need to sit and watch others do it.  I'm not opposed to bars, I'll still go but just not like I used to.  So, that's my quiet birthday plan.  I'll let you know how it goes.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for now.  I promised a post today so I had to deliver.  I don't like to make empty promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-5751492639726713768?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/5751492639726713768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=5751492639726713768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5751492639726713768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5751492639726713768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/07/mish-mash-and-hodge-podge.html' title='Mish mash and hodge podge...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-3133470237258624521</id><published>2007-07-02T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:30:50.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged and since Annie is so sweet, I will oblige.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lovingforyourheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Annie&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for some fun. Here’s the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.&lt;br /&gt;* Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;* People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;* Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I have a morbid fascination about the Holocaust.  I took several classes about it in college and I must see any kind of movie or documentary I can about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I re-read Catcher in the Rye just about every year because I like to see if my perspective changes as I grow older and wiser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Sometimes when I really have to pee, I dont.  I'm just too lazy and I just wait...no real reason for it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  As a child, I watched surgery on tv ALL the time.  My mother was convinced I was going to go to medical school because I loved watching the surgery so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I have only ever been truly in love with 1 guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I go through food phases.  Sometimes I have to eat something every day or I just keep eating it until I am sick of it and then I can't even look at that food for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I was my grandmother's favorite grandchild...or so I've been told by many family members.  (Aren't grandparents NOT supposed to have favorites?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  For a really long time, I was convinced that my mother wasn't my mother because I look NOTHING like her at all and we have NOTHING in common at all physically.  In the alternative, I look JUST like my father.  One day I demanded to see my birth certificate because I really didn't believe she was my mother.  I did get over that eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to tag 8 people :)  hehehe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jess (I know how you LOVE this stuff)&lt;br /&gt;2. Alosha&lt;br /&gt;3. Prico&lt;br /&gt;4. Jenner&lt;br /&gt;5. Jamie&lt;br /&gt;6. Daya&lt;br /&gt;7. Vanina&lt;br /&gt;8. Chryssy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know I NEVER do these things at all but Annie wasn't aware of this.  So, I felt it was only right for me to do it  and you know what....it was kinda fun.  Just a little....I'll admit it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-3133470237258624521?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/3133470237258624521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=3133470237258624521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/3133470237258624521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/3133470237258624521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-been-tagged-and-since-annie-is-so.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged and since Annie is so sweet, I will oblige.'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-8599238475196170667</id><published>2007-06-24T21:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:13:53.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny story...and well....time for a new post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/87/250px-Ng900secabrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/87/250px-Ng900secabrio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theautochannel.com/media/photos/saab/1997/97_saab_900_conver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.theautochannel.com/media/photos/saab/1997/97_saab_900_conver.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, why the pictures of cars you ask.  Well, I'll tell you.  So, the above is basically what I drive...I have a 1998 black Saab convertible but mine has black interior, not the tan in the pic.  Trust me, this is necessary to the telling of the story.  The weather today was PERFECT.  Picture the perfect spring day....I know, I know....it's summer but it was a perfect spring day nonetheless.  It was in the low to mid 70s.  This is also important to my story and why the pictures of the car I chose have the top down because I did today.  I try to take advantage of this weather and put the top down because I LOVE IT.  Around 8pm, I decided to go to the supermarket and pick up a few things.  I left the top down when I parked the car because it's a safe area and I was only going to be gone for a few.  Well, here's the funny part, when I come back from putting the shopping cart away (annoys the SHIT out of me when people just leave them all over the lot), there are 3 girls posing by my car and taking pictures.  I didn't even realize it until I startled them when I unlocked my doors with the remote.  They giggled and were all kinds of embarrassed.  I just smiled and got out of the way and let them take the pics they wanted.  Hell, why not...they seemed happy.  So, they were saying thank you over and over and still giggling.  I found this HILARIOUS.  It's not like I drive a Ferarri or a Lotus or some kind of car you NEVER see and is totally HOT.  Mind you, my car is fine, I like it, I'm not complaining...I just think it's really funny.  I only wish my car wasn't an automatic, I wish it was a stick.  This is the first car I have owned that is an automatic and well, I don't love it.  It was a good deal and that's why I have it but that's another story.  That and I happen to be a car person.  I LOVE cars.  Went to the car show every year and I loved it.  My dream is to have a limited edition Porshe Carerra.  Yeah.....I need a sugar daddy!  Anyhow, that's my funny story...hope it gives you a little chuckle since it gave me one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-8599238475196170667?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8599238475196170667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=8599238475196170667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/8599238475196170667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/8599238475196170667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/06/funny-storyand-welltime-for-new-post.html' title='Funny story...and well....time for a new post!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-6257287263508200446</id><published>2007-05-26T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T19:27:12.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all books!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.edina.k12.mn.us/edinahigh/departments/media/graphics/big_bookworm_color.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.edina.k12.mn.us/edinahigh/departments/media/graphics/big_bookworm_color.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  a long time now I have been saying that there are a lot of books that I have to read.  I have also been saying that I have to make a list of these books so that I can actually start reading them.  So, I started a list today.  It's not a very long list yet but it will get there I am sure.  It's just good that I started the list because I am the Queen of Procrastination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE to read and I have read a lot but I always feel like there are a million books I want to read.  I feel like it's my mission in life to read everything that is worth reading.  (I know...that's an insane mission but it's the only way I can explain it).  If it was healthy and socially acceptable, I would lock myself in a room and just read forever.  I guess I might get bored of it eventually and want to do other things but I really do love to read.  I guess that was my point.  So, I ask my readers to all do something for me.  I ask that you all give me your top 5 books and I will add them to my list.  Unless I've already read them of course.  I do have some standards though....lol.  I really don't like westerns.  I don't really know many people who do though.  Not the HUGEST non-fiction plan.  It has to be something I have a great interest in.  I like fluff but to an extent.  It can't be completely 100% fluff.  It has to have something redeeming about it.  That's pretty much it.  I just love to read and I welcome all suggestions.  Also, don't think you have to be limited to 5.  If you want to suggest more...go for it.  Oh, I am also not really a huge sci fi fan...I've tried.  There are some I like but it's a really small area.  I also have one more thing....I don't do Harry Potter.  I tried...I hated it.  I also HATED Moby Dick.  I never finished it...it was one of the worst books I ever read.  Ok, I'm really done now.  It's all you guys now.  Take it away!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-6257287263508200446?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6257287263508200446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=6257287263508200446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6257287263508200446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6257287263508200446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/05/calling-all-books.html' title='Calling all books!!!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-7977035929284261103</id><published>2007-05-21T19:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:54:19.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/RlIwxBGtbhI/AAAAAAAAACc/-gaSqNxUB9M/s1600-h/P1010066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/RlIwxBGtbhI/AAAAAAAAACc/-gaSqNxUB9M/s320/P1010066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067166149413531154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/RlIwpRGtbgI/AAAAAAAAACU/UGUiZAqAz48/s1600-h/P1010065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/RlIwpRGtbgI/AAAAAAAAACU/UGUiZAqAz48/s320/P1010065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067166016269544962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I know I know, my hiatus lasted a little too long but I told you all I'd be bad at this blogging thing.  I just don't do it.  I know me.  Anyway.  I know I had posted pics of my cousins when they were first born and having some issues.  Well, they are both home and doing well.  I went to Jacob's Bris on Sunday and took a few pics so I wanted to share.  They are so cute.  They are dressed up like little dolls.  I think Isabella is so cute but the outfit is a little Jon Benet for me.  It's cute though.  She also didn't have them on yet but she got her first strand of pearls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic was taken before Jacob had his snipping so he's happy here.  I can tell you this...post-snip, he wasn't so happy but I guess that's to be expected.  ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about all for now.  I'll try to be better about posting but I dunno.  hehe...we'll see.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-7977035929284261103?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7977035929284261103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=7977035929284261103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/7977035929284261103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/7977035929284261103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/05/twins-update.html' title='Twins update!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/RlIwxBGtbhI/AAAAAAAAACc/-gaSqNxUB9M/s72-c/P1010066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-9183506222984867029</id><published>2007-04-16T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T18:45:19.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog hiatus due to injury....</title><content type='html'>Well, as I was unpacking, I hurt my shoulder.  Doc at the ER said I might have torn something.  I dunno...gotta go for an MRI.  So, I'm a one armed bandit for the moment and for that reason, I won't be posting till I have 2 hands to type with again.  1 handed typing is annoying and slow.  I'll try to visit other blogs and comment but I won't be posting here for a bit.  I know you'll all miss me dearly..lol...   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-9183506222984867029?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/9183506222984867029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=9183506222984867029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/9183506222984867029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/9183506222984867029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-hiatus-due-to-injury.html' title='Blog hiatus due to injury....'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-2896889804605661721</id><published>2007-04-09T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T09:44:56.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin on up....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, not really but just moving.  I'll be a bit MIA for a few days or maybe a week.  I spent the weekend packing which was just NOT fun and now I have movers at my place who are packing.  Tomorrow is the big move...so I wish I could just crawl into a ball and just not be here.  I hate this crap.  Ok, I guess I should get back to it.  See you guys soon!&lt;br /&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/35469417-2896889804605661721?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/2896889804605661721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=2896889804605661721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/2896889804605661721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/2896889804605661721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/04/movin-on-up.html' title='Movin on up....'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-8682264056703137257</id><published>2007-03-29T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:23:30.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burt's Bees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.missbollywood.co.uk/images/Burts/BurtsBeesHerbalFacialCareKit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.missbollywood.co.uk/images/Burts/BurtsBeesHerbalFacialCareKit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, many of you may know how this tale begins but since there are some who don't, I'll start from the beginning.  I had been using Burt's Bees face moisturizer and eye cream for a while when one day....I woke up and my eyes were swollen shut.  Well, not all the way shut but mostly shut and they itched like mad.  So, I stopped using the stuff immediately.  This condition continued for days so I called the doctor.  My doctor called in a prescription for steroid eye drops and in about 2 days, I was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after all this happened...I called the company to tell them about the reaction to see if there was anything in particular wrong with this batch.  Nope...it was a little expired but nothing wrong...it was me.  They took down my information and all of the symptoms I had and were going to forward them to some department to make sure the company was aware it happened.  I received about 3 phone calls from Burt's Bees people asking me how I was doing.  I thought that was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't thought about this for a while but I got a call the other day from them and they wanted to verify my mailing address because they wanted to send me a refund check because of all the trouble I had.  I thought this was really nice.  So, since I can't buy their products for obvious reasons, I urge others to because they were so nice to me and they are all natural and they have some damned good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-8682264056703137257?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8682264056703137257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=8682264056703137257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/8682264056703137257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/8682264056703137257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/03/burts-bees.html' title='Burt&apos;s Bees'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-6283125408520673573</id><published>2007-03-28T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:52:12.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Set your TiVo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.savemartha.com/martha-show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.savemartha.com/martha-show.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday afternoon I went to a taping of the Martha Stewart show which &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;will air tomorrow, Friday March 30&lt;/span&gt;.  As many of you know, I LOVE to watch this show and I TiVo it every day.  I will say I was a little disappointed because Martha starved us.  I was asked to arrive by 12:30pm for a 2:00pm taping.  I was thinking there would be some sustenance since we were going to be there for a LONG time.  Well...not really...there was bottled water and plates of chocolate chip cookies.  That was all the food we saw from 12:30pm to 3:15pm.  So, I was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that the crowd control was handled well though I did feel like I was being herded like cattle.  At least they didn't brand us.  So we were herded into a waiting room where they had the water and cookies and a few plasmas playing old episodes of Martha.  We waited there for about 45 minutes where we had to fill out waivers and we were given our instructions by the warm up guy.  We were told to turn off all electronics and we were also given instructions about how to clap...yes...we had to know the different hand signals for a standing ovation, medium applause, huge applause, an appropriate ooooooooooooh when necessary and finally an mmmmmmmmm for when there was something yummy being made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being in the waiting room, we were called to go to the studio.  Each ticket had a different marking on it and this was how we were called.  I was lucky enough to be blue highlighter which meant I was the second to be called.  We got into the studio and it was freezing and really bright of course but it was perfect as it should be since it IS Martha.  We got to listen to the warm up guy for another half hour or so.  Whatever...nothing too exciting.  Then we were ready for the show to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac Posen was on the show and he had a little spring fashion show which was nice.  He's adorable but he's on fire.  Then he baked a cheesecake with Martha....that I could smell and because I was STARVING....I was salivating like mad.  The other 2 guests were some Iranian chick who went into space as a tourist.  She went to the International Space Station to visit.  She spoke about the experience that she paid a paltry sum of $20 million to enjoy.  Finally, we had Chef Andre something or other...he was the chef at Lutece (used to be a very nice and famous french restaurant in NYC very often compared to Le Cirque) for 35 years.  He and Martha made a lamb stew....yeah....with the aroma of this my stomach began to digest itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the taping, the chef took some questions so I asked a question about making stew since my meat always seems to be tough...never gets really tender.  He gave me a few tips.  Said to make sure I always keep it in the gravy and don't allow it to dry out.  He also said to always use shoulder meat.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia and I were seated in the 3rd row on the aisle.  We are behind the seating on the floor and we are in the middle section.  I'm wearing a green t and Georgia is wearing a grey blazer.  I think we were caught cracking up on camera during the Zac Posen segment.  This is the funny thing.  I had just said something about one of the crew being pregnant to Georgia.  There were a lot of pregnant women.  So, after I said something, Georgia looked at her and looked at me and said, "Um, that's not pregnant....she's just really fat."  Well, oops on my part...she really did look pregnant.  So, that's why we were laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times Martha gives out some really good stuff.  I've seen her give away digital cameras, gift cards to various stores, books, etc.  Well, we were told in the beginning that there were no giveaways at this show.  Well, as we left the building, they were handing stuff out.  I couldn't see what it was until I got up to the front.  It was actually two things.  One was a little bag of toiletries and samples of shampoos and other fun stuff.  Not bad.  Well, the other giveaway just left me baffled.  We were each given a box of Barilla linguine.  Yup, I got a $1 box of pasta.  Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on the show....the audience got 2 tickets to the circus, giant ziploc bags (they were a good thing) and the book 1000 Places to See Before You Die.   I got pasta.  YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-6283125408520673573?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6283125408520673573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=6283125408520673573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6283125408520673573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6283125408520673573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/03/set-your-tivo.html' title='Set your TiVo!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-2237816283531623802</id><published>2007-03-19T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:54:19.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies are doing well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rf7mdHcTKbI/AAAAAAAAABw/u31dnS5nXFg/s1600-h/jacobsleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rf7mdHcTKbI/AAAAAAAAABw/u31dnS5nXFg/s400/jacobsleeping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043722020589873586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rf7mYXcTKaI/AAAAAAAAABo/3hxFR07z5Bs/s1600-h/Jacob+Asleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rf7mYXcTKaI/AAAAAAAAABo/3hxFR07z5Bs/s400/Jacob+Asleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043721938985494946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The babies are starting to eat.  They have to be fed through a feeding tube since they can't suck yet.  She is eating about 1/5 of an ounce of breast milk every 3 hours.  They have IV lipids and fats to bulk em up and they are off the oxygen.  So, all is well.  The first pic is Jacob and the other two are Isabella.  So, looks like everything is good and going in the right direction.  I wanted to thank everyone for their well wishes, it means a lot.  I'll get back to my ranting posts soon....these kids did warm my cold heart though.  :)  How can they not, look at them! OK, I'll stop gushing. Happy Monday to everyone and hope it's a good week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rf7mT3cTKZI/AAAAAAAAABg/QjT_mShUWl4/s1600-h/isabella+asleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rf7mT3cTKZI/AAAAAAAAABg/QjT_mShUWl4/s400/isabella+asleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043721861676083602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-2237816283531623802?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/2237816283531623802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=2237816283531623802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/2237816283531623802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/2237816283531623802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/03/babies-are-doing-well.html' title='Babies are doing well...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rf7mdHcTKbI/AAAAAAAAABw/u31dnS5nXFg/s72-c/jacobsleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-2367490529069516292</id><published>2007-03-16T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:54:20.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Babies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rfsr9kmEifI/AAAAAAAAABY/8Hlb7tzmnkg/s1600-h/tiny+hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rfsr9kmEifI/AAAAAAAAABY/8Hlb7tzmnkg/s400/tiny+hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042672544566774258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Many of you know that my cousin had premature twins last week.  They were born at 29 weeks and were 2 pounds and 3 pound 6 oz.  Well, this picture totally struck a cord with me.  It was a color pic but I snazzed it up a bit with some tricks I have up my sleeve.  I am pretty sure this is the little 2 pound girl's hand.  I just can't get over how teeny it is.  I saw the kids the day after they were born and they are so small it's amazing.  So, I had to share this picture because I love it.  My cousin's sister loved it so much, she used it as the main picture on her site for the March of Dimes walk.  I was honored.  Not that she thanked me or anything but whatever.  I guess seeing it there was flattery.  So, basically, I just had to fill some space with words because I wanted to show off this picture.  &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/35469417-2367490529069516292?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/2367490529069516292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=2367490529069516292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/2367490529069516292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/2367490529069516292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/03/tiny-babies.html' title='Tiny Babies...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/Rfsr9kmEifI/AAAAAAAAABY/8Hlb7tzmnkg/s72-c/tiny+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-5728187211681227887</id><published>2007-03-12T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T16:41:47.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw his fine ass this weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://handson.provocateuse.com/images/photos/matt_damon_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://handson.provocateuse.com/images/photos/matt_damon_05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was out with a friend on Saturday and we went to eat at a place on 7th Ave between 26-27th.  Well, The Bourne Ultimatum happened to be filming on 7th Ave so I saw me some Matt Damon.  He looked good.  My friend and I had our lunch and then we wanted to walk south but we were stopped from doing that because of the filming.  We were told we'd have to wait for a bit.  So, we waited and we watched while a crash/chase scene was filmed.  It was fun to watch but after like the 3rd take of the same scene, I was over it.  Some guy started talking to me though during the filming...turns out he's a security guy.  He said they went through 26 cop cars during the movie so far for crashes.  He also said his main job is security for L&amp;O SVU which most of you know is one of my favorite shows.  He said that the whole cast is really nice and cool to all the crew so that was nice to hear.  Ok, well...that was my celeb sighting.  Not extremely interesting but it happened and I was stuck there so I watched.  Oh, this was cool though....Matt Damon was being filmed driving a VW Toureg.  The security guy was telling me that they basically opened the top of the car like with a can opener and put this mechanism on top so the guy sitting on top was actually driving the car because they yanked out all the insides of the car so they could put all these cameras inside to get all the angles on Damon.  It was cool to see that.  It looked like there was a go cart on top of the Toureg.  OK, that's really all...I'm done.&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/35469417-5728187211681227887?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/5728187211681227887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=5728187211681227887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5728187211681227887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5728187211681227887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-saw-his-fine-ass-this-weekend.html' title='I saw his fine ass this weekend!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-4807278413208946746</id><published>2007-03-09T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T16:57:13.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect for others!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.inkymess.com/imgs/inkings/washing-machine-man.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.inkymess.com/imgs/inkings/washing-machine-man.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;For a change I have a rant!  I went down to my basement to do some laundry....I saw what looked like a melted cardboard box in one of the washers.  It was in fact the rubber backing from a bath mat.  Someone just left it there.  I think that is SOOOOO rude when you have communal machines.  My building has 6 stories and about 5 apartments per story.  So, that's about 30 apartments.  Well, we all have to share 3 washers and 4 dryers.  It's not a lot but it should work.  People are just animals and have NO respect for others.  My super keeps the place real clean and spiffy and I thank him for that.  He's a great guy but people just make a mess even though he keeps cleaning.  It makes me so mad.  It also kills me when they don't clean the lint trap.  I don't really want to touch my lint...much less the lint of some stranger.  So why can't people just clean it after they use it?  Ok, I'm done with my rant.  I just ask for some respect...that's all.&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/35469417-4807278413208946746?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/4807278413208946746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=4807278413208946746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/4807278413208946746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/4807278413208946746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/03/respect-for-others.html' title='Respect for others!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-994801867369390255</id><published>2007-02-23T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T17:28:42.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It took her this long to figure it out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.celebspin.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/08/Pamela-Anderson-Baywatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.celebspin.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/08/Pamela-Anderson-Baywatch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After helping popularize UGGs, Pamela Anderson is now boycotting the boots after learning they're made from real sheepskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm getting rid of our Uggs," Anderson, 39, writes in her &lt;a href="http://www.pamelaanderson.com/diary.aspx?menuNo=3" target="_blank"&gt;online diary&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel so guilty for that craze being started around &lt;em&gt;Baywatch&lt;/em&gt; days – I used to wear them with my red swimsuit to keep warm – never realizing that they were SKIN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems Anderson, 39, thought the boots' woolly lining was attached to a synthetic backing. In fact, the boots are made from sheepskin with the fur intact. "I thought they were shaved kindly," she writes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People like to tell me all the time that I started that trend – yikes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A longtime animal-rights activist, Anderson suggests starting a new trend. "Do NOT buy UGGs! Buy Stella McCartney or Juicy boots – I'm looking for alternatives myself for my boys and the men in my life! I'm designing some right now for my family and will try and have some available on my Web site soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, she admits that wearing UGGs was an easy option. "It's what I grab by my door in the mornings to bring my kids to school or walk my dog on the beach at 6 a.m. or anything early – I've definitely over used them – and that's it!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGGs reps did not immediately return a call for comment about Anderson's Web post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok, so I have to comment on this.   This woman is a moron....so for years she had no idea she was wearing sheepskin boots?  Well, sorry Pam but it's all over their site and it's on the box and the materials in the box as well.  That said, I am going to weigh in on the UGG.  I love them.  I wear them in the winter to keep my feet warm...nothing else.  Before I had them, my toes would get numb and so cold.  Now, I can keep warm.  They should NOT be worn with skirts in the summer and they are not a fashion statement...they are a way to keep warm.  Ok, I'm done.  &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/35469417-994801867369390255?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/994801867369390255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=994801867369390255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/994801867369390255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/994801867369390255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-took-her-this-long-to-figure-it-out.html' title='It took her this long to figure it out?'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-6984646242058743104</id><published>2007-02-19T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T00:59:20.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Astrology...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/altreligion/1/0/f/F/2/cancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/altreligion/1/0/f/F/2/cancer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, I am a cancer and I got a little thing that had some descriptions....I kinda like mine....here so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; .&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:CANCER:. The Cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MOST AMAZING KISSER. Very high ### appeal. Great in bed!!! Love is one of a kind. Very romantic. Most caring person you will ever meet! Entirely creative. Extremely random and proud of it. Freak in bed. Spontaneous. Great tellin stories. Not a Fighter, But will Knock your lights out if it comes down to it. Someone you should hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yup, I'm wonderful.....basically.  You all knew that already though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know....3 posts in like 4 days...can you believe it?  Don't get too used to it though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those interested...here are the rest of the signs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;:VIRGO:. The Virgin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominant in relationships. Sexy. someone loves them right now. Freak in bed. Always wants the last word. Caring. Smart. Intellectual. Attractive. Loud. Loyal. Easy to talk to. Hard to forget. Love at first sight. Everything you ever wanted. Easy to please. The one and only. Ultimate sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:SCORPIO:. The sex addict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can be mean. EXTREMELY sexy. Intelligent. Energetic. Predict future. Most erotic. (Freak in bed.) (GREAT kisser.) Always get what they want. Sexy. Attractive. Easy going. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. The sexiest ever....Romantic. Caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:LIBRA:. The lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very pretty. Very romantic. Nice to everyone They meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique sexiness. Most caring person you will ever meet! Amazing n Bed..!!! Did I say Amazing in Bed? not the kind of person you wanna #### with... u might end up crying... the most irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:ARIES:. The Liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing. Lovable. Spontanious. Not one to #### with. Erotic. Funny. Take you on trips to the moon in bed. Excellent kisser EXTREMELY sexy. Loves being in long relationships.=) Addictive. Loud. best in bed. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:AQUARIUS:. Does it in the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy. Sexy. Great kisser. One of a kind. Loves being in long-term relationships. Extremely energetic. Unpredictable. Will exceed your expectations. Not a Fighter, But will Knock your lights out. Amazing in bed, THE BEST LOVERS BETTER THAN EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:GEMINI:. Does Twosomes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice. Love is one of a kind. Great listeners Very Good in bed. Lover not a fighter, but will still knock you the #### out. Trustworthy. Always happy. Loud. Talkative. Outgoing VERY FORGIVING. Loves to make out. Has a beautiful smile. Generous. Strong. ULTRA SEXY. THE MOST IRRESISTABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:LEO:. The Lion in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great talker. Sexy and passionate. Laid back. Knows how to have fun. Is really good at @#$%. Great kisser. Unpredictable. Outgoing. Down to earth. Loyal.Addictive. Attractive. Loud. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Not one to mess with. Rare to find. Great when found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:PISCES:. The Piece of ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring and kind. Smart. Too Sexy, DAMN IT. Very high ### appeal. Has the last word. The best to find, hardest to keep. Fun to be around. Freak in the sheets. Extremely weird but in a good way. Super good in bed. Good Sense of Humor!!! Thoughtful. A partner for life. Always gets what he or she wants. Loves to joke. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet. 5 years of bad luck if you do not repost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:CAPRICORN The passionate Lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to bust. Nice. Sassy. Intelligent. Sexy. Predict future. Irrestible, awesome kisser. Loves being in long relationships. Great talker. Always gets what he or she wants. BY FAR the BEST in BED. Very sexy. Coolest. Loves to own Gemini's in sports. Extremely fun. Loves to joke. Loves to be your first. So you'll never forget. Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:TAURUS The Tramp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aggressive. Freak in bed. Rare to find! Loves being in long relationships Likes to give a good fight for what they want. Extremely outgoing. Sexy as ........ Loves to help people in times of need. Outstanding kisser. Very funny. Awesome personality. Stubborn. Sexual as ......... Most caring person you will ever meet! One of a kind. Not one to #### with. Are the most sexiest people on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:SAGITTARIUS:. The Sexy one&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous. Horny. Freak in Bed. High appeal. Rare to find. Great when found. Loves being in long relationships. The one. So much love to give. Not one to mess with. Very pretty. Very romantic. Nice to everyone They meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique sexiness. Most caring person you will ever meet! Amazing in Bed..!!! Did I say Amazing in Bed? Not the kind of person you wanna mess with you might end up crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/35469417-6984646242058743104?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6984646242058743104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=6984646242058743104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6984646242058743104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6984646242058743104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/02/astrology.html' title='Astrology...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-942415286413060314</id><published>2007-02-15T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:54:20.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freudian Slippers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/RdUAUMppXOI/AAAAAAAAABM/oZsuLspa0y4/s1600-h/021507_1839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/RdUAUMppXOI/AAAAAAAAABM/oZsuLspa0y4/s400/021507_1839.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031928505649683682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As many of you know, my best friend is a psychiatrist.  Well, she sent me a picture of her slippers and I cracked up. Yup, they are Freudian Slippers...LOLOL.  The tongue part is a little sock thing where your toes go.   I just thought I'd share since I laughed.  I want to give you a laugh too.  &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/35469417-942415286413060314?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/942415286413060314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=942415286413060314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/942415286413060314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/942415286413060314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/02/freudian-slippers.html' title='Freudian Slippers'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_466IYh0jgGU/RdUAUMppXOI/AAAAAAAAABM/oZsuLspa0y4/s72-c/021507_1839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-84161460865098085</id><published>2007-02-14T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T19:43:15.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts on Valentines Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/994/593/1600/260410/hallmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/994/593/1600/260410/hallmark.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This card is from &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;Post Secret&lt;/a&gt; and it pretty much represents how I feel about Valentines Day.  It is not that I have any issue whatsoever with romance....in fact, I think it's a wonderful thing.  I just think that a person should do something sweet or romantic whenever they want to.  I think it's so much more special to receive flowers or some kind of gift from a significant other on a random day just because than to receive them on Valentines Day.  So, I do resent Hallmark and the other commercial companies who reap the benefits of making a killing by commercializing Valentines Day.  I will add that I do feel this way about a lot of holidays.  I feel that commercialization takes away a lot of the meaning and makes the holiday about the "things" rather than what the holiday is about in the first place.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I am getting off my soap box now.  I just thought I'd let everyone know how I feel about this day.  Oh, and it has nothing to do with me being single that I feel this way.  I have felt this way whether I am single or in a relationship.  I am the person who will stick a silly little love note or a kinky little suggestion in my man's coat pocket for him to find later and I will do this on a random day because I feel like it...not because it is dictated by Hallmark.  I also don't fault those who enjoy this day....so enjoy and eat that chocolate.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'm done for real now.  *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MUAH&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/35469417-84161460865098085?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/84161460865098085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=84161460865098085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/84161460865098085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/84161460865098085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-thoughts-on-valentines-day.html' title='My Thoughts on Valentines Day...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-4366616897182829545</id><published>2007-01-29T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:58:08.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hawaii.edu/powerkills/WF1.WORLD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.hawaii.edu/powerkills/WF1.WORLD.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thanks to my nice friend &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jessucka&lt;/span&gt;...she told me about a site meter.  It is a little widget down at the bottom of the page and it tells me how many people have come here to visit and it also breaks down where they are from.  Apparently, I have people from all over the world coming here to stop by...India, The Bahamas, Australia, England and many other places.  I thought this was so cool.  So, I think that if you're gonna stop by, say hi.  I welcome all new people.  I would love to hear from you.  We know I don't have anything all that interesting to say so maybe you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'd like to point out that I now have &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pac&lt;/span&gt; Man on the page so feel free to mix up some &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pac&lt;/span&gt; Man with some Hangman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I would like to apologize for being MIA for a while.  Many of you know that I have been quite busy and have had a lot going on.  I do promise to try to be a lot more diligent about posting.  I really will try but until March, things will be a bit slow and I really do apologize but I do promise to post a little more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, till the next post....enjoy!&lt;br /&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/35469417-4366616897182829545?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/4366616897182829545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=4366616897182829545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/4366616897182829545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/4366616897182829545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-everyone.html' title='Hey Everyone!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-8046505103570283591</id><published>2007-01-02T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T14:29:10.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2007!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, you've been asking for a new post so here it is!  LOL.  First off...I hope everyone had a nice weekend and a nice New Years.  I personally think it's the dumbest holiday.  Everything is triple the price and the people are all drunk and annoying.  At least that's what I've found in NYC.  So, I went to a friend's apartment then to a local pub.  It was nice and low key.  Every year I try to stay home on New Year's Eve but I get into so many fights about it, I just end up going out.  So, it wasn't really eventful.  I was home by 1:30am.  Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, as for resolutions, I don't do em.  Though, I do tend to reevaluate things around this time of year and I do try to make some changes but I know that I'm not going to go all out and completely change...it doesn't work that way.  Baby steps.  Ok, I'm done rambling on about nothing but this constitutes a new post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-8046505103570283591?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8046505103570283591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=8046505103570283591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/8046505103570283591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/8046505103570283591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-2007.html' title='Happy 2007!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-460691306682719943</id><published>2006-12-11T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T17:19:31.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glitter Wars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.candleandsoapstuff.com/images/glitter/holosilver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.candleandsoapstuff.com/images/glitter/holosilver.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, when I was in college, I started sending out holiday cards.  One year I decided it would be festive to include glitter in the cards.  So, each card had some glitter and when you opened it...surprise.  I didn't think this would be such a big deal because it was my sophomore year of college and we all lived in the dorms.  Well, my friend Stephen thought this was a HUGE deal and he wanted to kill me because he said he was finding glitter for months.  So began a bit of a prank war.  Though, Stephen is the type who can give it out but can't take it.  So, prank war with him is not the greatest.  I come home one day and go to turn my bedroom door and it's covered in Vaseline  and glitter.  Ok, hahaha...that was cute.  But then, later that night I go to use my phone...I didn't look at it before putting it to my ear....yup, you guessed it....more Vaseline and glitter so I now have that shit all over my ear and in my hair.  Now I was a little annoyed but I laughed.  I was plotting revenge.  I was going to stage a glitter attack on Stephen's car but I was going to wait.  I wanted him to be caught off guard....a sneak attack if you will.   So time goes by and it does die down.  I get caught first.  I come home and Stephen is waiting in my bedroom with a shitload of glitter on a piece of plastic and he hits a switch on my fan and yup....glitter storm ALL OVER my bedroom.  Gold glitter everywhere.  It was like he went to the craft store and bought them out.  So now I'm pissed and I mean war.  I am still planning on the car attack.  I was going to put the glitter ALL over the car....which is a bitch to clean but so was my room after the attack.  Someone told Stephen about my planned attack and it was foiled and the whole thing was dropped because as I mentioned before, he can give it but can't take it and he became a really whiny bitch.  Well, don't you worry...over the years I more than got him back.  Well, the war began in December of 1995.  So, this was 11 years ago and our prank wars have long since been over.....till today.  I got my holiday card from Stephen in the mail today.  It seemed kind of odd.  It was not smooth.  So, I felt it a bit and I also noticed that the entire envelope was totally sealed shut.  Then I shook the card and I heard glitter.  So, Stephen...nice try but I opened it over the garbage and there was no glittery mess like you intended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I now ask for ideas....all ideas welcome.  Here's the one caveat...he's a cop so I don't want to give him reason to arrest me.  But pretty much anything legal goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-460691306682719943?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/460691306682719943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=460691306682719943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/460691306682719943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/460691306682719943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/12/glitter-wars.html' title='Glitter Wars...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-7484088317241493491</id><published>2006-12-07T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:44:28.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet my Panda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- BEGIN bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/showpet.php?b=bWM9cGFuZGEuc3dmJmNscj0weGYxZWZlZiZjbj1wbGF0byZhbj1oYWxsaQ=="&gt;&lt;img src="http://petimage.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/petimage/bWM9cGFuZGEuc3dmJmNscj0weGYxZWZlZiZjbj1wbGF0byZhbj1oYWxsaQ==.png" width="250" height="300" border="0" alt="my pet!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-7484088317241493491?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7484088317241493491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=7484088317241493491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/7484088317241493491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/7484088317241493491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/12/meet-my-panda.html' title='Meet my Panda!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-6100150210122617813</id><published>2006-12-04T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T13:54:00.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Response!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://spearfish.k12.sd.us/shs/depart/langarts/durst/lmweb/Sunkist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://spearfish.k12.sd.us/shs/depart/langarts/durst/lmweb/Sunkist.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I emailed the soda company on Saturday and I got a response today!  They thanked me for my email as well as my concern and they are sorry I am unhappy with their product and they will forward my concerns to the marketing department.  Then they said they would send me a coupon for a 12 pack and I would get that in several weeks.  So, here's my question....where are they sending my coupon?  I didn't give them my address and if they are emailing coupons...why weren't they in the email I just got?  I don't get it.  But I did get a response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-6100150210122617813?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6100150210122617813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=6100150210122617813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6100150210122617813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6100150210122617813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/12/quick-response_04.html' title='Quick Response!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-8583699432816169755</id><published>2006-12-04T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T11:30:41.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WAAAAAAAAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, I've had this cold for a few days which is fine.  Well....not fine but not a big deal.  So, I woke up this morning and I can't swallow or talk.  I have NO voice.  To me.....this is almost a fate worse than death.  Other than that....I really don't have much.  The weekend was nice.  Decent weather but really not much going on.  I was trying to get rid of this cold that doesn't seem to want to leave my body.  Damn germs. &lt;br /&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/35469417-8583699432816169755?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8583699432816169755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=8583699432816169755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/8583699432816169755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/8583699432816169755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/12/waaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='WAAAAAAAAAAAAA'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-2614457229677574980</id><published>2006-12-01T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T18:06:32.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Rant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I will soon not rant every day or rather, every post.  Well, I just wanted to say that for years I have loved my diet sunkist soda.  Well....now it tastes different.  Fuckers must have changed the formula and now it tastes like baby aspirin and though I used to love that orange chalky goodness...I don't want to drink 12 ounces of it.  So, I'm annoyed.  Why can't companies leave well enough alone and keep the original formula that people apparently like since they buy it and have been buying it?  That's all I ask.  Well...for now.  :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-2614457229677574980?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/2614457229677574980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=2614457229677574980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/2614457229677574980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/2614457229677574980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/12/todays-rant.html' title='Today&apos;s Rant...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-7180507266261354301</id><published>2006-11-27T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:56:29.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWN WITH NEW YORK SPORTS CLUB!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fortunoff.com/assets/images/static/ancil/nysc_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fortunoff.com/assets/images/static/ancil/nysc_logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;So, I've been a member for about 5 years or so now and these people just don't appreciate it.  I get my bank statement and find out that they have overcharged me for the last 2 months.  Well, let me tell you...I don't appreciate this since they are overpriced anyway.  So, I call the gym to try to rectify this situation.  I am told the manager...Omar will call me back.  Well, I wait 2 hours...no call from Omar so I call back.  I'm told he has stepped out for his break and he'll call me back in a half an hour when he gets back.  You guessed it...he doesn't call back!  So, I call again and tell the person on the phone that this is just plain rude...I've been waiting 4 hours for a call back.  So, I call their 800 number for customer service.  Well, I get the problem fixed with regard to getting my refund but I try to explain that I think Omar is unprofessional for not calling back.  They don't care and they basically say...well...we fixed you're problem so we're done.  NO WE ARE NOT DONE!  Your employees are not nice and are not helpful and that's not cool.  Ok, I had to rant...I ranted and now I'm done.  &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/35469417-7180507266261354301?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7180507266261354301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=7180507266261354301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/7180507266261354301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/7180507266261354301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/11/down-with-new-york-sports-club.html' title='DOWN WITH NEW YORK SPORTS CLUB!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-4042664476769124466</id><published>2006-11-24T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T15:50:50.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YAHOOOOOOOOOOOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I AM BACK!  I can post.  So damn you blogger for trying to get rid of me because you CAN'T!  HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope everyone had a good turkey day.  I had a good one...went to someone else's place and she did all the work which made be feel bad because she is 9 months preggers.  I kept trying to help but I got yelled at.  Oh well.  Food was great though.  I attempted making a cheesecake for the first time.  It was a HUGE hit so I'm proud of myself.  I was always afraid to conquer the cheesecake.  I guess I do have other things to post so I'll just ramble a little since it's my first post back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I saw Casino Royale last weekend.  LOVED IT!  It was well done and gritty.  And Daniel Craig is HOT.  They had to show him nekkid as much as possible which was FINE with me.  He's yummy.  I also saw Borat...I highly recommend it.  My friend and I laughed so hard we were spasming.  We were kicking the seats in front of us uncontrollably.  No worries...no one was sitting in those seats because if they were, we would have been more careful.  I do hate when people kick my seat.  It's just not nice.  But we went to an 8pm show on Monday so the theater was empty which was also nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now.  I have to think up other things so post since I was so frustrated with not being able to get back on here.  But I am BACK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick...I downloaded firefox and used it as the browser.  Too back I can't figure out how to get on here using IE.  Oh well, I guess I can't have everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-4042664476769124466?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/4042664476769124466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=4042664476769124466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/4042664476769124466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/4042664476769124466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/11/yahoooooooooooo.html' title='YAHOOOOOOOOOOOO!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-7180408121408349298</id><published>2006-11-07T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:39:35.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Out and Vote Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6249/4329/1600/hill.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" height="307" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6249/4329/400/hill.0.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Just some political humor for today. I hope everyone goes out to vote for the candidates of their choice. We have the right to vote and it's important to vote. That's really all I'm going to say...I don't want to get political. I have only ever missed 1 vote and it was a primary and I had the flu. So, in about an hour or so, I'm going to go vote. I like to avoid the rush. So, happy voting everyone!&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/35469417-7180408121408349298?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7180408121408349298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=7180408121408349298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/7180408121408349298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/7180408121408349298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/11/go-out-and-vote-today.html' title='Go Out and Vote Today!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-7548190306433890240</id><published>2006-11-05T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T19:58:18.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend's Wedding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6249/4329/1600/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6249/4329/400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;So, last night I went to my friend Scott's wedding and here are some pics.  I am too tired and too lazy to really do more than this.  It was a LONG 2 days.  I know i'm only in 1 of these pics (bottom right pic second from the left (the guy is scott, the groom))but I had to rotate others I'm in so I didnt include them in the collage (see laziness above).  Enjoy.&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/35469417-7548190306433890240?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7548190306433890240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=7548190306433890240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/7548190306433890240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/7548190306433890240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-friends-wedding.html' title='My Friend&apos;s Wedding...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-7518149161715262938</id><published>2006-11-02T17:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T17:12:20.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW POST!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;I had a whole new thing to post and I cant get it on the damned blog.  Fucker.  Ugh.  SO NOT COOL.  It was really good too.  Well, it made me laugh.  I'll try to figure it out though.  But....I wanted to post something since it has been a while.  I will have some good stuff next week though.  I think.  I am going to a screening of Harsh Times on Monday.  Looking forward to that.   A friend of a friend is an associate producer so, I got invited to a screening.  I'll let you know how it is but I can tell you this....Christian Bale will be hot.  Yeah, he will be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I also have a wedding this weekend....so, that should be fun.  I'm looking forward to it.  It's one of my best friends from college and  I love his finacee so it's gonna be fun.  I have their rehersal dinner tomorrow night and I 30th bday tomorrow night then the wedding on Sat night.  So...Sunday will be my day of rest.  I have a feeling that I may reintroduce myself to the horror known as the hangover.  It's been a long time since I've had one since I havent been drinking.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I also wanted to just address one thing.  I know that an apostrophie belongs in all contractions...my omission is just laziness because it's easier to type without them.  I only make sure I use them in its and it's since they are 2 different words.  Dont and don't arent....LOL.  I just wanted everyone to know how I feel about the apostrophie when typing.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-7518149161715262938?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7518149161715262938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=7518149161715262938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/7518149161715262938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/7518149161715262938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-post.html' title='NEW POST!!!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-8303068121249563866</id><published>2006-10-23T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:35:09.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Intelligence....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/linguistic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.&lt;br /&gt;An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.&lt;br /&gt;You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.&lt;br /&gt;A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Well, I guess law school wasn't that huge of a mistake afterall....LOL.  &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/35469417-8303068121249563866?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8303068121249563866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=8303068121249563866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/8303068121249563866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/8303068121249563866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-intelligence.html' title='My Intelligence....'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-6923635040033512050</id><published>2006-10-23T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:49:43.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Jenner...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.2pik.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/05/happy_tree_friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blog.2pik.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/05/happy_tree_friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.estyla.com.au/images/thmb_images/t_1328.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.estyla.com.au/images/thmb_images/t_1328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Ok, I was going to try and make this a prettier post but just not gonna work. Basically...I was searching youtube for some good footage of something that I thought was HILARIOUS! Actually, Prico sent it to me and told me to watch but when I watched, I immediately thought of Jenner. So...it's this cartoon called Happy Tree Friends. It's so so cute but oh so wrong. They are all cutsie and then they die a horrible death. Here is the link to a whole bunch of episodes. Enjoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mondo.happytreefriends.com/watch_episodes/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;http://mondo.happytreefriends.com/watch_episodes/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;It probably makes me so sick and twisted that these crack me up but I dont care.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks Prico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-6923635040033512050?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/6923635040033512050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=6923635040033512050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6923635040033512050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/6923635040033512050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-jenner.html' title='For Jenner...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-7114884578498782216</id><published>2006-10-22T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:38:13.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;I know I know...I've been bad at posting.  I have a few things in the the works but I've been lazy with this.  I will post some more though.  I promise.  I had a busy few days.  I had birthdays to celebrate and things to do.  My one piece of advice of the week....eating Mexican food 3 nights in a row....not such a good idea.  Just thought I'd share that.  I also don't want you all to think that I forgot all about baseball...I didn't.  I will continue to educate the masses about the Yankees and baseball in general.  I think that's about it.  This is just going to turn into incessant rambling but oh well.  My friend annoyed me this weekend because I went out and I ordered water at a bar.  He actually had a fight with me in front of the waitress because I wouldn't order alcohol.  Well, I didn't want alcohol.  I didn't think it was that big a deal.  I can have a good time without drinking.  Geesh.  Ok, I'm done ranting.  I'll go back to some reading and relaxing.  Afterall, it is Sunday.  Hope everyone had a good weekend.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-7114884578498782216?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/7114884578498782216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=7114884578498782216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/7114884578498782216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/7114884578498782216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-suck.html' title='I suck....'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-4814557044250055620</id><published>2006-10-17T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T12:19:09.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Crafty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I like crafty things but I don't really do them often.  I saw a fun craft project on Martha today.  Yeah....I was being lazy and watched Martha.  Whatever....I was up till 4am doing things and my ass was woken up by construction outside at 8am so I was tired.  Anyway...the craft was fun tshirts.  You basically take a tshirt and a stencil and you bleach where the stencil is and it eats away at the shirt and looks cool.  Here's the info...Martha explains better than I do...but I may actually do this.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/page.jhtml?type=content&amp;id=stv3260015&amp;amp;layout=martha"&gt;http://www.marthastewart.com/page.jhtml?type=content&amp;id=stv3260015&amp;amp;layout=martha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-4814557044250055620?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/4814557044250055620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=4814557044250055620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/4814557044250055620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/4814557044250055620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/10/get-crafty.html' title='Get Crafty...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-8186930064519209491</id><published>2006-10-16T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T14:22:36.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to the movies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I saw The Departed Saturday night and I highly reccommend it.  I never really had a thing for Leo but now I do.  I want a piece.  Still got nothin when it comes to Matt Damon but he was also fantastic.  I really don't have a complaint about the movie.  It was just that good.  I HATE Alex Baldwin but he was also fantastic and I have to give him kudos for that as much as it pains me.  If others have seen it...let me know what you thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-8186930064519209491?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8186930064519209491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=8186930064519209491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/8186930064519209491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/8186930064519209491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-went-to-movies.html' title='I went to the movies...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-5841933543555101460</id><published>2006-10-11T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:59:57.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memoriam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/sp/getty/2a/full.getty-57209730jm002_toronto_blue__3_09_38_pm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/sp/getty/2a/full.getty-57209730jm002_toronto_blue__3_09_38_pm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cory Lidel March 22, 1972 - October 11, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well you all know by now that Cory Lidle perished in a plane crash this afternoon when his plane crashed into a highrise on the Upper East Side. It is a sad sad thing. Not just because he was a Yankee but because this is a tragedy.   Lidle played for several teams in his career:  New York Mets (1997), Tampa Bay Devil Rays (1999-2000), Oakland Athletics (2001-02), Toronto Blue Jays (2003), Cincinnati Reds (2004), Philadelphia Phillies (2004-2006), and New York Yankees (2006-present).  It is a somber day for the Lidle family and NY baseball.  If you are interested, below are some of Lidle's stats.  Otherwise, I just wanted to give him a little tribute.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/players/profile?statsId=5806"&gt;http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/players/profile?statsId=5806&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-5841933543555101460?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/5841933543555101460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=5841933543555101460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5841933543555101460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5841933543555101460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-memoriam.html' title='In Memoriam'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-3654436869358455121</id><published>2006-10-10T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:48:58.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The post really has no name because it's a bunch of crap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6249/4329/1600/collage1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6249/4329/400/collage1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6249/4329/1600/733-torre01[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6249/4329/320/733-torre01%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok, well....first off...I'm still sore from the walk but it was great. I met a ton of great people and in total I did about 21 miles over the 2 days. Next year, I'll do all 40...or I'll really try. Ok, now on to baseball....I know the Yanks are out but I still love my boys in pinstripes. I am NOT a fair weather fan so I will continue to post about the Yankees and edumacate those of you who don't know about this wonderful team. Of course I'll throw a few other things in to the mix as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First I'll say this....Joe Torre will be around for another season, at least. That's good because I like him. Here's some Joe for ya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;That's all I'm gonna post about the Yanks for the moment. Just a bit about the Mets....um...we'll see how far they get. I'd like to see them Go all the way as I really like Willy Randolph. He is their current manager but he used to be the 3rd base coach for the Yanks and he's a good guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, I think that's about it for now. I'm a little brain dead. The walk did me in mentally and physically so, I'm just coming back to being myself. So, for now....you'll have to live with this post. I'll be back though. I promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm so brain dead I forgot to include some pics from the walk. I did not take them though, my friend Courtney did. So, kudos to Courtney. I took a few pics but I have to download them...which may take a few. I did take Courtney's pics and make a Picasa collage though, let's see if I can figure out how to get it on here!  Ok well, the collage it at the top...I couldnt get it at the bottom so I give up.  This is as good at it gets at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-3654436869358455121?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/3654436869358455121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=3654436869358455121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/3654436869358455121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/3654436869358455121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/10/post-really-has-no-name-because-its.html' title='The post really has no name because it&apos;s a bunch of crap!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-1736565017913518934</id><published>2006-10-06T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T17:59:23.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Avon Walk for Breast Cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, as many of you know, I am walking in the Breast Cancer walk this weekend. I have to be at the South Street Seaport between 5:30 and 6am tomorrow. For those of you who know me know this is not easy for me as I am NOT a morning person. Good thing there will be coffee. I will need caffine. A LOT of caffine. I was able to raise over $2000 for this event and I thank everyone who was generous enough to donate. I think it's a really great cause and I think the Avon Foundation does a lot of great stuff. Here is the link to the Avon walk and then the next link will be my personal page for the walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://walk.avonfoundation.org/site/PageServer?pagename=walk_login_landing_2k6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://walk.avonfoundation.org/site/PageServer?pagename=walk_login_landing_2k6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://info.avonfoundation.org/site/TR?px=2763560&amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;amp;fr_id=1230&amp;et=K5yHNzeHCb2WXdYkOi0uOg..&amp;amp;s_tafId=68426"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://info.avonfoundation.org/site/TR?px=2763560&amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;amp;fr_id=1230&amp;et=K5yHNzeHCb2WXdYkOi0uOg..&amp;amp;s_tafId=68426&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hope you enjoy both links and find them infomative and in the meantime.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;THINK PINK!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Also, since I'll be busy with all this walking, don't think you'll be getting new posts from me. Sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh and another thing....game 3 of the playoffs on ESPN at 8 tonight....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO YANKEES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-1736565017913518934?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/1736565017913518934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=1736565017913518934&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/1736565017913518934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/1736565017913518934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/10/avon-walk-for-breast-cancer.html' title='Avon Walk for Breast Cancer'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-485505910994239205</id><published>2006-10-06T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T12:04:25.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Sorry I disappeared.  I was really busy yesterday.  I wasn't around.  Anyway...on the Yankee front, they lost yesterday and I dont wanna talk about it.  We'll see what happens tonight.  Today I have to go register for the Avon Breast Cancer walk which I'm participating in this weekend.  I have to go do that but I will post later all about the walk and about Avon.  So, have a good day everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-485505910994239205?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/485505910994239205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=485505910994239205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/485505910994239205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/485505910994239205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/10/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy....'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-8573921200694612341</id><published>2006-10-04T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T18:44:28.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucky Dent..the beginning of an obsession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6249/4329/1600/3a_1_sbl[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6249/4329/320/3a_1_sbl%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You are now looking at Bucky Dent...he played for the Yankees in the late 70s and early 80s.  He is famous for a home run he hit during the playoffs against the Red Sox and that lead to their demise (but that happened a lot).  Well, he was my neighbor when I was growing up and he used to give me candy and gum.  Of course this is the way to a little girls heart.  It was then that I became a Yankee fan.  He used to tell me to watch him play and he said he'd hit home runs for me.  He was a good guy and a bit of a playboy.  If you want to read more about him, here is some info:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bucky_Dent"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bucky_Dent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As you may have guessed, this is the beginning of many Yankee posts.   I have a nice bit of info and some nice pics.  So, I hope this is fun for others as it is for me.   So, enjoy some Bucky Dent and soon it will be time for game 2 of the playoffs.  Moose (Mike Mussina will be pitching for the Bronx Bombers tonight.   As for the Tigers pitcher...don't know yet and to be honest, don't much care.  I'll try to give some updates.  I'm also gonna add some other things in.  I don't want this to turn into a Yankee haven...not that there's anything wrong with that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-8573921200694612341?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/8573921200694612341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=8573921200694612341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/8573921200694612341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/8573921200694612341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/10/bucky-dentthe-beginning-of-obsession.html' title='Bucky Dent..the beginning of an obsession.'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-524022168829014217</id><published>2006-10-04T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T14:04:18.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I FUCKING KNEW IT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;I knew Zach had a thing for Slater.  It was SO obvious.  I don't know why they tried to hide it for so long....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0'  bgcolor='ffffff' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed src='http://streaming5.vidilife.com/vidilife/video/2005/12/15/148489/794483.wmv' AutoStart=1 ShowStatusBar=1 volume=-1 HEIGHT=348 WIDTH=361&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.vidiLife.com/reloc.cfm?cryp=011-C9CEF812-61BF-4490-B7D9-F' width='1' height='1' alt='' border='0'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align='right'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.vidiLife.com/reloc.cfm?cryp=012-C9CEF812-61BF-4490-B7D9-F'&gt;Free Video Hosting&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href='http://www.vidiLife.com/reloc.cfm?cryp=012-C9CEF812-61BF-4490-B7D9-F'&gt;Watch More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-524022168829014217?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/524022168829014217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=524022168829014217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/524022168829014217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/524022168829014217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-fucking-knew-it.html' title='I FUCKING KNEW IT!!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-5661753539992484630</id><published>2006-10-04T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T13:31:11.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Doug!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.baseballlibrary.com/baseballlibrary/photos/1986mets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.baseballlibrary.com/baseballlibrary/photos/1986mets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I just don't know what I'd do without you and your knowledge of computers so...here's a BIG THANK YOU! I know that it's because of you that I now have haloscan because the damned codes confused the fuck outta me. I know that you had to endure staring at my Yankee post which is a lot for you so here's a present for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yep...the 86 Mets...the last time they actually WON a world series. :) Yup....a whole 20 years ago...that would be 2 decades. You know I love you.&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/35469417-5661753539992484630?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/5661753539992484630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=5661753539992484630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5661753539992484630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5661753539992484630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/10/thanks-doug.html' title='Thanks Doug!!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-1079771260797517605</id><published>2006-10-04T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T10:37:25.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;For those who don't know the origin of the blog's name....or well even if you don't...this is for your viewing pleasure....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f9qebtJ4PKA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f9qebtJ4PKA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-1079771260797517605?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/1079771260797517605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=1079771260797517605&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/1079771260797517605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/1079771260797517605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-those-who-dont-know-origin-of-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-5799247674303413355</id><published>2006-10-03T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T22:17:26.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Playoffs have begun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6249/4329/1600/new-york-yankees[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6249/4329/320/new-york-yankees%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Right now the Yankees are Playing the Detroit Tigers...who's winning? Do you have to ask...of course the Yanks are ahead...at the moment. I know, these things change. Well, for right now I am happy about this. Very happy. So, lets hear it for the Yanks! GOOOOOO YANKEES! Ok, I will stop now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yup....Yanks still winning. I'm a happy happy gal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE 2 - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;El Capitan (that's Jeter to you guys) just went 5 for 5 and hit a home run.  Now the Yanks are winning 8-4 in the bottom of the 8th.  Oh happy day.  &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/35469417-5799247674303413355?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/5799247674303413355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=5799247674303413355&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5799247674303413355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/5799247674303413355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/10/playoffs-have-begun.html' title='The Playoffs have begun...'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-115992670582857733</id><published>2006-10-03T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:51:45.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My first problem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm sure I'll have WAY more problems but at the moment this is my issue....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HALOSCAN IS A BITCH!  I can't even get onto the site to add it.  So, this is it for now.  Ok...NOW I'm off to learn things.  Bear with me as I'm slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-115992670582857733?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/115992670582857733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=115992670582857733&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/115992670582857733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/115992670582857733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-first-problem.html' title='My first problem!'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35469417.post-115992636715082998</id><published>2006-10-03T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:46:07.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>I would like to first just say welcome.  This is my own little piece of the internet where I can play and do whatever I want.  As anyone who knows me well knows that I am a computer moron and I know that there are a lot of codes to be had here and other things that I think are evil.  So, we shall see how this goes. But for now...I am just going to say hi and welcome.  Please leave your shoes at the door and get comfy.  I will always have good food and drinks for all.  I like to be a good host.  Now I'm going to try to learn how to work this thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35469417-115992636715082998?l=tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/feeds/115992636715082998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35469417&amp;postID=115992636715082998&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/115992636715082998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35469417/posts/default/115992636715082998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomorrowisanother.blogspot.com/2006/10/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Bonnie Blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08369141415911906213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/8a/180px-Cammie_king_1939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
