<?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-12290691</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:19:46.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speedy Chased It</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-115884872306375345</id><published>2006-09-21T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T07:25:23.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamba or No Jamba?</title><content type='html'>This morning I was at Jamba Juice. No one was working. It must have been cocktail hour because the staff seemed to be in their own little world. Instead of running a business they were all discussing how their previous nights were. A man yelled, a lady yelled and I walked out.  It was like they didn't hear the customers that were less than a foot away from them.  Crazy stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-115884872306375345?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/115884872306375345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=115884872306375345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/115884872306375345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/115884872306375345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2006/09/jamba-or-no-jamba.html' title='Jamba or No Jamba?'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-113027484679081299</id><published>2005-10-25T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:14:06.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now It's Your Turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NAME:  _____________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DATE:  _____________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True or False&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1  Danielle doesn't have an actual desk?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2  Fetter lives in the East Village / Gramercy area with Shawn Walters?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3  McCluskey listens to Spice Girls in the shower?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4  Kate is very subtle gambler?  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5  Amy smiles too much when she's gambling?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6  Jill Goodwin's nickname is Geese Girl?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#7  When Pam goes home at night, the first thing she does is milk the goat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#8  Kerry isn't really a researcher?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#9  Dan and Matt go to strip clubs?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#10  At night, the researchers secret practice their Top model moves down the 11th floor hall?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRADE:  ________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER: _______________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-113027484679081299?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/113027484679081299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=113027484679081299' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/113027484679081299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/113027484679081299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/10/now-its-your-turn.html' title='Now It&apos;s Your Turn'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-113027367572846645</id><published>2005-10-25T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T13:54:35.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No Talk</title><content type='html'>I really feel like sometimes I talk way too much so I wanted to give all of you dedicated readers a well deserved break.  Since August 10th, which was the last posting so many aspects of my life have changed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to give you all a TRUE OR FALSO quiz about my life. Have fun playing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  True or False&lt;br /&gt;    Amy went downtown to Marquee and flirted with men so they would buy a bottle of tequila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  True or Falso          &lt;br /&gt;    During a trip to Atlantic City, Amy ran into the ocean for a swim?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  True or False?&lt;br /&gt;     When Tara moved into the apartment, I told her that each Friday I pretend to be Rudy&lt;br /&gt;     Huxstable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  True or False?&lt;br /&gt;      When Amy got the news that Ryan Gosling was connected to Rachel McAdams, she was&lt;br /&gt;     thrilled that her 2 favorite actors were dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  True or False?&lt;br /&gt;     During each taping day Amy always says, "I need glasses".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  True or False?&lt;br /&gt;     Amy gloats about Laguna Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  True or False?&lt;br /&gt;     Before Amy gets home each night, she prays that the litter isn't out of control.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  True or False?&lt;br /&gt;     Amy has re-occurring dreams about falling down the stairs while walking to the control room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  True or False?&lt;br /&gt;     Amy is in love with Daniel Fetter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  True or False?&lt;br /&gt;      Amy had a crush on Gary Kiffel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Which 2 are false and 1 is true?&lt;br /&gt;    -    Amy darkened her hair b/c she is obsessed with Rachel McAdam's frequent style changes&lt;br /&gt;    -   Amy darkened her hair to look more like Alex Murrell  (Laguna)&lt;br /&gt;   -    Amy darkened her hair to make Matt McCluskey love her&lt;br /&gt;   -  Amy darkened her hair because she thinks aliens ar less likely to kidnap her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS and tomorrow I'll give you more..but next time it will all be about you guys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Speedster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-113027367572846645?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/113027367572846645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=113027367572846645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/113027367572846645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/113027367572846645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/10/long-time-no-talk.html' title='Long Time, No Talk'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-112370477935923534</id><published>2005-08-10T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T13:12:59.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry For Being So Tardy</title><content type='html'>Hi To All of You That Have Waited Weeks,&lt;br /&gt;First I will list some stuff I learned, then fill you in on some stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;1.  Age 27 is alot like age 26&lt;br /&gt;2.  Just because you don't hear from someone (a guy) for a while, doesn't mean you've been blown off.  Isn't it great when you finally learn to live for YOURSELF and you forget about that person, then BAM, they want back in YOUR life?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now to some dumb stuff&lt;br /&gt;1.  I haven't checked on the tables and chairs on my roof once since the 4th of July&lt;br /&gt;2.  Drama sucks. Don't be the one who causes it&lt;br /&gt;3.  Trying to walk around in a control room truck is hard and frustrating&lt;br /&gt;4.  I sold 2 pairs of jeans and 3 tops and made $230!!!&lt;br /&gt;5.  Tara Safar is moving in and I'm so excited for Haley to move out because it's so awkward&lt;br /&gt;6.  Playing with animals always makes me feel better&lt;br /&gt;7.  My cats are amazing and like little people&lt;br /&gt;8.  Big Brother 6 is awesome&lt;br /&gt;9.  Kate's coverage of BB6 24-7 is even better&lt;br /&gt;10.  McGees is a fun place&lt;br /&gt;11.  I am excited for the Emmy trip&lt;br /&gt;12.  I am sooo excited for the Emmy trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.   I will write more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Speedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-112370477935923534?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/112370477935923534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=112370477935923534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/112370477935923534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/112370477935923534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-sorry-for-being-so-tardy.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry For Being So Tardy'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-112231605849904390</id><published>2005-07-25T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T11:29:06.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the Zombie! Do the Zombie!</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday. There is something refreshing and new in the air today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moloney found a bar called the Pine Hill Lodge Bar for our big birthday bash on Thurs., August 4th. Am I going to have a conference room party or can I just feel awkward and stand in there by myself. Am I sharing a bday with Matt Mc.? It's cool if that is so. Matt, when is your birthday? Fetter said that he'd make the theme of it Kiefer Sutherland or 24. I still want that but can we add Ryan Gosling pictures too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking that I'm going to have another party on Friday, August 5th at Sweet &amp; Vicious. Birthdays only come 1 time per year. Last Friday Jackie, Caitlin Speed, her friend Michael, Becky, Ryan and I went there. Ryan does the best Rolling Stones dance. Woo hoo!!! Caitlin and I were dancing crazy, then when guys would walk past us, she would follow them with the zombie. It was very funny. Expect an evite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I wanted to say that I'm very happy to have readers and now know about Remi TO GO.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Speedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-112231605849904390?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/112231605849904390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=112231605849904390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/112231605849904390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/112231605849904390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/07/do-zombie-do-zombie.html' title='Do the Zombie! Do the Zombie!'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-112205583267538920</id><published>2005-07-22T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T11:19:53.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did Jason Mraz Go?</title><content type='html'>Happy Friday my fellow Bloggers!&lt;br /&gt;So for today I'm going to not continue my story from yesterday but start something fresh. Today I am going to discuss a few different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1 - How sad was yesterday's song "Love Hurts" sung by Elvis and EmmyLou?  I pretended to have shot myself and then I tumbled onto the wall in delusion. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2 - Target. I love Target. Love the furniture, the wallets, the clothing, everything. So I heard that Pottery Barn actually makes the furniture that they sell. Target rocks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3 - Yeungling Beer. It's dark, it's crisp, it's tasty. There is nothing wrong with it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4 - Judging a book by it's cover. Always something that people know not to do. Not judging a book by it's cover is very important b/c then you assume. As Paula says that the Odd Couple said, You make and ASS out of You and Me!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5 - Teamwork. Look at us today. Organizing a trip in it's simplest form. With humor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6 - Grammar. McCluskey knows his shit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That is it for today. Have a wonderful weekend bloggers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speedy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-112205583267538920?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/112205583267538920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=112205583267538920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/112205583267538920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/112205583267538920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/07/where-did-jason-mraz-go.html' title='Where Did Jason Mraz Go?'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-112198664616193874</id><published>2005-07-21T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T15:57:26.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't I Just Hide Under a Blanket with a Cute Boy?</title><content type='html'>You know what I want?  Just guess? I know you have no idea. Or maybe you do...&lt;br /&gt;I'm a girl that took in a 20 year old to be my roommate. I thought she was 23.  We aren't on the same playing field. I watch Law &amp; Order and she's asking me how to spell "conviction" and "lawyer". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also a girl that has a heart for animals. I would rather my cats and all animals have a more humane life than I have. Our world is just messed up. Instead of you being a lifeboat for you pet, some people make their pet takes on that role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of people telling me my dreams aren't realistic. That's when I applause Kate Mullaney because she sees that anything is possible. She also has a wonderful heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's coming up to Emmy time. I'm going out there and going to follow the crowd and go wherever anyone else wants to go.  I could care less of a plan b/c when there is no plan, you end up having the best time. Here's a recap of DAY 1 from each year of my Emmy Travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;EMMY TRIP 2002  - Dana, Eddie and I get to LA to meet with Jerry's agent. The agent got us into the hardest nightclub there was out there. Unfortunately we needed to hurry there because we went through Little Egypt, Little Afganistan, Little Ethiopia, Little dark neighborhoods with lots of stop lights instead of the highway. We rubbed elbows with Timberlake and a bunch of other celebs. Eddie and Dana left and I got a ride home with a friend that was coincidentally there.  I walk into my hotel room and see a party is going on. How much more fun can you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;EMMY TRIP 2003 - We all get into our hotel rooms in the early evening. Yes, Fetter and an elderly lady shared a bottle of Rum on the plane. We go have a fun dinner and then decide, we are the party. Sarah, Kate and I.. well our room turned into one of the best parties /  times I've had in LA. Connell put together a card game that we could all play. We had a plushy carpeted hotel, not like the year before...bom chicka bom bom. The year before I roomed with Angela, Dana and Eddie. Our bathroom looked like it was from the 1980s. The AC was labeled, "OFF, Blow, Blow Harder".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EMMY TRIP 2004 - So on our first night, Emily, Sarah, Jackie and I went to a great dinner at Clitorus on Sunset.  We then went to Sky Bar and Python was it called? I went to Falcon with some old interns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year - here are my predictions for our first night.  I follow the crowd to wherever Pam has run off to. See, on the plane Pam met this handsome sweet guy named Ricardo.  He persueded her to drop her bags and then help him drop his pants. We needed to rescue her. So we all had drinks at a fun bar / lounge and ------------------ I'll finish it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Speedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-112198664616193874?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/112198664616193874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=112198664616193874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/112198664616193874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/112198664616193874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/07/cant-i-just-hide-under-blanket-with.html' title='Can&apos;t I Just Hide Under a Blanket with a Cute Boy?'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-112188236683111172</id><published>2005-07-20T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T11:03:15.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, Am I The Only Full Person on the 11th Floor?</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone! (yep, all 8 of you - I've added Kevin permanently)&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share a story about my evening yesterday. After getting all psyched up to go straight home, I run into the CTB crew. So I join them to Sasha's. You know, the red bar with the girls in the back that get naked and dance. Yep, just ask Moloney, Danielle or myself.&lt;br /&gt;So we sit down and I order 1 mojito. After 30 minutes we decide Rumours is probably a better option, since the staff doesn't get naked. Here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;AMY - This 1 mojito was priced at $12.00? Are you kidding me? You didn't even walk it over to&lt;br /&gt;me. This crappy sugar water is $12.00! We're not at Nobu here, are we?&lt;br /&gt;BARTENDER - No.&lt;br /&gt;A - Have you been to Nobu?&lt;br /&gt;B - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;A - Well the drinks there are $10! Are we at the Mandarin Hotel?&lt;br /&gt;B - No.&lt;br /&gt;A - No. We are in the crappiest piece of shit in this neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;+++ Rima enters the conversation +++&lt;br /&gt;R - Listen, what were the happy hour specials?&lt;br /&gt;B - Beer and simple drinks&lt;br /&gt;R - Listen, give us a break here, you never told us and you acted like we were ordering happy&lt;br /&gt;hour drinks!&lt;br /&gt;+++ Amy is back +++&lt;br /&gt;A - Rima, I guess to get the happy hour specials you need to go in the back and slut yourself out.&lt;br /&gt;B - What?!&lt;br /&gt;R - This is ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;A - We aren't at a cool place. Why are you charging people this much money?&lt;br /&gt;B - Listen I'm not the manager who priced these drinks.&lt;br /&gt;+++ Amy's card gets rejected +++&lt;br /&gt;A - Fuck this. You know I know your next door neighbors, the Lynchs.&lt;br /&gt;B - Who?&lt;br /&gt;A - The Lynch family. You know John the notorious mobster that was killed on 58th and 9th.&lt;br /&gt;You want that in your face? Give me my card!&lt;br /&gt;+++ Amy breaks down and laughs and she wasn't proud of herself +++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great story!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Speedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-112188236683111172?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/112188236683111172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=112188236683111172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/112188236683111172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/112188236683111172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/07/wow-am-i-only-full-person-on-11th.html' title='Wow, Am I The Only Full Person on the 11th Floor?'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-112179515255481142</id><published>2005-07-19T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T10:47:36.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie &amp; Speedy Sitting in a Tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Welcome Back to my readers! So I thought today I would recap the lessons I learned over the 2 week break from work. OK, here goes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - I can't foster kittens because I end up keeping them.&lt;br /&gt;#2 - Danielle is a damn agressive tennis player&lt;br /&gt;#3 - Chris Galletta has a great memory&lt;br /&gt;#4 - Do not eat pizza late night&lt;br /&gt;#5 - A love like Noah and Ally really can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why didn't you write? I wrote you 365 letters! I wrote you a letter everyday for a year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;#6 - Pam is really good at video golf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 - Auditions for Millionaire, that damn show are all booked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's sensational Noah. It gives me something to look forward to in life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;#9 - War of the Worlds was pretty decent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 - Lemonade can be filling&lt;br /&gt;#11 - Everyone who came to my roof party are amazing people.&lt;br /&gt;#12 - Cooking devil'd eggs is really difficult&lt;br /&gt;#13 - Kevin Leshinsky is a great margarita maker&lt;br /&gt;#14 - 8 month old cheap champaign can make you say, "whoa Silly zebra"&lt;br /&gt;#15 - The movies, Murder by Numbers is not really good&lt;br /&gt;#16 - Kiefer Sutherland is smart - you just need to have faith&lt;br /&gt;#17 - I love TRIO&lt;br /&gt;#18 - An Emmy trip without a Thursday is something to think about&lt;br /&gt;#19 - I hope that The Notebook actually happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;OK, so it was a boring blog today. Keep the faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Speedy&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/12290691-112179515255481142?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/112179515255481142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=112179515255481142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/112179515255481142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/112179515255481142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/07/jamie-speedy-sitting-in-tree-k-i-s-s-i.html' title='Jamie &amp; Speedy Sitting in a Tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-112006624068414109</id><published>2005-06-29T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T10:33:03.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Say Thank You?</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone! First off, I wanted to say thank you to Matt, Kate and Danielle for giving me a ton of salad and 2 rolls to eat for lunch. The generous gesture was really nice. Second, I don't want anyone to try the "crashing blog" at home.&lt;br /&gt;For today's blog I thought that I would take my readers and mix them into a story that is nonfiction. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once upon a time there was a thug named &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fet&lt;/span&gt; who always ate Lucky Charms for breakfast. He lived on his own, therefore his sink was always piled up with dishes. One day his girlfriend &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pam&lt;/span&gt; said, "yo Fets, I'm hirin' a cleanin' bitch". Fets said, "whateva darlin' you payin' rent anyways". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So a nice lady named &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Danielle&lt;/span&gt; walked in. Danielle is from a proper French home that raised hens in a suberb of Paris. She came to the USA only knowing the words frog, girgle, jonesin' and sopa. With no skills but raising hens, she saw an ad in the local paper, &lt;em&gt;The Compten Jed&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; "&lt;/em&gt;nanny needed start ASAP". She called but it wasn't for a nanny, it was to clean homes in Compten and the L.B.. So after all of her clothes got stolen from her apartment on Riflesrfun Ave., she desperately needed this job. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So she walked into &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fet and Pam's&lt;/span&gt; apartment, she began cleaning and it took over 7 hours. When she was done, she found that Dan nor Pam were at home. She left a note for them to remind them to pay her using the only words she knew, "Dear Mr., me clean is done. I jonesin'". She then left. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danielle walked out the door and before her very eyes, she saw the man of her dreams, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;. He was riding his 10 speed down Yeastnhoes Ave. when he saw Danielle and stopped. He could see she wasn't from around this neck of the woods. "Do you know where you are little lady?" "Yeah, well uh ..." then she began to use words that she had heard Dan and Pam use. "Yeah, jettin' chronic sippin on east side." Matt could tell she was in trouble. So he invited her back to his pad to change into something clean clothes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt;, his sister was there to help when they arrived. She had spent her last semester in Paris, so she could communicate with Danielle. In the other room her friend &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jill &lt;/span&gt;was putting make-up on in hopes that Matt would arrive soon. Jill has a crush on Matt. Jill entered the room and saw Danielle. "Who the hell are you bitch?" Matt stood up and said, "Listen Jill, she's my girl". Jill stormed out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jill ran out the door and called her homies back in the LBC. "Yo Dan, Pam, get your bitches, hos, dogs, pinchas, all ova to Rakeurlawn Rd.. Suddenly in came a big group of homies. They all barged into the home and saw Danielle. Danielle saw them and asked for her money. Dan and Pam put down their gats to pay her. Then they looked at Jillian and said, yo, let's jet, got some ganja back at my pad yo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And they all lived happily ever after. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Speedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-112006624068414109?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/112006624068414109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=112006624068414109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/112006624068414109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/112006624068414109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-do-you-say-thank-you.html' title='How Do You Say Thank You?'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-111998166999191223</id><published>2005-06-28T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T11:01:09.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title - Just Saying Smile</title><content type='html'>Hello to all my bloggin' readers.  I hope that everyone has a great 2 weeks off from work. I'll miss you all dearly. Before I go into the topic of the day, I wanted to let Jill and Jackie know that my parents adore you. "Enjoy your chocolate martini Big Russ!" It was fun and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Jill and I kicked some butt in pool. Nice job champ. &lt;br /&gt;OK, so for today I thought that I'd ask you each a question and write in your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;QUESTION &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- If you could drive into something and not get hurt, not even a scratch, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Danielle - "I would drive into a tree to knock down all the Keebler elves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fetter - "I would drive into Colony music because while everyone cleans up my mess, I can steal that Aaron Carter cd I've always wanted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kate - "I would drive into the Puma shoe factory to buy some rad looking, skateboard, surfer type sneaks like my fellow researchers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jill - "I would drive into an aquarium because I love water and love fish."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pam - "I wouldn't drive into anything. You know why? Because I'm the NaaRoozznyyyyy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tom - "I would drive into a bank to retrieve all the money I give these dumb ass movie stars. Then I'd get Cosmopolis together again and jam."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Matt - "I would drive into a Victoria's Secret to see all the girls puppies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amy - "I would drive into the fountain at Rockefeller Center on my birthday just to save me from jumping in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speedy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-111998166999191223?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/111998166999191223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=111998166999191223' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111998166999191223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111998166999191223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-title-just-saying-smile.html' title='No Title - Just Saying Smile'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-111964467586288211</id><published>2005-06-24T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T13:24:35.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Night!</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;First off, had a wonderful time at McGees last night per the usual so thank you all for coming out.  Maybe next week I can experience the mailroom full throttle? Wow, we are off for quite a while in 1 week.  2 weeks, 15 days really. OK, so for today's blog I'll be jotting down some of the quotes from last night. Some are true, some are false.  Will you be able to tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - #1 "Where are you?  Pam ain't stayin' forever." #2 "I'm a green pepper!" #3 "Will someone feed my parrot when I go to Cairo?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - #1  "Yes, I did just see that."  #2  "Will I be accompanying you back to Chicago this fall?"  #3  "I totally am in. Just let me know the time and I'll bring the fine slime."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Matt Mc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - #1  "I did too, I'll tell you about it later."  #2  "You're not coming to Jersey with me?" #3  Whoa, the taste of that green pepper just totally blew my mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fetter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - "Only if you promise not to say anything about our marriage agreement." #2  We just took some car bombs."  #3  4 8 15 16 23 42". #4 (bonus) Just wait one second, what would make you do such a thing. You're a jerk. Jerk Jerk Jerk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;not out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Danielle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- #1 "I came for one drink, then I'm leaving." #2  "I have friends coming into town." #3 "You people. C'mon just give me a holla!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"yeah, the mailroom was cool".  #2 "I didn't get your shout out but thank you." #3 "Whoa, love your shoelaces."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Amy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- #1 "I promise Fetter. No marriage talk." #2 - "2 and a half more years and I'll be Max's in-law" #3 "I love snakes."&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Speedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-111964467586288211?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/111964467586288211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=111964467586288211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111964467586288211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111964467586288211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-night.html' title='What a Night!'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-111954483866149262</id><published>2005-06-23T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T09:43:42.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Such a Nice Day for a Balloon Ride</title><content type='html'>Happy Thursday June 23rd 2000 and 5. Today I thought that I would compare each of my readers to a fruit, veggie or one of my favorite foods. You all are soo juicy that I had to perform this duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - a green pepper b/c it's a veggie that is not seen all the time but when you do see it and eat it, you get surprised at how spicey it is and how much it brings to your meal. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - a chickpea b/c a chickpea can blend with any group of foods (except for fruit) it can be mashed into hummus, incorporated into salads and into soups. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danielle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - a slice of thanksgiving turkey b/c it's a food that takes a long time to prepare; we look forward to all year; after consuming it, you get tired. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fetter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- a blueberry b/c it has lots of nutrients; it enhances happiness and is great with yogurt or cereal. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Jill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - a jamba juice b/c it has lots of ingredients; sorbet, fruit, ice and juice; it's a balancing act of prioritized ingredients. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;- shrimp b/c while alive they jump up and down, their tail has a thin shell that you need to pull off before engaging in eating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - a tomato based soup b/c no matter what you add, basil, cream or whatever else, it's still will always be tomato soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - seaweed b/c it drifts all over the place and until it washes up to the beach it don't stop moving; can be added to soup and wrapped with rice and fish. So this is my blog for today. I hope that you like you own food. Love, Speedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-111954483866149262?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/111954483866149262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=111954483866149262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111954483866149262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111954483866149262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-such-nice-day-for-balloon-ride.html' title='It&apos;s Such a Nice Day for a Balloon Ride'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-111946103588990336</id><published>2005-06-22T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:23:55.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Can't I Get Full</title><content type='html'>Hello Readers, so I was thinking today that I would take all of you readers today and compare you to an animal.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - a baby kangeroo that loves carrots and baby fish.   &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - the head duck that leads all the baby ducklings around the pond;  always lets the ducklings get the bread first;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - a french ladylike hen that always looks over the sheep.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fetter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - a lion that is a vegetarian;  doesn't like to destroy animals; does not like blood.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - a flamingo that isn't pink;  the one flamingo that walks around at night to protect his fav flamingo, Gigi.  &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danielle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - an orange fish that lives in a tank;  his owners don't realize that she hears everything they say;  jumps out of the tank to do housework  &lt;strong&gt;Matt Mc.&lt;/strong&gt; (don't think he reads, but.. - a light brown gorilla that loves to eat corn but when it gets stuck in his teeth, he runs home to Mom.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - I am a sea lion or a seal;  I love to eat fish, raw or cooked; love to float on my back searching for a male companion to eat with.   LOVE, SPEEDY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-111946103588990336?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/111946103588990336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=111946103588990336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111946103588990336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111946103588990336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-cant-i-get-full.html' title='Why Can&apos;t I Get Full'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-111938737340536772</id><published>2005-06-21T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T13:56:13.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Anyone Read This?</title><content type='html'>So I'm thinking that really no one cares about my blog, so to get some attention I'm going to just say outrageous things or state some facts.&lt;br /&gt;1.  I cannot wait until January to see Kiefer run and hold a gun&lt;br /&gt;2.  The Real American Dream for Jill G. - to finally intgrate mice into goat cheese salads&lt;br /&gt;3.  The Real American Dream for most men - to not chafe&lt;br /&gt;4.  My dream - to have money to buy land for a sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;5.  My favorite Britney song:  Crazy&lt;br /&gt;6.  My favorite place to hang by myself:  Caprice &amp; my bedroom with my big screen tv&lt;br /&gt;7.  My favorite tex mex food - enchiladas&lt;br /&gt;8.  I think 24 will win the Emmy&lt;br /&gt;9.  I think Lost will almost win the Emmy&lt;br /&gt;10.  I think that I'm not going to the Emmys.&lt;br /&gt;11. I think if I go, I may stay with friends to save money&lt;br /&gt;12.  I think I want to save money for Brite Smile laser treatments&lt;br /&gt;13.  I think that Pam is a good person&lt;br /&gt;14.  I think everyone is a good person but if someone harms an animal I'll hurt them&lt;br /&gt;15. All you won't read this so let me say these things.&lt;br /&gt;16.  Shit man shit dude, cut it turkey&lt;br /&gt;17.  Hen Pen Ben - Jen Ren Ken - yodul a sweet lyric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Speedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-111938737340536772?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/111938737340536772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=111938737340536772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111938737340536772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111938737340536772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/06/does-anyone-read-this.html' title='Does Anyone Read This?'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-111902726176577448</id><published>2005-06-17T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T09:57:02.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone ! I wanted to first give a shout out to Pam. Her blog is so fun to read and the photos are fun to laugh at. So here's a round up of what's been happening and some thoughts over the past 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;So instead of writing a list of thoughts and happenings, I thought I'd write a prophecy for my excellent co-workers. Well, it's actually what I could picture them doing for a living if they were not in this tv biz plus some extras. Here goes nothin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - A Historian; married to a man named Dennis; 2 children (Jen and Greg) and living in White Plains; loves to watch Dennis mow the lawn as she makes lemonade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - a computer analyst; organizes potluck dinners for her kid's (Jonathan) elementary school. Loves her husband's ability to always surprise her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- owning a floral / flowers /gardening store called Rose's KaBloom; she and Kevin live in Queens; in her free time, loves to sew pronographic quilts for her kids Getty and Exxon; adopted 4 fish for petland discounts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fetter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - owning a car dealership franchise; pool player; also loves to mow the lawn; Coaches his daughter's softball team, The Jetties; in the little free time he has, he resides over his town's Elks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matt Mc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Changes the exhibits at a science museum; loves to meet girls at the dog run; city guy who enjoys running in and out of traffic for the sheer danger. In free time hacks into websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Danielle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- biologist or a teacher; is the kid's favorite teacher because she brings in old episodes of Dawson's Creek; tells the children what the world used to be when Katie and Tom didn't know each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Teta&lt;/span&gt; - owns a sports store;  in spare time jets off to Atlantic City to keep up his 40 in a row winning streak with the craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - a vet, in my free time loves to pretend the counting crows are singing to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadah!&lt;br /&gt;- Speedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-111902726176577448?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/111902726176577448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=111902726176577448' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111902726176577448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111902726176577448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-111713200801104734</id><published>2005-05-26T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T11:26:48.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a nice vacation</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Love the photos Pam. So last night was fun.  I think that I took some great photos.  I will be around next week as well. Give me a call if you want to go out or play tennis. I'll be hitting the courts constantly. Here are some things to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1  I do believe Tom and Katie are in love&lt;br /&gt;#2  True love may be like that (refer to #1)&lt;br /&gt;#3  .... I can't think of anything else...I need a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Speedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-111713200801104734?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/111713200801104734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=111713200801104734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111713200801104734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111713200801104734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/05/have-nice-vacation.html' title='Have a nice vacation'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-111695778603760243</id><published>2005-05-24T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T11:03:06.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened?</title><content type='html'>Ok, It's Merrion Square not Merrill Court..&lt;br /&gt;What happened after 11pm at McGees? Well, I promised Adrien and Meghan (the intern) that I would never tell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. Let's just say Adrien .. OK, nothing happened. I went home at midnight, watch the 9p-10p hour of "24" then got so sad b/c Jack Bauer put on his sunglasses and walked away from his life. God I love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-111695778603760243?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/111695778603760243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=111695778603760243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111695778603760243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111695778603760243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-happened.html' title='What Happened?'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-111695574615666026</id><published>2005-05-24T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T10:33:42.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Law Offices of Leibowitz, Ruberti &amp; Hymen</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to Thank &lt;strong&gt;Kate&lt;/strong&gt; for having a birthday on a weekday. Last night was a great time. For those of you who missed it or went home to watch &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jack Bauer&lt;/span&gt; sweat in that tight black short sleeved shirt so you can see his tattoo over his muscles that came from lots of working out. Did you see him run! Run Jack Run! Golly, I'd walk with him down those tracks to Mexico anyday. I'd have to bring 3 cat carriers though.. I'm sure he'd carry 2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bones once again saved our wallet usage by paying for all of us. He is a wonderful and generous guy. For Tuesday, May 24th, here are my learnings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Hymen - need I say more? You learn something everyday&lt;br /&gt;#2 Chris, Matt and Mike can attempt, but do not sound as cool as Frank really is&lt;br /&gt;#3 I don't think I'm going to marry either Fetter or McMatt&lt;br /&gt;#4 It is possible to combine not only white wine and seltzer, but red wine too&lt;br /&gt;#5 Interventions do turn on the person throwing them&lt;br /&gt;#6 Sausage and syrup taste great together&lt;br /&gt;#7 What happens at McGees-Stays at McGees (maybe people shouldn't have left at 11pm...)&lt;br /&gt;#8 Jumping on top of couches on Oprah really does signify true love&lt;br /&gt;#9 Jumping on couches in the research room really does signify you are nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, the night is a bit of a blur in a non-drunk way to me and I do not know why. By the way, the place that I have been hanging on Tuesday nights is Merrill Court outside Moloney's house (yep, I am his stalker), instead of watching bad comedians, now I'll start watching the cast of the Chappelle Show. Come one Come all while David C. is crazy! Rima and I hit that place on tuesdays so there you go homie. Rollin' wit da homies. Yeah Yeah Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Love Always,&lt;br /&gt;Speedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-111695574615666026?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/111695574615666026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=111695574615666026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111695574615666026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111695574615666026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/05/law-offices-of-leibowitz-ruberti-hymen.html' title='The Law Offices of Leibowitz, Ruberti &amp; Hymen'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-111686601162895905</id><published>2005-05-23T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T09:33:31.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated To Pam</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;First, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KATE!!! Congratulations to Schuk &amp; Colleen!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to apolegize to Pam. I said I'd update this blog during the middle of last week and I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the weather gets warmer it's harder and harder to go home after work. I'm doing it though b/c I'm no hollaback girl. Thursday, I'll be though. Whatever hollaback means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, let me tell you. I met up with some fellow staffers on Friday at a place called Riffiis. This is a great place for those wanting to emotionally and physically feel themselves and others in the back room. So I thought that was very interesting.. It was a fun time and I want to go back, just no touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I pursued this bartender at Ruby Falls. He's such a cutie but I could have sworn he was wearing mascara. What's up with that? Women wear mascara. I still think he's a sizzling riffii though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some thoughts until tomorrow. These are the new learnins' of me.&lt;br /&gt;#1 - always be open to making new friends - you can never have enough - yeah Meghan!!&lt;br /&gt;#2 - always make friends with doormen at bars&lt;br /&gt;#3 - Don't go to bars on upper east side b/c you think "someone named Cornell" will be there&lt;br /&gt;#4 - Gavin Degraw's cd is really great&lt;br /&gt;#5 - I think I love Gavin Degraw&lt;br /&gt;#6 - Aluminum foil is good for more than wrapping foods&lt;br /&gt;#7 - can't say it on this blog&lt;br /&gt;#8 - can't say it on this blog&lt;br /&gt;#9 - Lindsay Lohan is really skinny, but so is Lena Olin. I can't say anything bad about Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;         anymore.&lt;br /&gt;#10 - Dress better at work. I'm stopping the "I'm tired look" and switching to "Kiefer's here!"&lt;br /&gt;           look&lt;br /&gt;#11 - Always and I mean this, Always do what you think is right. Even if someone is like, "Those&lt;br /&gt;          are our beers, we can take them."&lt;br /&gt;#12 - Never call co-workers at 2:15am..... refer to # 7 and # 8&lt;br /&gt;#13 - You can get closure without seeing the person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END. Love Always, Speedy Sizzle Thompson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-111686601162895905?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/111686601162895905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=111686601162895905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111686601162895905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111686601162895905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/05/dedicated-to-pam.html' title='Dedicated To Pam'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-111591598600133296</id><published>2005-05-12T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T09:42:27.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Hit My Roof</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone, Remember each year in high school you'd have your classmates sign your yearbook? A funny message, a secret joke, a who used to slip a paperclip down the back of your shirt in 7th grade when you started wearing a bra? Yep, Todd Bassion. The crush I had on that guy... So here to my co-workers, this is my signature message to all of you (well the ones that take the time to read this). It is that time of year when you think of these things, right?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danielle &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you for all your support this year when Fetter dumped me because of my lettuce fetish..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Fetter&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thank you for dumping me because I started to eat what Max eats.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Matt&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thank you for that amazing night at the Dream Hotel. I didn't believe you when you told me, but you really are the REAL electric banana.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Kate &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thank you for introducing me to Matt. I have such a craving for fruit now. Also, thanks for introducing me to George Clooney. He's quite the pear himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - What a wonderful year we had and now we have summer vacation! See you at the Peach Pit! Also, good luck with the rash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Have a great break and see you in September. Do you get any of the you know whats? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Brian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Thank you for my rash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-111591598600133296?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/111591598600133296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=111591598600133296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111591598600133296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111591598600133296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/05/lets-hit-my-roof.html' title='Let&apos;s Hit My Roof'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-111584245659430444</id><published>2005-05-11T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T13:14:16.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to get up and work out</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I haven't written in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote this whole big paragraph describing what's been going on. I just deleted it because it was stupid. Can't be crying over spilt milk. Here are some points that I've learned this week.&lt;br /&gt;#1     Working for good causes makes you feel good&lt;br /&gt;#2     I should have kept up with Veronica Mars&lt;br /&gt;#3     Cut down on the carbs&lt;br /&gt;#4     Don't spend money carelessly&lt;br /&gt;#5     Be yourself&lt;br /&gt;#6     Do not let people run your life&lt;br /&gt;#7     Be social and have self-esteem&lt;br /&gt;#8     Rent a drill to put up my curtains&lt;br /&gt;#9     Trust a friend when they say nice things&lt;br /&gt;#10   Do not trust a friend when they say mean things or "someone told me.." because&lt;br /&gt;           there is always something else going on. They are usually involved in the mayhem.&lt;br /&gt;#11    Always give shout outs to Associate Directors! Hey Randi!&lt;br /&gt;#12    Always believe in yourself no matter what (referring to #10)&lt;br /&gt;#13    Oh and stop worrying about what everyone thinks..or just 1 person if you use his phone to&lt;br /&gt;           call his roommate.  (need to work on this one)&lt;br /&gt;#14    Shave your legs at least every other day during spring and summer if you wear a skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;- Speedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-111584245659430444?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/111584245659430444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=111584245659430444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111584245659430444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111584245659430444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-need-to-get-up-and-work-out.html' title='I need to get up and work out'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-111523086689853442</id><published>2005-05-04T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T11:21:06.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garage is Carrots C A R R O T S</title><content type='html'>I wanted to formally apolegize to Jill for spilling the beans. The beans were refried. I kindof lied about why she is moving. Basically her roommate got her into this. See, Allison her roommate had a project in 8th grade. She traveled to Ujanbi in Africa. There, she became addicted to these special carrots. These carrots secretly had tar in them. The tar is made of the following, 30% dirt, 70% nicotine.&lt;br /&gt;Are these carrots the shit? Or are they shit?  You make the decision. It may be different after you're crying while the police pull Jill to a jail in Lisbon where she was caught feeding her uncle's horses these furocious carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Speedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-111523086689853442?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/111523086689853442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=111523086689853442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111523086689853442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111523086689853442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/05/garage-is-carrots-c-r-r-o-t-s.html' title='The Garage is Carrots C A R R O T S'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-111522979308362268</id><published>2005-05-04T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T11:03:13.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Temperature is Below Normal</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;So wasn't "24" amazing on Monday? Jack Bauer is my secret boyfriend. I know that you guys in Thailand are only on Season 1 right now.  You have 3 more seasons to look forward to and oh yeah....Teri dies, Nina is bad and well Kim is just the biggest pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really torn up about something. My friend Jill Goodwin is moving to Portugal. She works with me and I'm sad about her departure. No one except me knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, not much else happening. I'm having a party on friday. It's going to be real fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a new phrase from Guru Pitka.  FIDO, meaning "Fuck It Drive On". It's like saying "whatever" or it's like no response and just walking away. If people just said FIDO there would be less violence in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song:  On a farm she had a cow EIEIO. On that farm she found some lice EIEIOhhh. The lice was big and said "get away" EIEIO. The lice was in and said "NO WAY!" EIEIO.  A puff puff here and a brush brush there and a spray get that stuff out of my hair! EIEIO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my advice for the week:  Make sure that you know how to use DVR before the cute cable guys leave because my GUIDE button fugding doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. My goal for the party: FUN&lt;br /&gt;SONG TO CHECK OUT:  Depleted Uranium by the Full-Metal Jackets.&lt;br /&gt;Love Always,&lt;br /&gt;Speedy (with some help from little Eloise (she did the song!))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-111522979308362268?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/111522979308362268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=111522979308362268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111522979308362268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111522979308362268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/05/temperature-is-below-normal.html' title='The Temperature is Below Normal'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-111479066445364188</id><published>2005-04-29T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T09:04:24.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The S$#T Is Bananas B A N A N A S</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;I took a few days off the blog because, well I didn't have much to say. Last night a few co-workers and I went out looking for some drinks. We found our selves at this little / big / open / closed / green / yellow / free bar called The Electric Banana. Chris Moloney got the party started with his free will spirit. Matt "McI can fix stuff" fixed the juke box's sound system and I tried to convince Carmela to take the doll off the bar because I was scared of it. It was such a random but fun night.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going out to Fubar for my friend Uzay's going away for the summer party. On saturday I'm going to a showcase for an actor's new comedic character. My friend Eric is going to act in it. It's going to be very funny then Jackie and I are going out and be the crazy girls we are.&lt;br /&gt;OK, that's about it. Keep your fingers crossed for a sunny warm weekend!&lt;br /&gt;- Speedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-111479066445364188?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/111479066445364188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=111479066445364188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111479066445364188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111479066445364188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/04/st-is-bananas-b-n-n-s.html' title='The S$#T Is Bananas B A N A N A S'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-111454220243403255</id><published>2005-04-26T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T12:03:22.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding in the Backyard?</title><content type='html'>Happy Tuesday Americans and Happy Wednesday Thailand-ers (all 7 of you)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on May 6th, I'm having a party to benefit the rescue group that I volunteer for called Being Kind and a dog rescue group called Stray from the Heart. I'm also looking into a group called Urban Backyard. Here is their link if you want to give money. &lt;a href="http://www.phoebekreutz.com/urbanbarnyardtext.html"&gt;http://www.phoebekreutz.com/urbanbarnyardtext.html&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    This blog today is kindof lame. You know what we should talk about?  Arranged marriages. During my freshman year at UNH my friend Nielson proposed to me. He asked, "Amy, if neither of us are married at 40, let's get married." "Sure Nielson, I'd love to marry you."  For the next year I would set him up with my girl friends.  They would break up and we'd repeat the conversation. Even named our children one night.                                                                                                                                                                         So I made 2 of these deals in college, then another one post college to a man my boss calls "The Guppy Guy". See, in graduate school he would take guppys and make them go deaf, then study how to bring back their hearing. I know I know, he's a biologist, chemist, fish lover.  As long as it's not abuse, it's fine with me. He's in Mexico marrying his college sweetheart, right now actually. So in October of 2002 I asked a co-worker and excellent foreign speech singer, Dan Fetter (you Thailanders know him as Enrique Sims) if we could start dating in 5 years if neither of us are attached. He said, "yeah sure". Well a few years have passed and I've made another deal if Fetter doesn't work out. It's with the guy in the red tie, Matt the researcher.  If you get along with this friend-dealio and you're not dating anyone, why not just go for it?  Clocks a ticken'. Fetter has another 2.5 years. Matt has a contigency deal upon Fetter's and my deal.  Some people say marriage is not in the cards for them. It doesn't have to be. I.E. my posting yesterday about what happiness really is.  I think I do want to get married because I can't feed all the animals in the barn myself. Maybe Fetter and Matt will both marry someone else, maybe 2 sisters so they will always know each other. Who knows what the future will bring, but what I have to say is, there are cards in the deck for everyone. We all have an equal chance to achieve everything we want to.  It's kindof fun having a back-up husband or 2 actually. Maybe in 5 years instead of a "cat party" I'll hold an engagement party. My friends back home in Massachusetts, they are all living with someone in a small town with a dog. I go home and when the subject comes up about my dating life, I tell them I'm dating a guy named Jack. He owns a gun and travels alot to LA but it's going well. They just don't get what NYC is. They don't really get that all of us sordof date the city. OK, now I'm getting tired of listening to myself. Back to edit logs. MY SUGGESTION FOR THE DAY - wheatgrass shots - yuck but good for you. - S.S.T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-111454220243403255?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/111454220243403255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=111454220243403255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111454220243403255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111454220243403255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/04/wedding-in-backyard.html' title='Wedding in the Backyard?'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-111445132460306511</id><published>2005-04-25T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T10:48:44.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday, It's Cooler Out &amp; Galletta is my fake boyfriend</title><content type='html'>Hello to all 7 of my Bangkok friends!  Yes, you're right. We've added another reader. Welcome Finpat Gadine!&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I wanted to address you all about an American friend named Daniel Fetter. He's a star here in the USA.   He has a voice of a cheetah. Or in Thailand you say Tom Jones? I wanted to write about him because this month he'll be performing at Yunak Centre in downtown Bangkok.  Look him up.  Tickets are real inexpensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my weekend was okay. I did alot of errands and got some drinks. Maybe too many of the latter..  Bought some furniture online too. But, I must admit, what's up with the stars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we really believe that "everything is meant to happen for a reason" or can we help fate along by the decisions and efforts we make?  Maybe our decisions are what is happening for a reason.  Between the changes and those damn twists and turns, I'm never sure when and what it's like to be "settled". I'm not talking marriage, children and a white fence outside. I'm talking, when do emotional challenges die down? My friend Kate C. and I went out to dinner on saturday. She talked about "happiness". I've realized that there is no guy or party or hat that can bring happiness. It may seem that way though. It's within yourself. Being happy in your job is what I think is most important. But also the health of ourselves and our families and well...love is too, just that gets into a gray area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky that the people that I work with are super cool, smart, fun, funny, really great about listening, focused and boldly together people. I'd like someone to say that about me someday. In the meantime, I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got to add one more thing to today's blogger.&lt;br /&gt;I was carrying a case of 14 oz. Innova cat food, walking down Columbus Ave. a few days ago. I saw this young boy let go of 2 leashes linked to some young puppies. One went running into 71st st. and the other tried to jump over Harry's Burrito's gates that have people eating behind them. I stepped on the leash and stopped the puppy. The Mom was so mad at the son that I just let it go. Responsible parents = holding on to leash. &lt;br /&gt;Finpat - I hope that you enjoyed your first blog with me.&lt;br /&gt;- Speedy Sizzle Thompson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-111445132460306511?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/111445132460306511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=111445132460306511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111445132460306511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111445132460306511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-monday-its-cooler-out-galletta-is.html' title='It&apos;s Monday, It&apos;s Cooler Out &amp; Galletta is my fake boyfriend'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-111411171479833306</id><published>2005-04-21T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T12:28:34.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Funny Today</title><content type='html'>Hi 2 people,&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful out and I don't feel like writing this. I want to go pick up my tennis racquet. I think that we should all read Pam Narozny's blog. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-111411171479833306?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/111411171479833306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=111411171479833306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111411171479833306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111411171479833306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/04/not-funny-today.html' title='Not Funny Today'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-111402287193687454</id><published>2005-04-20T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T11:47:51.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Can't I Have That?</title><content type='html'>To the 2 people that read this (and the 600 of you in Bangkok):                                                     This morning I woke up at 5am. I opened my eyes only to realize that I couldn't move. My three cats had me down for the count.  Speedy to the left of my head, Sam at my feet and little baby Eloise is partly blocking my air intake over my neck.                                                                              I was also surrounded last night at Duvet. These three much older men had me surrounded. One at 10 o'clock, 12 and 2 and they were all staring.  I knew it was only a matter of time before I had to grin and say hello back.  One of the "memorable" conversations was with a much older man who fell off something cement-like and was in a coma for 4 months.  While he was discussing the difference between chlorine and flourine,  I kept thinking of any place else I would rather be. I wanted to be at Sushi Samba sipping on one of their over-priced martini-type drinks. I wanted to be at Citisports picking up my tennis racquet, grocery shopping, cleaning the litter box, yelling at freaking Phil for not bringing any guys with him to meet us.  See, he didn't think Rosanna was bringing anyone.  He thought it was a date with her.                                                                                                                                                       Whatever.  Every night is an adventure.  You really have to see it that way or you end up focusing on something and constantly disappointing yourself. I used to do that in college. If I did not see my houseboy, Aaron out, then I would go home and sulk. Well, eat and sulk.  &lt;br /&gt;I really want to just find whatever the damn hell I am looking for. I'm not sure where it is, but when I see someone else with it, I always wonder why I can't have it.  I know I can though. You have to make the most of each day because without realizing it, it's in your lap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-111402287193687454?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/111402287193687454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=111402287193687454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111402287193687454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111402287193687454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-cant-i-have-that.html' title='Why Can&apos;t I Have That?'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290691.post-111394337308287033</id><published>2005-04-19T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T13:16:57.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blogger</title><content type='html'>OK, so I'm no Zach Braff when it comes to bloggin' but here's what I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to Caprice last night to eat dinner with Hayley. A quick cheap dinner turned into a raucus with many of my neighbors showing up that I haven't talked to in ages. I kept trying to balance everyone out, but I gave up. I ended up staying out until 9:15pm. My famous throat doctor told me that he can write off the rest of my medical bill that I can't pay. My trachea was infected and now it's not. Feeuw. Last night was fun but I didn't wake up at 8am to run Getting up is hard and I feel guilty when I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost $15.00 in poker today. It sucked b/c I was up so much. I need Chris Galletta to get his ass up here b/c whenever he's here I win alot of money. The rest of the poker crew thinks that Chris and I are an item. We aren't, but it will be funny to pretend in front of everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Duvet tonight with Rosanna. The guys we met sunday night are coming too, well at least one and hopefully he (Phil) will bring some more. I need more people to come to my party. I need some connections for vodka, wine, beer. I can't count on Christoph from the wine store. I want the party to be fun and it will be, I just need to find auction items and more alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going out tonight and not playing poker so I can meet more people. Eventhough I found someone that I really like, I can't bank on him. I'm not throwing anymore than 2 eggs in that basket. He's a great guy but he'll be away for over 2 weeks. I just don't want any hurting bullshit to enter my mind. Not again! I just want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so overwhelmed with change. Kate is moving out, I need to find a stupid ass coffee table and an end table. I'm losing a wonderful friend that has picked me up more than 3 times when I've been down. I have to be stronger on my own now. I know it will all be okay, but frankly, can anything just go smoothly? I mean come on! Oh and I went to get new bras on saturday and mine fucking shrank. Who goes down a size? Anyways, this is my blogger. I feel guilty because I've left my 3 cats at home and won't be back until late. They deserve more than that and I guess I do make up for it on weekends and most mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't be writing a blogger. You can all use this against me and tell people and then I'll look like the biggest fool. You know it's all about confidence and the way you present yourself, and treat others the way you want to be treated. So take that you mean frogger bloggers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12290691-111394337308287033?l=speedy4564.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/feeds/111394337308287033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12290691&amp;postID=111394337308287033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111394337308287033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12290691/posts/default/111394337308287033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speedy4564.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-first-blogger.html' title='My First Blogger'/><author><name>Speedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568224839638761217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
