<?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-3097239</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:22:25.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Only See What Your Eyes Want To See</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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>363</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-106179272434202920</id><published>2003-08-25T02:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T02:25:24.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are still under construction for the new design. Be patient with me as I try to figure out HTML again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-106179272434202920?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/106179272434202920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/106179272434202920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106179272434202920' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-106179077779653007</id><published>2003-08-25T01:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T02:24:12.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's been about nine months since I last blogged, so I guess i better update. I have recently given birth to a 9lb 2 oz baby boy....yeah right! Anyway, a lot has been happening. I finally sold my house. With the procedes all of my credit cards have been paid off and I have money in the bank. It's kinda nice. I purchased a new laptop (probably my inspiration for blogging again), took a vaca to Virginia Beach with Jule, and am ready to start my last semester of college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all things are well for now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-106179077779653007?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/106179077779653007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/106179077779653007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106179077779653007' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-85742625</id><published>2002-12-09T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T15:20:43.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bought the new Jennifer Lopez CD today. Before I bought it, I was totally jammin to "Jenny from the Block" on the radio. I bought the CD solely for that song...one of the biggest no-nos of CD buying. And this time it bit me in the ass. I have never heard such a horrible Cd in my life. Every freakin' song (above mentioned excepted) is a sappy ballad obviously directed at Ben Affleck. It's bad enough I have to see their picture in every magazine. The third track is called "Dear Ben"...that is what the album should be called. Don't even consider buying it...come listen to mine first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-85742625?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/85742625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/85742625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85742625' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-85002453</id><published>2002-11-24T04:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T04:52:47.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since no one wants to comment on my page anymore...maybe if i give you all a question, you will reply. Here gos: Who is your favorite diva? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several, so I will pick a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Divas: Joan Crawford, Marilyn Monroe, Bette Midler and Judy Garland (and music)&lt;br /&gt;Music Divas: Madonna and Liza Minnilli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-85002453?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/85002453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/85002453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85002453' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-84962499</id><published>2002-11-23T03:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T04:44:39.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Movies Jule (and the rest of the world) should see:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mildred Pierce&lt;br /&gt;2. Harriet Craig&lt;br /&gt;3. The Women&lt;br /&gt;4. I Could Go On Singing&lt;br /&gt;5. Cabaret&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-84962499?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/84962499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/84962499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84962499' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-84877252</id><published>2002-11-21T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T12:09:01.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work It, Joan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.joancrawfordonline.com/images/1949/49_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-84877252?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/84877252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/84877252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84877252' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-84653627</id><published>2002-11-17T03:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T03:20:53.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mycathatesyou.com/"&gt;MyCatHatesYou.com&lt;/a&gt; - this site is hilarious. Make sure to click the my cats link. We need to submit pics of Sara'a cat on here....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-84653627?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/84653627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/84653627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84653627' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-84653120</id><published>2002-11-17T02:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T02:57:31.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Christina, Christopher, DAMNIT!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you probably know that I have always been obsessed with classic movie stars and singers. Especially, Joan Crawford, Marilyn Monroe and Judy Garland. However, I have not seen many of the movies they have made. So, this weekend I have done nothing but rent a ton of old movies and camp out on my bed. If you love Joan, I highly reccomend &lt;i&gt;Mildred Pierce&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Harriet Craig&lt;/i&gt;. And, the best Joan movie of all time (even thought it probably made her roll over in her grave) &lt;i&gt;Mommie Dearest &lt;/i&gt;. Marilyn is easy, go for &lt;i&gt;Some Like it Hot&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Gentlemen Prefer Blondes&lt;/i&gt;. And, last but certainly not least, you must see Judy in &lt;i&gt;I Could Go On Singing&lt;/i&gt;. It is the last movie she did before she died. She was fabulous in a way singers just aren't fabulous anymore. Interesting fact: There was a tornado in Kansas on the day Judy died. Anyway, happy movie watching everybody....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-84653120?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/84653120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/84653120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84653120' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-83547671</id><published>2002-10-26T04:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T04:33:03.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a lady on tv named Norma Jean. It is just tacky to name your daughter that. It would be like naming your son Elvis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-83547671?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/83547671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/83547671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83547671' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-83105984</id><published>2002-10-17T02:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T02:51:37.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did you all know that Tina Turner was offered the part of Shug Avery in The Color Purple, and turned it down?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-83105984?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/83105984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/83105984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83105984' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-83015442</id><published>2002-10-15T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T10:42:48.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The kiddies in my Ethnic Studies class did not know what a blue book was. I am too damn old to be here anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-83015442?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/83015442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/83015442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83015442' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-83015402</id><published>2002-10-15T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T10:41:55.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" face="Courier new, Courier"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ptocheia.net/piss/index.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ptocheia.net/piss/images/stupid.jpg" border=none&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *looks at the current world's population* You must have a lot of frustration then.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ptocheia.net/piss/index.html"&gt; What pisses you off?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Created by &lt;a href="http://ptocheia.livejournal.com"&gt;ptocheia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-83015402?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/83015402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/83015402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83015402' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-82749135</id><published>2002-10-09T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T13:54:24.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Case in Point&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I came to the realization that a strong female is frightening to everybody, because all societies are male-dominated--black societies, poor people, rich people, any racial group; they're all dominated by men. A strong female is going to threaten everybody across the board...I know the majority of Americans think I walk around my house [with] jodhpurs on and a whip...that I eat men for breakfast and send out my limousine driver to pick up bushels of young men and women, and I let everybody else make my business decisions for me. Even really successful, intelligent men are so fucking scared of me and buy into the hype." -- Madonna &lt;i&gt;Spin&lt;/i&gt;, January 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-82749135?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82749135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82749135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82749135' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-82729013</id><published>2002-10-09T02:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T02:43:48.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here ya go, Brian! &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/News/Items/0,1,10647,00.html?eol.tkr"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; explains a lot :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-82729013?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82729013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82729013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82729013' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-82691271</id><published>2002-10-08T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T11:19:06.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In my Ethnic Studies class today, we read and discussed this article about how Madonna has borrowed elements of black culture throughout her career. Everyone seemed to agree, but almost all admited that they did not know much about her nor were they fans. I completely disagree. The only instance in which I think she used elements of black culture was for the video for "Music", where she is pimpin' in the back of a limo. And, even then it is a stretch. Someone please correct me if I am wrong about this. I don't really see where she has used black culture. Her career can be looked at in stages: 80's pop, erotica, spiritualism (Ray of light), and modern Dance/techno. I do not see how these correlate to black culture. I think it is a better judgement to say that she borrowed from a male dominated culture. She did things that women in music, or in general, were not doing. She grabbed her crotch and made other leud gestures that were not acceptable for women to make. She even taunts the male culture in her lyrics. There is a line in "Erotica" that says "Would it sound better if i were a man?" So, someone please tell me how she has borrowed black culture for her own material gain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-82691271?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82691271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82691271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82691271' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-82585608</id><published>2002-10-06T02:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T02:46:36.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went and saw &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/Title?0259446"&gt;My Big Fat Greek Wedding&lt;/a&gt; last night. It was &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; good! You all need to go see it. Seriously, it was one of the best movies I have ever seen. It keeps you interested and laughing the whole movie. It is easy to see why it has done so well in the box office simply by word of mouth. I read in The Columbus Dispatch today that it will likely gross $200 million, while it only cost $5 million to make. Therefore, it is the most successful indie film of all time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-82585608?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82585608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82585608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82585608' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-82478121</id><published>2002-10-03T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T07:33:28.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've managed to somehow get a second dose of this flu/cold bug that has been going around. I woke up with an upset stomach. I am supposed to drive to Columbus tonight, but I am not sure if I feel up to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching TLC all day long. I am in one of my cynical moods thanks to A Wedding Story. All of these "madly in love" perfect people, will probably pull a J. Lo and divorce within a year. Also, these people's taste in dresses and tuxes, or lack thereof, appalls me sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-82478121?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82478121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82478121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82478121' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-82454245</id><published>2002-10-03T01:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T01:31:12.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Let's get phil-o-soph-ical!" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question of the day: If you could spend one year in perfect happiness but afterward would remember nothing of the experience would you do so? If not, why not? Which is more important: actual experiences, or the memories that remain when the experiences are over? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My View: It would be easier for me to do this rather than the "could you spend a year in perfect happiness and never be able to tell anyone about it" thing. I have a big mouth. To supress it is not easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sidenote: did y'all get the Olivia Newton-John reference?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-82454245?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82454245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82454245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82454245' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-82453830</id><published>2002-10-03T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T01:20:04.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"It's Iris Myandowski, the hand-walking queer!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got "Beaches" on DVD at the library today. I haven't watched this movie in so long....it looks great on DVD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-82453830?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82453830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82453830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82453830' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-82254296</id><published>2002-09-28T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-28T21:54:16.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it that no matter where I move, I always have people living on the floor below me that play loud ghetto music?? When I had my ground-floor apartment, the lady that lived next door to me was Mexican. She always played salsa music, it was cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-82254296?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82254296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82254296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82254296' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-82085353</id><published>2002-09-25T03:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T03:52:40.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, now it looks like they are all not underlined. They seem to change on and off. Oh Well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching HBO's Curb Your Enthusiasm on HBO onDemand. It is so funny! Very seinfeld-ish. I need to start watching Seinfeld. Tomorrow night I am going to make myself watch The West Wing. I know that I would love it, and it continues to win all kinds of awards. And being that it is all about Government and the Presidency, the geek in me would love it. So, I am going to force myself to...Someone keep me accountable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-82085353?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82085353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82085353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82085353' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-82025171</id><published>2002-09-23T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T01:38:49.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Back By Popular Demand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am going to give this a shot again. I love this new template. It is sort of bare bones right now, but I will be adding things every once in a while. It is nice to be back, but I remember why I left. HTML hates me! Look to the left...Kim and Brian are not underlined and there are those weird A-things. Someone who knows what the hell they are doing, help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-82025171?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82025171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82025171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82025171' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-82023565</id><published>2002-09-23T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T22:40:30.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who messed with my template? I added this, but someone previously changed it! JULE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-82023565?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82023565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/82023565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82023565' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-80116875</id><published>2002-08-11T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-11T21:16:13.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I completely snapped the antenna of my cell phone off. My $50 phone is still intact, but no, I have to break the $500 one. At any rate, I am not recieving hardly any phone calls and I cannot call out, so sorry to those of you who have been trying to get a hold of me on it. I hope to get it fixed tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-80116875?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/80116875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/80116875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80116875' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-80092519</id><published>2002-08-11T03:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-11T03:11:31.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This was too funny not to post for myself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Stephanie's sister, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/sigmaration"&gt;Kelli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have boobs. I workout. Why are these two things seemingly at such odds with eachother? I have one sports bra that I have worn since I was in high school. It is way too small, has the uni-boob effect, and I spill out of it all over the place. But I wear it because it's the only one I've ever found that remotely fits. I tried on every XL sportsbra in Target today. And my boobs were too big for every damn one of them. Even in their regular bras... They had like 5 styles of "full figure" bras (all very industrial and non-sexy), and no cute bras in DD cups. I know Lane Bryant carries them (and undies, which I also want), but they are just so damn expensive. Is it too much to ask to want good, sexy and reasonably priced bras for both working out and general wear? Apparently so."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-80092519?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/80092519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/80092519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80092519' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-79776953</id><published>2002-08-03T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-03T12:57:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Thursday August 3, 1993, 1pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Moment that I am unable to forget. Surrounded by my family, I, a scared 13-year old, watched as my Mom lost her battle with cancer. It's been 9 years, almost to the minute. It is hard to believe how far I have come in 9 years. I was forced to grow up that day. Suddenly, the world seemed more fragile. Life seemed more sacred. All at the same time, it seemed unfair. Why was it my Mom that died? It never happened to any of my friends, just me. I watch them all spend time with their Moms and buy them Mother Day cards every year. I would give anything to go back to when i was 10-years old. The world was a little more innocent and just. I had no problems, no worries. I had my parents. How could they have known that at 22-years old i would be left with neither one of them? My life has changed drastically. An Aunt and Uncle have stepped up to by my serrogate parents. In a way I consider myself lucky - I have a ton of family and friends that love me. But, after 9 years, I have learned one important lesson. To hold on to what I have when i have it - it just might be gone tomorrow. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-79776953?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/79776953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/79776953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79776953' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-79474180</id><published>2002-07-27T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-27T10:13:01.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in the middle of a shopping excursion. But, it is pouring down rain outside...so, I stopped by the library to kill some time until it lets up. Anyway, I am sitting here at the computer. A few seconds ago, the electricity went out. There were 4 chinese people sitting across from me and they started freaking out. They were getting all paniced and stuff. You would think that there had been a terrorist attack or something. The librarian had to come calm them down...it was hilarious. It took much effort to keep from busting out laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-79474180?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/79474180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/79474180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79474180' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-79057688</id><published>2002-07-17T05:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-17T05:17:17.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After dinner with my family tonight, we all went and saw Road to Perdition. Being the movie buff I am here is my take:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not as impressed with it as I thought I would be. Don't get me wrong it was a good movie, just not a spectacular movie. Throughout the movie, in particularly the beginning, it moves very slow. I originally attributed this to poor directing. Sam Mendes, of American Beauty fame, was the director. But, I didn't originally know that RTP is an adaptation form a book. The screenwritier, David Self, also did the screenplay for Thirteen Days (a terrible movie). So, that explains it. Anyway, RTP gets a thumbs up. I expect to see it recognized at the Golden Globes and maybe the Oscars. However, if you only have enough money to see one movie that is out right now, see Minority Report over RTP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-79057688?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/79057688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/79057688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79057688' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-78680074</id><published>2002-07-08T05:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-08T05:02:47.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I've had those days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When shit brings you down, just say 'Fuck it,' and eat yourself some motherfucking candy." - Paul Sedaris, &lt;i&gt;You Can't Kill the Rooster&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-78680074?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/78680074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/78680074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78680074' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-78582554</id><published>2002-07-05T07:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-05T07:56:02.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Boredom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Sorority Life on MTV last night. OMG, like I do not see enough of that shit for 9 months out of the year. What is up with the chick Jessica (the President, I think) talking in gossip circles about that one partier pledge. Then, she starts saying stuff about that one chick who is a little on the chubby side. Please, i am not sure I can handle this show. Oh, and when they took that party girl outside and reprimanded her just because they didn't like her. Whatever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I also watched Headliners and Legends about Maculay Culkin. It was fascinating. He is my age - remember the whole Home Alone thing? My Mom loved that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out and had a couple drinks with my cousin to celebrate the 4th. I overslept my family's gettogether yesterday afternoon. So, that kinda sucked. I was really looking forward to the picnic food. I was cravin' baked beans in the worst way. So, I opened up a can and doctored them up to make them decent. I was surprised - they were better than normal. However, the only thing I ate yesterday was baked beans. That cannot be good for me in the longrun - not to mention what it did to me last night...anyway, that is gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored right now, I cannot get back to sleep and I am too tired to go do anything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-78582554?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/78582554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/78582554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78582554' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-78543594</id><published>2002-07-04T04:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-04T04:54:10.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Google Search&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Charla is an open source Mac OS X application for accessing Yahoo! chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you are looking for the Bilingual Women of NASA Charla, click here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Charla researches the history, meaning and legends of each name. She then designs the name based on her findings. ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Prisoners in Recife, Brazil, find victory in Jesus Christ through the ministry of Charla and Houston Greenhaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In Memory of Charla. Born 25 December 1987 Died 24 February 2001. (This might creep me out a little, except this is about a dog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The 700 Club &gt; Features Charla's Children Remarkable stories of one women's love for children and their amazing stories of restoration ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Write a Letter to Charla -. Help her through her own Struggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Charla is a darling 24" artist porcelain doll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-78543594?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/78543594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/78543594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78543594' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-78259120</id><published>2002-06-27T02:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-27T02:33:25.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'd like to poll the audience, Regis!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change the banner on my cell phone, but I do not know what to change it to. Leave me ideas on the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Half Price Books tonight and found the Princess Diana book written by Andrew Morton for 50 cents! However, the whole experience felt shallow and unjoyful. I think it is because Jule was not with me. Jule, I haven't talked to you or seen you forever. Call me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-78259120?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/78259120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/78259120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78259120' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-78092012</id><published>2002-06-23T06:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-23T06:12:23.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Aunt and Uncle are back from vacation. So much for freedom - well, actually no. I can do basically whatever I want. But, it was nice to have them away for awhile. But, in the same respects, it is good to have them home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this little fiasco tonight over my Uncle Dave's Sister being locked out of her house. It was 2 am and my Aunt Jean wanted to go to bed. So, I drove this lady all over the city of Columbus looking for someone with a key to her place. That all on less than 1/4 tank of gas...it took the majority of the night to get things straightened out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to take my Grandma shopping today - yay for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-78092012?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/78092012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/78092012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78092012' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-78059033</id><published>2002-06-22T04:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-22T04:30:05.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been sitting here all night bored. I wanted a really good, old movie to watch. Something classic. But, nothing was on cable. So, I went to look through my Aunt's videos. I know that she mostly has kids stuff for whenever kids come over. I figured that I could find something half decent. As I looked through the 2 stacks of movies, I saw it. BEACHES! Yay! That sounds so perfect. I am going to go watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-78059033?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/78059033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/78059033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78059033' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-77964020</id><published>2002-06-19T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T23:46:15.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Copycat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- CURRENT--&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bored.&lt;br /&gt;Music: I am really into the new Pink CD&lt;br /&gt;Taste: I have not eaten a single mosel of food today, and I am not hungry&lt;br /&gt;Hair: Getting to the point where it needs cut again&lt;br /&gt;Annoyance: This high speed AOL hardly ever works&lt;br /&gt;Desktop Picture: QAF calendar&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Group: Not really any groups. All Madonna baby!&lt;br /&gt;Refreshment: cherry 7-up&lt;br /&gt;Worry: Money, what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--LOOKS&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you most like about your body?: I like my feet.&lt;br /&gt;2. And least?: my nose&lt;br /&gt;3. How many fillings do you have?: None. =)&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you're good looking?: I've seen a lot worse&lt;br /&gt;5. Who would you look like if you could look like anyone besides yourself?: Madonna&lt;br /&gt;6. Do other people often tell you that you're good-looking?: I hear it sometimes&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you look like any celebrities?: not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--FASHION&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you wear a watch?: yes, a fossil metal...from their line of "Fossil Blue"&lt;br /&gt;2. How many coats and jackets do you own?: I could never begin to count. Way too many!!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite pants/skirt color?: no skirt. pants. jeans.&lt;br /&gt;4. Most expensive item of clothing?: Tommy Hilfiger penny-loafers&lt;br /&gt;5. What kind of shoes do you wear?: Sketchers&lt;br /&gt;6. Describe your style in one word: ordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;1. Do your friends 'know' you?: some do.&lt;br /&gt;2. What do they tend to be like?: fun&lt;br /&gt;3. Are there traits in you that are universally liked?: Yeah, my sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;4. How many people do you tell everything to?: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--MUSIC/FILM/BOOKS&lt;br /&gt;1. Favorite band ever?: Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;2. Most listened to bands: I don't listen to many bands, just solo artists.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you find any musicians good-looking?: Madonna&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you play an instrument?: Yes, trumpet&lt;br /&gt;5. Type of music most listened to?: Pop, and techno.&lt;br /&gt;6. Type never listened to?:  rap&lt;br /&gt;7. Tour of your dreams? Drowned World Tour&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite book?: A Christopher browning that i cannot remember the title to.&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite authors?: John Grisham, Christopher Browning&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite movies?: Steel Magnolias, Beaches, When harry Met Sally, Three to Tango...the list is endless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Underwear --&lt;br /&gt;1. Ladies, do you like to wear thongs?: NO!&lt;br /&gt;2. What's your favorite type of underwear?: Hanes Her Way cotton.&lt;br /&gt;3. What color underwear are you wearing right now?: white&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the nicest color for underwear?: white&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you find it uncomfortable without a bra?: NO!. &lt;br /&gt;6. Do you make it a habit of showing people your underwear?: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--RELIGION&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you detest religion?: no&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you think this universe was formed?: God made everything&lt;br /&gt;3. If you currently follow a religion, do you think people who belong to another religion are ignorant?: not ignorant. They honestly feel like what they are doing is right&lt;br /&gt;4. If you were in a hostage situation, and you were given a choice, to either praise the demon they follow or die, what would you choose? die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--CONTROVERSY&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the first thing you think when you see two gay guys or lesbians holding hands?: whatever&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you detest homosexuality?: No&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you agree or disagree with gay or lesbian couples bringing up children?: A loving home is a loving home...that is that.&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you think about abortion?: I believe that the law should not stand in the way of a womans right to choose to do what she wants with her own body&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you think our justice system works?: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you think rape should carry a heavier sentence?: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--GENERAL QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;1. Who do you think is the smartest man alive at the moment?: Saddam Hussein...it gets away with tons of shit and has for years.&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you prefer, a sunny or rainy day?: sunny&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you consider yourself lucky?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you feel pity for people who commit suicide?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;5. Choose one word to describe how you feel most often: asleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-77964020?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/77964020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/77964020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77964020' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-77673690</id><published>2002-06-12T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T19:21:04.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My life in a coma...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i did not wake up until 4pm. I went to sleep again at 9pm and slept until 7am. i stayed up for awhile, ran some arrands and i was back in bed by noon. I slept until 4pm again. now, if all of this is not bad enough, i am still tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for my cousin to get home. We are driving to Blowing Green tonight for a couple of relaxing days. There is some family in town and we are both desperate to avoid them. When we get back, everyone will be on vacation and the house will be all ours. Fun times! See ya in a few.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-77673690?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/77673690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/77673690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77673690' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-77597508</id><published>2002-06-11T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T01:07:00.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had lunch at Schmidt's with the &lt;a href="http://jivefroggie.blogspot.com"&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt; the other day. It was really good to see and talk with her. We had good food and good conversation. I guess this time it was "good times and (german potato) salad". We need to keep in touch better though. I am glad that I will be home for a few months, it gives me a good amount of time to catch up with my friends. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-77597508?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/77597508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/77597508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77597508' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-77557482</id><published>2002-06-10T04:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T04:09:22.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Monday Madness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What is your favorite type of TV show? I like a lot actually...comedies, documentaries, dramas. I do not care for reality shows, except for the MTV stuff.&lt;br /&gt;2) What is your favorite type of music? Mostly pop, dance and a little groovy stuff (i.e Billy Holiday)&lt;br /&gt;3) What is your favorite type of person? Someone who is honest and accepts people for what they are. Someone who doesn't judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-77557482?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/77557482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/77557482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77557482' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-77457768</id><published>2002-06-07T07:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-07T07:07:41.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>* Disclaimer - Attention members of the &lt;b&gt;male gender&lt;/b&gt;, do not read any further, for you &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; be grossed out: Ladies, well, you can all sympathize with me right now. I went to bed all cuddly and cozy in my bed at 3 am. A little later than usual, but still, no biggie. I was awakened at 6:30am in a not small, but large puddle of a substance reminding me that I am, in fact a woman. So, like so many a gal before me (including myself a million times), I just had to bite the bullet - get up change clothes, put the sheets in the washer and wait. So, here I sit before my computer, wishing that I could go back to sleep. But alas, I will have to sit around and do the wait of irritated menstruating female. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For all the men that just read that post and were, in fact, grossed out, &lt;b&gt;I warned you&lt;/b&gt;. Don't complain to me when this was all your fault!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-77457768?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/77457768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/77457768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77457768' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-77444368</id><published>2002-06-06T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T22:20:56.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://hometown.aol.com/rakrox89/images/lomein.gif" alt="I am Lo Mein!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php?client=hehe"&gt;What Kind of Chinese Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt; test!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired to take this test because &lt;a href="http://shoegirl.blogspot.com"&gt;Jule&lt;/a&gt; and I ate at a Chinese buffet today. We discussed our favorite types of food. I rated Chinese food first followed by Italian and Mexican. Of course I do enjoy a huge juicy steak, which would be in the category of American food. Anyway, i am just babbling....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-77444368?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/77444368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/77444368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77444368' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-77409013</id><published>2002-06-06T02:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T02:20:47.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ollie.summerrains.com/quiz/quiz.html" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ollie.summerrains.com/quiz/obiwan.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;which Episode II character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the greatest Jedi Knight of all. Like Obi Wan, you are wise and keep your feet on the ground at all times. You will not be outsmarted by anyone. You are always faithful to your friends. Be careful though, danger lurks around every corner - you could even be betrayed by those closest to you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaijindesign.com/lawriemalen/jedi" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gaijindesign.com/lawriemalen/jedi/anakin.jpg" width="285" height="123" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;:: how jedi are you? ::&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-77409013?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/77409013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/77409013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77409013' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-77408060</id><published>2002-06-06T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T01:46:23.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I am so bored that I sat here and compiled a list of things you all may, or may not know about me. Here goes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am terrorified of birds&lt;br /&gt;- I hate rollercoasters with a passion&lt;br /&gt;- I didn't get my drivers license until I was 20&lt;br /&gt;- I am very much a city girl -- give me a high-rise apt to a country house any day&lt;br /&gt;- I am afraid of flying&lt;br /&gt;- I cannot swim&lt;br /&gt;- I have never cheated on a test/exam/quiz in my life&lt;br /&gt;- The furthest west I have been is Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;- I have been to Europe&lt;br /&gt;- I do not want to give birth -- my children will be adopted&lt;br /&gt;- 90% of my wardrobe is gray T-Shirts&lt;br /&gt;- I would love to get a tatoo and my tounge pierced, but I cannot handle pain&lt;br /&gt;- I hardly ever cook in my microwave (Kim!!!)&lt;br /&gt;- I have been a huge Madonna fan since i was about 6. (I have seen just about ever documentary about her, Truth or Dare, all her videos, CD's and photo layouts. I've even seen the "sex" book)&lt;br /&gt;- If I could spend an hour with anyone in the world, alive or dead, it would be my Mom&lt;br /&gt;- McDonalds is, and always has been, my fav fast food restaurant&lt;br /&gt;- I love all Seafood except Salmon&lt;br /&gt;- My dream vacation, at this point, is London&lt;br /&gt;- I haven't flucuated in weight since I went through puberty - I still wear jeans I bought when I was 14. &lt;br /&gt;- I could not live without Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;- My favorite tv shows are Six Feet Under, Will and Grace and Queer as Folk&lt;br /&gt;- I need to stop making stupid lists like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-77408060?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/77408060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/77408060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77408060' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-77342947</id><published>2002-06-04T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-04T16:04:07.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not much has been going on lately, which explains my lack of posts. I've been mostly relaxing and looking for a job. My Uncle is having family come in from out of town soon. So, my cousin and I are going to BG for a couple days. When we get back everyone will be on vacation, so the house will be ours...yay! But then, when they come back, I need to find another home for a week. I will probably stay with my Grandma. So, that is about all that is happening here...Jule has abandoned me for the past week. She is never home and doesn't return my phone calls. She refuses to come to BG with us, which is kinda unlike her. So, I don't know what the deal is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-77342947?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/77342947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/77342947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77342947' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76874897</id><published>2002-05-23T03:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-23T03:38:53.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, the evil prof that failed me emailed me back. Here's the situation. He had certain components of the class: attendance, participation, research paper, informal assignments, and final paper. If you fail any one of these, you fail the course (If you have all A's on the papers and stuff and don't participate in class, you fail). Not my idea of a well run class - and a very unfair grading system. He told me that my participation was very minimal, in which I agree. I am an introvert, however, if I feel like I have some input to contribute I will. In fact, I frequently do. I love to teach people and fill them full of info and knew ideas. However, in this particular class, I didn't feel like I had much to contribute. And when I did, someone else would mention what I was thinking. So, basically he failed me. In the email, he said in lieu of the fact that I did well on my assignments he would change my grade to a D. So, I thanked him profusely and humbly asked that since my course work was good that it be brought to a C instead. But, we shall see. Although, I think he is being kind of an asshole, I just have to deal with it..his policies were in the syllabus at the beginning of the course and I knew what I was getting into. Oh well...at least it will not be an F.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76874897?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76874897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76874897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76874897' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76832946</id><published>2002-05-22T03:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T03:59:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bad, Bad Day!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late last night I got my grades off the internet. I about threw the computer when I saw them. I have never done this badly in all 4 years of college - which believe me is saying something. A class I expected to get a B in, I failed. The prof had to seriously screw something up. It is not even remotely possible that I failed it. So, I emailed him and I am hoping and praying that he is not going to be a jerk about it. If he is, I will appeal to higher up's. So, as I stared in amazement at my grades, I began scrolling down to see my GPA and my subsequent university standing. Luckily, I am still on good standing, but by only .08 of a point. There is a whole big explanation as to why I did so poorly, but I am not getting into it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if it wasn't a big enough blow for me to see these grades, I had to fess up to my Aunt Jean about them. I figured that she could either hear it from me or read it on a piece of paper when it gets here. So, I bit the bullet and told her - I figured it was the right thing to do. Needless to say, World War III broke out in this house around 4 pm. She and I have had our fights, but nothing as huge as this. We were both practically screaming at each other. Finally, after much yelling and a few tears (on my behalf - she is a tough fighter), we let up on each other.  I took a shower and let both of us chill out a bit. Then went back and apologized for yelling. Just because she was yelling at me, does not give me the right to yell back. It's a simple matter of respect. So, we discussed things and I am going to work harder and try to get out of this rut in the fall. What sucks is that I don't think i will be able to graduate next year. If not, I am moving back to Columbus and taking time off. I am already burned out, by the end of next year I will be ready to have a nervous breakdown. So, I guess that is just life. No one could possibly be more dissapointed in me or pissed off at me as I am myself. My self-esteem and self-worth are basically at an all-time low. So much work, time, and effort and still maybe no degree. Just love me regardless...that is all I ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76832946?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76832946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76832946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76832946' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76749963</id><published>2002-05-20T03:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T03:11:31.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday Five (plus a few days)&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;What shampoo do you use?&lt;/b&gt; Typically, I use the orange Herbal Essences. Sometimes, suave if I am low on cash and having a shampoo crisis. Sometimes, if i have a bit sweaty wad of money I dish out the 10 bucks for the salon stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Do you use conditioner?&lt;/b&gt; What kind? My hair is too oily for conditioner...so, no I do not use any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;When was the last time you got your hair cut?&lt;/b&gt; See last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;What styling products do you use?&lt;/b&gt; When my hair is short I use Herbal Essences moose, I disovered that bed head stuff for when i go out, and if my hair is long I use nothing, because it is way too out of control to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;What's your worst hair-related experience?&lt;/b&gt; Probably when my mom took me to the salon when I was about 10 and forced me to get a really BAD perm. If you know me, a perm really isn't my thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76749963?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76749963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76749963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76749963' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76584700</id><published>2002-05-15T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-15T14:40:31.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been living it up C-Town style for the past few days. I have been home nearly a week and I am loving it. Yesterday my Aunt Jean got this call from Spencer Research in Grandview. Thy do product taste testing and markrting research. Usually, they pay people like 10 bucks to come taste test some stuff. When the guy called, I told him my Aunt wasn't here but I was interested. So, today I will be heading off to the Wendy's Headquarters in Dublin to taste test something for 15 bucks. Not much, but it is 15 I did have before. Jule called too and is also going to do it. After we are all done eating our brand new selection from the Wendy's menu we are heading over to Tuttle Mall so I can get my really, really ridiculously long hair chopped off. It should be a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76584700?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76584700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76584700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76584700' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76331775</id><published>2002-05-09T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-09T00:18:48.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Here's Proof that I am bored off my ass..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time is it? 12:05 am&lt;br /&gt;2. Name as it appears on your birth certificate: Charla Joy Williams&lt;br /&gt;3. Nickname(s): Char, chardowee, Charla Joy&lt;br /&gt;4. Parents names? Charlie and Pam...although it feels like Jean and David&lt;br /&gt;5. Number of candles that appeared on your last birthday cake? 22&lt;br /&gt;6. Date that you regularly blow them out? May 1&lt;br /&gt;7. Pets? 1 dog, 7 fish, 3 snails&lt;br /&gt;8. Eye color? hazel&lt;br /&gt;9. Hair color? blonde&lt;br /&gt;10. Piercings? I want a tounge ring, but I am too chicken&lt;br /&gt;11. Tattoos? nope&lt;br /&gt;12. How much do you love your job? die school, DIE!&lt;br /&gt;13. Favourite colour? green or blue&lt;br /&gt;14. Home town? Columbus, OH&lt;br /&gt;15. Current residence? Columbus, OH&lt;br /&gt;16. Favourite food? chocolate&lt;br /&gt;17. Been to Africa? No, but I would love to go&lt;br /&gt;18. Loved somebody so much it made you cry? yes&lt;br /&gt;19. Been in a car accident? 2, no one was hurt&lt;br /&gt;20. Favourite piece of furniture? uh, I really like my coffee table&lt;br /&gt;21. Favourite Movie? lots&lt;br /&gt;22. Favourite Holiday? Christmas&lt;br /&gt;23. Favourite day of the week? Friday&lt;br /&gt;24. Favourite word or phrase? uh, I am not sure, ask other people I talk to&lt;br /&gt;25. Favourite Toothpaste? Aquafresh Whitening&lt;br /&gt;26 Favourite Restaurant? Applebee's&lt;br /&gt;27. Favourite Flowers? roses&lt;br /&gt;28. Favourite Drink? non-alcholic= Mountain Dew Code Red...alcoholic= amaretto sour&lt;br /&gt;29. Favourite type of ice-cream? Breyers Natural Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;30. Favourite Sesame Street Character? Oscar the Grouch&lt;br /&gt;31. Favourite sport to watch? Hockey or Baseball&lt;br /&gt;32. Favorite Disney or Warner Bros? disney anything&lt;br /&gt;33. Favourite Fast Food Restaurant? McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;34. When was your last hospital visit? When my G-ma had surgery last year&lt;br /&gt;35. What colour is your bedroom carpet? beige&lt;br /&gt;36. How many times did you fail your drivers test? 1 - damn near twice...but only maneuverability&lt;br /&gt;37. Who is the last person you got email from before this? uh, some type of spam&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have a criminal record? no&lt;br /&gt;39. Which single store would you choose to max out your credit cards? Done it...Old Navy&lt;br /&gt;40. What do you do most often when you are bored? stupid stuff like this survey&lt;br /&gt;41. Name the person that you are friends with that lives the furthest away? uh, Shannon in FL&lt;br /&gt;42. Most annoying thing people ask me? oh, is this your mom's van?&lt;br /&gt;43. What time is Bedtime? whenever&lt;br /&gt;44. Who will send this back the quickest? um..no one...or Steff i guess, cus shes the only one who didnt do it yet&lt;br /&gt;45. Who is the person who is most likely to not to do this too? Not sure. Jule might&lt;br /&gt;46. Favourite all time TV show? The Golden Girls...I still watch it everyday on Lifetime&lt;br /&gt;47. Last person you went out to dinner with? Tracy, Ruthanne and bunch of friends for my BDay&lt;br /&gt;48. Last Movie you saw? I watched Courage Under Fire tonight on cable..I'd never seen it before&lt;br /&gt;49. Time when you finished this? 12:17 am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76331775?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76331775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76331775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76331775' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76330176</id><published>2002-05-08T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-08T23:31:59.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are getting weird. I woke up today feeling really weird. I can't really describe it. I went to the health center last week to get a prescription refilled and I had to see a doctor to get a new one. Basically after talking to me and realizing sometimes I get in weird moods, she put me on Zoloft. I frequently feel weird, sorta not like myself. I do get my depressive slumps, but everyone does, right? Well, I was sort of concerned, so I called the doctor back and she really thinks that I have a mild case of depression brought on by a chemical imbalance. And on top of everything, my Aunt called and there is a prob with my house. There is water damage in the basement that the insurance won't cover - the damage is between $3K and $5K. So, that caused me to freak out along with the fact that I am not doing all that well this semester....so, today has not been wonderful. I am so glad that I will be home soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, why doesn't anyone comment on my page anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76330176?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76330176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76330176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76330176' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76311839</id><published>2002-05-08T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-08T14:13:17.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I love 'ya Tomorrow. You're only a day away.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to go home to Columbus tomorrow. Yay! I am almost all packed up. Tonight, I need to load my van and finish cleaning everything up. My cousin just called me and said that he an his best friend are having a huge fight - even to the point of threatening each other. He is not sure the friendshop with survive it. However, he is a gay man and we all know gay men and their drama. (Love you guys) If you do not know gay male drama... one minute the world is falling apart and will never be put back together, and the next the world is perfect again. So, I am not all that worried about their friendship. I hope everything works out for them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other cousin, this dudes sister, called me today too. We are planning a surprise birthday dinner for my Aunt on Friday night - yay free food at a nice restaurant! Then, Sunday, we are landscaping her yard for her. I think she will be really surprised. And, since I was not home on my birthday, I will get my presents too. Yay! Let the festivities begin! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76311839?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76311839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76311839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76311839' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76288678</id><published>2002-05-07T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T22:50:44.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Quote of the Night: "Vagina Osbourne"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't watch The Osbournes you will not get it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76288678?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76288678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76288678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76288678' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76250820</id><published>2002-05-07T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T01:00:50.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The idea for that last post is courtesy of this &lt;a href="http://people.albion.edu/smcnitt/weblog/index.html"&gt;chick&lt;/a&gt;. Go read her page, I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76250820?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76250820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76250820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76250820' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76246273</id><published>2002-05-06T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T00:40:23.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pick a band/singer and answer using only that band's/singer's lyrics. Use any quotes that apply.&lt;br /&gt;Singer: &lt;a href="http://www.madonnamusic.com"&gt;Madonna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you male or female?&lt;br /&gt;"Bad girl, drunk by six, kissin some kind of strangers lips" (Bad Girl)&lt;br /&gt;"I'm your candy perfume girl" (Candy Perfume Girl)&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know what it feels like for a girl" (What it feels like for a girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Describe yourself:&lt;br /&gt;"We are living in a material world, and I am a material girl" (Material Girl)&lt;br /&gt;"Silky Smooth, Lips as sweet as candy" (What it feels like for a girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How do they feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;"I'm crazy for you. Touch me once and you'll know it's true" (Crazy for You)&lt;br /&gt;"You only See What your eyes want to see. How can life be what you want it to be? You're frozen" (Frozen)&lt;br /&gt;"Things haven't been the same since you came into my life" (Secret)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you feel about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;"This used to be my playground. This used to be the place I ran to whenever I was in need of a friend" (This used...)&lt;br /&gt;"I can't help falling in love, I fall deeper and deeper the further I go" (Deeper and Deeper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend:&lt;br /&gt;"This guy was menat for me and I was meant for him" (I Deserve it)&lt;br /&gt;"I fell in love with a beautiful stranger" (Beautiful Stranger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you rather be doing?&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Mr. DJ put a record on I wanna dance with my baby" (Music)&lt;br /&gt;"Erotic, Erotic, put your hands all over my body" (Erotica)&lt;br /&gt;"If we took a Holiday, took osme time to celebrate, just one day out of life it would be so nice" (Holiday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Describe where you live.&lt;br /&gt;"Universe is full of stars, nothing out there is the same.." (Impressive Instant)&lt;br /&gt;"and I feel like I just got home...and I feel..oohhh..." (Ray of Light)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Describe how you love.&lt;br /&gt;"Open your heart me, baby, I hold the lock and you hold the key" (Open Your heart)&lt;br /&gt;"Get into the groove for you've got to prove your love to me" (Get into the Groove)&lt;br /&gt;"Wanting...Needing....for you to Justify my Love" (Justify My Love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Share a few words of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tell me to stop" (Don't tell me)&lt;br /&gt;"Express yourself, don't repress yourself" (Human Nature"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76246273?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76246273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76246273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76246273' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76242567</id><published>2002-05-06T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-06T21:12:33.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After some generosity on Kim's behalf, and one very expensive call to Juno tech support ($1.95/minute), I am now have back my internet service. The technology era in which we live is amazing! I went without internet access at home for like 9 hours, and you would think someone just cut off my air supply. I crave it...I need it. What the hell did I do with the first 20 years of my life that I did not have home internet access??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76242567?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76242567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76242567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76242567' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76229764</id><published>2002-05-06T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-06T15:23:05.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cannot wait for this summer. There are many, many reasons why. Butm at the moment, one of the biggest reasons is that I can get a job and pay off my credit cards. Juno cut off my service today because my card was declined. I have been downgraded to the free service, which sucks: There is a huge advertisment on every screen you open, and if I open AOL IM it shuts everything down. I called &lt;a href="http://kimschu.blogspot.com"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt; to beg her to use her credit card...it is only 10 bucks, but she told me she would call me later. I am going insane with this ad thingy. I wish she would call me really really soon. At any rate, you can all still send me email and if you need to talk to me, call my cell cause I cannot sign onto AOL. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76229764?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76229764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76229764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76229764' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76178735</id><published>2002-05-05T04:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T20:22:12.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Has anyone heard the new Cher CD (the one that has Song For The Lonely on it)? It is fabulous. I bought it just for that song, but it turns out that I like most of the other songs even more than that one. So, it gets my highest recc...go buy it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76178735?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76178735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76178735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76178735' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76173448</id><published>2002-05-05T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T00:08:55.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;--Saturday Seven--&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;What is your favorite genre of movies?&lt;/b&gt; Nothing beats a good comedy. However, I am all about chick flicks.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;What is your favorite movie?&lt;/b&gt; This question is impossible to answer. I can name a few though...Father of the Bride, The Birdcage, Uncle Buck, The Great Outdoors, To Wong Foo, Three to Tango, Steel Magnolias, Beaches, Sleepless in Seattle, You've Got Mail&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;What movie do you hate with a passion?&lt;/b&gt; I hate all of the Adam Sandler movies! &lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Name a Movie you saw in a theater and hated it so much, you felt you totally wasted your money?&lt;/b&gt; Blair Witch Project, Random Hearts, Godzilla&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Do you rent movies often? If so, where?&lt;/b&gt; Yes, all the time. If I am in Columbus, the overpriced Blockbuster or sometimes Hollywood video. In BG, Video Spectrum&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;What movie are you in the mood to watch right now?"&lt;/b&gt; Boy's Don't Cry...it is on cable and I have been waiting all night for it. &lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;What was the last movie you saw in a theater?&lt;/b&gt; I think it was when i went and saw Panic Room with Jule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76173448?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76173448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76173448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76173448' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76165197</id><published>2002-05-04T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-04T18:29:09.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Both of my papers are DONE!!!!!!! Now only 2 finals, one of which I have no hope of doing well on, to go!!! YAY!!!! 5 more freakin days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76165197?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76165197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76165197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76165197' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76143386</id><published>2002-05-03T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-03T23:51:48.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, here's my question for you my loyal viewers...does anyone live in a town that has a clean Dairy Queen? Every single Dairy Queen that I have been to from here to FL and Oklahoma has been a filthy hole in the wall. Is your local Dairy Queen clean? Leave your comments and let me know where you saw such a sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76143386?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76143386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76143386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76143386' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76138715</id><published>2002-05-03T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-03T21:00:14.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone please tell me why the hell I cannot get Stephanie's Page to link up right on the left side of the page. Look at my HTML code and tell me what I am doing wrong. I have been trying to fix it for hours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76138715?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76138715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76138715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76138715' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76138132</id><published>2002-05-03T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-03T20:57:31.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Friday Five&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;b&gt;What is your favorite alcoholic beverage?&lt;/b&gt; Reb Bull and Vodka, Amaretto Sours, Amaretto Kamikaze&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;b&gt;What drink do you hate?&lt;/b&gt; Vodka Cranberries and almost anything with cranberry juice in it&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;b&gt;When you go out to bars/clubs/or wherever you go, who do you go with?&lt;/b&gt; Usually, Jule. Sometimes other friends like Brian, Brandon or my Cousin David.&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;b&gt;When you go out, what is your favorite "groove" song (aka The song you get all into when it is on)&lt;/b&gt; Absolutely Not by Deborah Cox and anything by Madonna (especially the mega-mix)&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;b&gt;What song do you think is way overplayed and you hate it?&lt;/b&gt; Dance Mix of Hero by Enrique &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76138132?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76138132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76138132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76138132' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76080106</id><published>2002-05-02T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T10:39:13.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a really good day yesterday! I went to Toledo to go shopping. It was really relaxing. However, I didn't get much stuff. I ended up coming home with Rosie O'Donnell's new book Find Me. I started reading it at 4:30 and I didn't stop until almost 7. I finished the last 10 pages this morning. I have always related to Rosie. Her Mom died when she was young, and she dealt with it in many of the same ways I did, and she has about the same attitude now that I do about the whole thing. I love Rosie! Anyway, the book rocked! Go buy it - all of her proceeds go to charity too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so at 7 Tracy and I went to Friendly's for dinner and I was surprised by a bunch of my other friends being there too. We had a great time. They sang "Happy Birthday" twice in a crowded restaurant - I was bright red. Thanks Guys, you made my B-Day rock! I came back home and finished a paper and then fell asleep. All in all, it was a good day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76080106?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76080106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76080106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76080106' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76036973</id><published>2002-05-01T08:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-01T08:33:08.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday to Me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to write a paper tonight. What a wonderful way to spend your birthday. Like usual Aunt Ginger called me at 8 am to wish me a Happy Birthday. She always calls then because I was born at 8:10am. Grandma should be calling by 9, and Aunt Jean (the only normal one) will wait until this afternoon. However, I have geo lab and class today, so she will not be able to get ahold of me until tonight. Jule called me while I was sleeping. Tracy is taking me out to dinner and I got a postcard from Kim. I love my friends...I just wish I was in Columbus...cause school would be over and all would be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76036973?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76036973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76036973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76036973' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-76005580</id><published>2002-04-30T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-30T13:01:48.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so tired! I fell asleep on my couch last night. I really tried to study my geology, but my brain would not cooperate. I woke up around 2 am, and figured if I got up and got into my bed, I would over-sleep my 11am exam. So, I just stayed on the couch. I think it is the worst nights sleep I have ever gotten. Jule called me this morning. I talked for awhile and then got into the shower. Took the exams - bombed both. Now, I am stuck on campus until my next class at 4. I have a paper due thursday - i am working on that now. But, I am ready to pull my hair out. 9 more days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-76005580?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76005580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/76005580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#76005580' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-75963649</id><published>2002-04-29T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T11:07:56.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, here I am again. Alone in my fabulous apartment. Everyone is gone and I am lonely. Why is it that I have such a difficult adjustment period to being alone. I get so caught up in whoever is here. Like when Kim graduated and left BG, it took me months to adjust to being alone. Now, &lt;a href="http://shoegirl.blogspot.com"&gt;Jule &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://discombobul8ted.blogspot.com"&gt;Brian&lt;/a&gt; went back home. I seriously doubt it will take monhs to get over, but it will take a couple days anyway. All they did was run their mouths and eat all my food, but I love 'em :) I miss you guys! I will be ok in a couple hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-75963649?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75963649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75963649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75963649' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-75843363</id><published>2002-04-26T07:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T07:13:38.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, “ Where have I gone wrong?” Then a voice says to me, “ This is going to take more than one night.” –Charlie Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sick of school. Would it be a bad thing if I didn't come back in the fall - I need some time off. I am still debating weather or not I am going to take a couple classes at Columbus State this summer. Aunt Jean is practically forcing me. She might lay a golden egg if I tell her I don't want to. I have 1 week left of classes, then finals week. So, basically in 2 weeks, I will be home. However, I still have 2 papers to write and a bunch of make-up work for Geology to do. It's amazing how long 2 weeks can seem. Come May 10th, I am going to be driving 90 mph down 23 South to get the hell home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one for being homesick. Even at camp or anything, I am usually ok. I am really home sick right now. Having Jule up here helps a lot. We have had some good times, but no noodle salad as of yet. I am hoping that she will stay tonight and not go home. I am thinking that she will, but who knows. Damn, I just wish she could stay up here for the next 2 weeks. That would rock, but there is no way she would do it! Besides, I probably wouldn't get anything done if she was here. *sigh* 2 weeks...just 2 weeks I can make it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-75843363?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75843363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75843363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75843363' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-75760647</id><published>2002-04-24T04:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-24T04:01:28.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was the first CD/tape/record you remember buying yourself? I remember buying Vanilla Ice - To the Extreme when I was about 10, i remember Madonna (Immaculate collection and erotica, I snuck and bought the latter), I bought the Nirvana CD's also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is your favorite music artist and why? By far Madonna. The girl has had a 20 year career that has only gotten better with time. She is my ultimate Diva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Name one song or artist that reminds you of a certain time in your life and explain. I Love You by Sarah McLachlan and You Must Love Me by Madonna for reasons I refuse to explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  What is your "gettin it on song", or a song you play to set the mood? I like Paula Cole Feelin' Love and Constant Craving by KD Lang...just about anything KD Lang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-75760647?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75760647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75760647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75760647' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-75724880</id><published>2002-04-23T08:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-23T08:34:02.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday This-or-That&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you eat fastfood? If so, what is your favorite fastfood restaurant? &lt;/b&gt;McDonalds is the best. I can deal with just about any of them though. It depends on what mood I am in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you know how to cook? What are some of your specialties?&lt;/b&gt;I can cook somethings. I make good chicken (mexican style and such), homemade spaghetti sauce. However, I cannot bake. All of my concoctions are weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you had to choose your last meal before you die, what would it be?&lt;/b&gt; A big steak with A-1 sauce, a giant baked potato with butter and whole kernal corn, with milk to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What food could you not live without?&lt;/b&gt; Without a dount chocolate. And, chicken i guess I eat a ton of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-75724880?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75724880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75724880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75724880' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-75646572</id><published>2002-04-21T07:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-21T07:03:38.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://partly-cloudy.org/mrs/" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://partly-cloudy.org/mrs/flyaway.png" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://partly-cloudy.org/mrs/" target="new"&gt;Find out which Moulin Rouge song you are.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-75646572?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75646572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75646572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75646572' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-75646193</id><published>2002-04-21T06:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-21T06:25:16.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A Little Late Friday Five&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What's your favorite TV show and why?&lt;/b&gt; I have many many favorite shows. Let's see...currently, I am really into The Osbornes, The Real World Chicago, Queer as Folk, Six Feet Under, Will and Grace, ER and Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Who is your favorite television star?&lt;/b&gt; This is not an easy question. I really like Lisa Kudrow (both from Friends and when she was on Mad About You), Loved Helen Hunt and Will Smith while they were still on TV, I love most of the cast from Queer as Folk, and I love Rosie O'Donnell if that counts as a TV star. There are so many more I am leaving out..oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What was your favorite TV show as a child?&lt;/b&gt; The term child is kind of ambiguous. I guess if you are counting 5-10, I love Nick at Nite and all the shows included on it. My Grandma got me started watching the old shows like The Ann Southern Show and the Donna Reed Show. I used to think that once some of the Primetime shows of that day came onto Nick at Nite, I would be soo old. Just the other day I flip to it and what do I see...The Cosby Show, Family Ties, and All in the Family...geeze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What show do you think should have been cancelled by now?&lt;/b&gt; I know that many people like it, but I don't see what is so special about Law and Order (CSI, SVU, ABC, RFK, or whatever they are). And there are many shows on MTV that should have been cancelled years ago, like Jackass. And for the love of all things good and holy, get rid of Survivor!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What new show do you hope escapes the axe this season?&lt;/b&gt; I am not sure of all that is new. I guess I would say The Court with Sally Field. I've never watched it, but I love her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-75646193?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75646193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75646193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75646193' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-75541385</id><published>2002-04-18T06:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-18T06:23:59.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;19 Things To Do In A Public Bathroom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Stick your open palm under the stall and ask your neighbor,&lt;br /&gt;"May I borrow a highlighter?"&lt;br /&gt;2.  Say "Uh oh, I knew I shouldn't put my lips on that".&lt;br /&gt;3.  Cheer and clap loudly every time somebody breaks the silence&lt;br /&gt;with a bodily function noise.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Say, "Hmmm, I've never seen that color before."&lt;br /&gt;5.  Drop a marble and say, "Oh shoot!!  My glass eye!!"&lt;br /&gt;6.  Say, "Darn, this water is cold."&lt;br /&gt;7.  Grunt and strain real loud for 30 seconds and then drop a&lt;br /&gt;cantaloupe into the toilet bowl from a high place. Sigh&lt;br /&gt;relaxingly.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Say, "Now how did that get there?"&lt;br /&gt;9.  Say, "Hummus.  Reminds me of hummus."&lt;br /&gt;10. Fill up a large flask with Mountain Dew.  Squirt it&lt;br /&gt;erratically under the stall walls of your neighbor while yelling,&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa!  Easy Boy!!"&lt;br /&gt;11. Say, "Interesting...more sinkers than floaters."&lt;br /&gt;12. Using a small squeeze tube spread peanut butter on a wad of&lt;br /&gt;toilet paper and drop under the stall wall of your neighbor. &lt;br /&gt;Then say, "Could you kick that back over here, please.&lt;br /&gt;13. Say, "C'mon, Mr. Happy!  Don't fall asleep on me!!"&lt;br /&gt;14. Say, "Boy, that sure looks like a maggot."&lt;br /&gt;15. Say, "Darn, I knew that drain hole was a little too small. &lt;br /&gt;Now what am I gonna to do?"&lt;br /&gt;16. Play a well known drum cadence over and over again on your&lt;br /&gt;butt cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;17. Before you unroll toilet paper, conspicuously lay down your&lt;br /&gt;"Cross-Dresser Anonymous" newsletter on the floor visible to the&lt;br /&gt;adjacent stall.&lt;br /&gt;18. Lower a small mirror underneath the stall wall and adjust it&lt;br /&gt;so you can see your neighbor an say, "Peek-a-boo!"&lt;br /&gt;19. Drop a D-cup bra on the floor under the stall wall and sing&lt;br /&gt;"Born Free."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-75541385?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75541385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75541385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75541385' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-75496065</id><published>2002-04-17T02:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-17T02:21:22.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Better Late Than Never:&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday This-or-That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat food if it hits the floor? Yes or no? Yes, typically there is nothing wrong with it.As long as there are no "floor particles" on it&lt;br /&gt;Chinese food or Italian? Depends on the Night. Mostly Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream or yogurt? Ice Cream!&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat breakfast? Yes or no? I would rather sleep&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever eaten a bug? Yes or no? Not to my knowledge, thank God!&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink from a can, bottle, or glass? Actually fountain Pepsi is the bomb! But typically bottle is the best&lt;br /&gt;Do you consume 5 fruits and vegetables a day? I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;Apple or orange? Green apple &lt;br /&gt;Pork rinds or sardines? Never had sardines..&lt;br /&gt;Caviar or grits? Grits definately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-75496065?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75496065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75496065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75496065' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-75457387</id><published>2002-04-16T04:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-16T04:41:45.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hell has frozen over solid! &lt;a href="http://shoegirl.blogspot.com"&gt;Jule&lt;/a&gt; changed her page!! Speaking of..how do you all like my subtle new look?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-75457387?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75457387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75457387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75457387' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-75415380</id><published>2002-04-15T03:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-15T06:26:48.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-75415380?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75415380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75415380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75415380' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-75415044</id><published>2002-04-15T02:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-15T02:53:38.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The Way It Really Is"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;I had to get the words out of my head&lt;br /&gt;So I did&lt;br /&gt;You barely said a thing&lt;br /&gt;You kind of heard me out and then you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're crazy, why do you keep doing this?&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fine."&lt;br /&gt;Then I think, I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;I do this all the time&lt;br /&gt;Until I start to think that nothing's even wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am&lt;br /&gt;Hiding in my own confusion&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're just&lt;br /&gt;A picture in my head&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what if it could be&lt;br /&gt;The way I wish it really was&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't wanna see it&lt;br /&gt;The way it really is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your intentions&lt;br /&gt;Are totally impossible to read&lt;br /&gt;What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes even I &lt;br /&gt;Have no idea what I need&lt;br /&gt;I wish I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep doing this?&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;Then you think I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;I do this all the time&lt;br /&gt;Until I start to think&lt;br /&gt;That something's really wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out my window&lt;br /&gt;At the big blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Lazy sun shining and so I run outside&lt;br /&gt;To look for you&lt;br /&gt;I look for you&lt;br /&gt;And then it starts to rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am&lt;br /&gt;Is that the way it really is?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're just&lt;br /&gt;A picture in my head&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what if it could be &lt;br /&gt;The way I wish it really was&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't want to see it&lt;br /&gt;The way it really is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't want to see it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't want to see it&lt;br /&gt;The way it really is&lt;br /&gt;The way it really is&lt;br /&gt;The way it really is&lt;br /&gt;-Lisa Loeb &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-75415044?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75415044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75415044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75415044' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-75414623</id><published>2002-04-15T02:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-15T02:39:14.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate that I dwell on things. I said something today that really hurt a close friend of mine. I think everything is cool between us now, but I cannot seem to let it go. I feel so drained and empty inside. Even though I was not motivated by vengence or malice, I feel like shit. I wish I could just accept the fact that it happened, it is over, and all is good. But, I can't. I dwell on things I said, she said and what should NOT have been said. Just to think that at noon today all was good, until I fucked it up. Everything I do seems to be wrong lately. I don't say the right things, I don't do the right things and I don't think the right things. I have a way of turning everything into shit, even if I am not trying to. I always fuck up relationships and friendships. Last night,I had a brithday party for a friend at my apartment and I got to wondering in a few weeks, when it is my birthday, who is really going to notice. I will probably spend the day completely alone wothout anyone giving a shit about me. Can you tell that I have been really depressed lately. I am thinking about going to the health center to talk to a Dr about anti-depressants. But, maybe they won't work. Maybe I am a horrible person that no one could give a shit about - after all, I deserve it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-75414623?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75414623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75414623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75414623' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-75355771</id><published>2002-04-13T04:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-13T04:49:37.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daydreamings.com/disney" target="_blank" style="border: none"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.daydreamings.com/disney/small_jasmine.gif" width=300 height=80 alt="Disney Princesses" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which of the &lt;a href="http://www.daydreamings.com/disney" target="_blank"&gt;Disney Princesses&lt;/a&gt; are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You are one of the first Disney princesses to stand up for her rights as a woman. While you may NOT be a prize to be won, you are still quite the hottie, especially in that red harem girl outfit. Even when things may not seem the best at home, try to remember that running away from your problems solves little. You are easily tricked and manipulated, both by your enemies and people who love you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-75355771?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75355771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75355771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75355771' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-75315082</id><published>2002-04-12T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T01:27:05.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My First Friday Five:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;What is your favorite restaurant and why?&lt;/b&gt; Actually, I have many. But a few of my favs are Applebee's (great margaritas), Chili's (great fajitas), and any type of good steak place like damons or Lone Star. I can only think of one restauraunt I emphatically do not like and that is O'Charley's. The food is bad and over-priced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;What fast food restaurant are you partial to?&lt;/b&gt; McDonalds. I have loved them every since I was a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;What are your standards and rules for tipping?&lt;/b&gt; Well, it depends on my mood. On occasion, I have not left a tip at all. However, &lt;i&gt;depending on the service&lt;/i&gt; I leave between 10 and 15 percent. but if the service is &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;bad, no tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Do you usually order an appetizer and/or dessert?&lt;/b&gt; Depends on how hungry I am and where I am at. At Chili's I usually always get the skillet queso and at Lone Star the Cheese Fries. But, normally I do not get an appetizer at another restaurant. Sometimes, depending on the price and selection, I will get dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;What do you usually order to drink at a restaurant?&lt;/b&gt; Usually an Coke or Pepsi. Sometimes a Mountain Dew. And if I am at Applebee's, margaritas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-75315082?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75315082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75315082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75315082' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-75260961</id><published>2002-04-10T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T18:11:23.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is such a beautiful day outside! I have all the windows and my french doors open. Tonight might just be the night to hang out on my balcony. &lt;a href="http://shoegirl.blogspot.com"&gt;Jule&lt;/a&gt; and I both love my balcony - it isn't all that glamorous, but nonetheless fabulous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-75260961?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75260961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75260961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75260961' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-75240511</id><published>2002-04-10T06:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T06:11:14.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE WIDTH=300 BGCOLOR="#550000"&gt;&lt;COL&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://poisonedminds.com/tests/dic/Hussein.jpg" BORDER=0 WIDTH=280 HEIGHT=105&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Arial" SIZE=2 COLOR="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You managed to piss off western countries by killing innocent people to get you're hands on oil fields that don't belong to you! That's THEIR job, so a task force was sent to kick you up the backside. They succeeded, but you managed to make them look stupid when it was reviled that the American armed forces had somehow shot down four times as many missiles then you actually owned, and the UK was selling you guns and weapon parts while at war to use against them! So "daddy's little boy" is after you now. Considering what happened the last time, I bet you're &lt;I&gt;SO&lt;/I&gt; scared! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=1&gt;What tin-pot dictator are you? Take the &lt;A HREF="http://www.poisonedminds.com/tests/dic/"&gt;"What Dictator am I?"&lt;/A&gt; test at &lt;A HREF="http://www.poisonedminds.com"&gt;PoisonedMinds.com&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-75240511?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75240511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75240511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75240511' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-75198284</id><published>2002-04-09T04:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T04:44:22.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't sleep. I have ot register for fall classes at 8am. So, I am thinking about just staying up. Maybe I will finish my amazon wishlist so everyone knows what they can get me for my birthday....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-75198284?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75198284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75198284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75198284' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-75197567</id><published>2002-04-09T03:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T03:59:30.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>useless trivia... none in any specific order:&lt;br /&gt;Eight movies you'd watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1. Steel Magnolias&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleepless in Seattle&lt;br /&gt;3. Moulin Rouge&lt;br /&gt;4. Three to Tango&lt;br /&gt;5. Princess Diaries&lt;br /&gt;6. Jerry MaGuire&lt;br /&gt;7. Meet The Parents&lt;br /&gt;8. National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven albums that matter:&lt;br /&gt;1. Alanis Morisette - Jagged Little Pill&lt;br /&gt;2. Elton John - Love Songs&lt;br /&gt;3. Madonna - Greatest Hits, Vol. 2&lt;br /&gt;4. Jewel - This Way&lt;br /&gt;5. anything Billy Holiday&lt;br /&gt;6. Madonna - The Immaculate Collection&lt;br /&gt;7. Nirvana - nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six objects you touch every day:&lt;br /&gt;1. my glasses&lt;br /&gt;2. my watch&lt;br /&gt;3. keys&lt;br /&gt;4. laptop computer&lt;br /&gt;5. books&lt;br /&gt;6. telephone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you do every day:&lt;br /&gt;1. type&lt;br /&gt;2. read&lt;br /&gt;3. watch TV&lt;br /&gt;4. usually watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;5. talk to someone on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four bands/Artists you couldn't live without:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sarah McLachlan&lt;br /&gt;2. Alanis Morisette&lt;br /&gt;3. Rebecca St. James&lt;br /&gt;4. Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favorite songs at this moment:&lt;br /&gt;1. Till we run out of raod - Jewel&lt;br /&gt;2. Narcissus - Alanis Morisette&lt;br /&gt;3. Above All - Rebecca St. James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people that have influenced your life the most:&lt;br /&gt;1. My parents&lt;br /&gt;2. Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you could spend the rest of your life with:&lt;br /&gt;1. TV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-75197567?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75197567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75197567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75197567' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-75135828</id><published>2002-04-07T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-07T15:08:00.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it I get so excited when a movie I own comes on TV? I get so excited and I cannot miss it! All it would take is for me to hop up and trow it in the VCR or DVD, but no....I wait for it to come on television. Does anyone else understand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-75135828?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75135828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75135828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75135828' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-75135623</id><published>2002-04-07T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-07T14:57:59.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People, people, people.....some of us have lives ya know. I was at a conference in Bellfountaine, Ohio this weekend. By the way, there is NOTHING in Bellfountaine. Anyway, I had a great time, but I didn't get much sleep. I need to go to Sam's Club and get some stuff. However, I think I am just going to veg out and enjoy my apartment for a few hours! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Note: I had subway today. I love that place! Everyone must try the Southwest Steak and Cheese on the Astiago Cheese bread....it is amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-75135623?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75135623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/75135623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75135623' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-11445981</id><published>2002-04-04T03:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-04T03:42:18.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been working on the term paper from hell...and the most wonderful news of it all...I have 3 more to go....yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-11445981?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11445981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11445981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#11445981' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-11201043</id><published>2002-03-28T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T00:02:19.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I am so obsessed with this movie!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelcage.org/christian.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Christian, the penniless poet. You believe in truth, freedom, and beauty; and above all things, you believe in love. You're sensitive and emotional, but your heart is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.angelcage.org/mrtest.html"&gt;Which Moulin Rouge character are you&lt;/a&gt; Quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-11201043?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11201043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11201043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11201043' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-11200498</id><published>2002-03-27T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-27T23:46:49.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This makes me a little happier...I love ducks!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquid2k.com/buttered/duck.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquid2k.com/buttered/quizduckclassic.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the classic yellow squeeky toy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquid2k.com/buttered/duck.html" target="new"&gt;Find your inner rubber ducky.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-11200498?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11200498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11200498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11200498' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-11196615</id><published>2002-03-27T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-27T21:58:11.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;AAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so freakin' sick of being a woman! I am pms-ing like there is no tomorrow and I feel like an ovary just ruptured (there's some mental imagery for ya). I am bitchy as hell and I am sick of school. If I did not have a test tomorrow, I would just get in my van right now and drive the hell home! But, NO, I have to wait around this damn town another day! To make matters even worse, I had to go do freakin' research at the library tonight. I have a 10 page paper due next Wednesday - so there goes my weekend. Jule isn't freaking home, as usual, to talk to me. Someone call me and cheer me up...I am in a BAD mood! And people, comment on my damn page...everyone comments on Jule's and I get crap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-11196615?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11196615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11196615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11196615' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-11180275</id><published>2002-03-27T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-27T13:27:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another great poen from the poetry generator: (I am obsessed with that thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;tell me that you'll love me in the morning honey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the stream flows past us in the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;holiday candies&lt;br /&gt;roll down the hill&lt;br /&gt;tell me that you'll love me in the morning, honey&lt;br /&gt;gracefully&lt;br /&gt;no matter what your real opinion is&lt;br /&gt;we have no need to return&lt;br /&gt;taste my pain and follow me into the rain&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-11180275?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11180275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11180275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11180275' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-11157068</id><published>2002-03-26T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-26T21:01:46.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stomps.org/Quizzes/Friends/index.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://stomps.esmartweb.com/results-phoebe.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm Phoebe Buffay from Friends!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stomps.org/Quizzes/Friends/index.html" target="new"&gt;Take the Friends Quiz here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;created by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=stomps"&gt;&lt;img height="17" border="0" src="http://img.livejournal.com/userinfo.gif" align="absmiddle" width="17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/stomps/"&gt;stomps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-11157068?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11157068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11157068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11157068' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-11141454</id><published>2002-03-26T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-26T12:05:05.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That &lt;a href="http://www.techtv.com/callforhelp/freefile/story/0,24330,3376818,00.html"&gt;Poetry Generator&lt;/a&gt; was way too cool. Here are some of the results I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;and her relatives are very supportive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jule likes to drink&lt;br /&gt;and her relatives are very supportive&lt;br /&gt;a number of friends&lt;br /&gt;assume she should do something traditional&lt;br /&gt;but jule likes it this way&lt;br /&gt;before each meal she looks at the clock&lt;br /&gt;and is ready to try something new&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;chardowee flashes a fake smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though we follow you through the london tube&lt;br /&gt;love will abide&lt;br /&gt;for she cannot find me here&lt;br /&gt;my creditors are part of a conspiracy against me&lt;br /&gt;and nothing can be done about it&lt;br /&gt;chardowee flashes a fake smile&lt;br /&gt;apparently this is the way it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;she figures largely in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;she is desperate&lt;br /&gt;and sings like a thousand violins&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-11141454?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11141454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11141454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11141454' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-11124206</id><published>2002-03-25T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-26T10:34:21.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just busted a huge glass mixing bowl into a million pieces in my kitchen! And, I have had a splitting headache all day! Grr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-11124206?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11124206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11124206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11124206' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-11118077</id><published>2002-03-25T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-25T19:51:55.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is only 7:45 and it seems like it is 2 am. I have been in the 'ment all day long. I briefly left for about 20 minues in my attempt to go to class. In case ya haven't heard, Northwest Ohio is under a level 2 snow emergency. &lt;b&gt;All&lt;/b&gt; universities and community colleges in the area completely cancelled classes except for, you got it, BG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to drag myself to the shuttle stop in the midst of the blizzard. I was talking to this chick when I got there and found out that the roads were so bad the shuttle was only coming around about every half hour and we just missed it. I stood and chatted for a few minutes. I figured if I got to class and it had been cancelled by the prof, i was likely to manufacture a bomb and blow up the building (just kidding in case the FBI is reading). So, I turned around and went home. The chick I was talking to did the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow at the end of March sucks so bad!!! We have 4 inches and counting.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-11118077?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11118077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11118077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11118077' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-11114843</id><published>2002-03-25T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-25T18:15:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Thoughts about Meatloaf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my very first meatloaf for dinner tonight. I must say - it wasn't very bad. Very edible, but not nearly as good as Kim's. When I was a kid, my Mom used to make meatloaf constantly. However, she usually couldn't make them worth a damn. She would try adding weird things to it. Like one time she got a recipe for a sweet roll meatloaf...instead of crackers/bread crumbs, you add sweet rolls. It was nasty! My Dad couldn't even eat it! Then she had a bell pepper meatloaf that was gross...every week was part of an endless experimentation with meat. My Dad and I dreaded coming home for dinner. However, when I was about 10 we took a family vacation to Disney World. We didn't have a lot of money so instead of stopping to eat at restaurants all of the time we packed a cooler full of food. My Mom insisted on meatloaf sandwiches. My Dad and I did everything we could think of to try to talk her out of it, but she had made up her mind. As luck would have it, it was the best meatloaf that I have every had in my entire life. My Dad and I still raved about it for years. And now, I have joined the ranks...I have begun to make my own meatloaf. Everytime I see one I think about my Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-11114843?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11114843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11114843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11114843' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-11088727</id><published>2002-03-25T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-25T00:49:25.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Oscar Reactions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why in God's name did Jennifer Connelly wina best supporting actress oscar? A monkey in a dress could have played her role - she added nothing special to the part in the slightest. Whatever, something was rigged. An even bigger surprise, Denzel. I hate Russell Crowe with a passion. I hate his cockyness, his attitude and is demeanor. I think he is a pompous asshole who wants things his way and feels that he deserves special treatment because he is famous. I really did not want him to repeat a feat only Tom Hanks had done in the past :back-to-back Oscars. However, I swallowed up my hatred and accepted the fact that he deserved the award for his role in A Beautiful Mind. Denzel was good in Training Day, but he was equally as good in Philadelphia, Remember the Titans, Glory and a dozen other films. I was, however, pushing for Halle Berry. I heard some things she went through personally and I was hoping this would be a pinnacle for her. I am not as ignorant to say that the Academy just wanted to recognize black people, as others have said. Halle and Denzel worked hard for their awards, and the two were in no way related to the two. We never say something like that about white people, it is ignorant to say so about black folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron Howard got best director, yay! But A Beautiful Mind should not have gotten Best picture. I am disappointed that Moulin Rouge did not win more than it did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall big upsets: Denzel over Russel, Jennifer Connelly over anyone else nominated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and BTW, don't you just love Whoppi Goldberg. She is the best Oscar host ever. I'm not sure whyt they stopped going with her for a few years. Oh well, welcome back Whoppi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-11088727?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11088727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11088727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11088727' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-11065592</id><published>2002-03-24T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-24T09:42:26.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;IMAGINE GOING THROUGH LIFE AND NOT KNOWING THIS STUFF!!! &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Mosquito repellents don't repel. They hide you. The spray blocks the mosquito's sensors so they don't know you're there. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Dentists have recommended that a toothbrush be kept at least 6 feet away from a toilet to avoid airborne particles resulting from the flush. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. The liquid inside young coconuts can be used as substitute for blood plasma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No piece of paper can be folded in half more than 7 times. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. Donkeys kill more people annually than plane crashes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You burn more calories sleeping than you do watching television (uh huh..see Jule....)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. Oak trees do not produce acorns until they are fifty years of age or older. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8. The first product to have a bar code was Wrigley's gum. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. The king of hearts is the only king without a mustache. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. A Boeing 747's wingspan is longer than the Wright brother's first flight. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11. American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating 1 olive from each salad served in first-class. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12. Venus is the only planet that rotates clockwise. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13. Apples, not caffeine, are more efficient at waking you up in the morning. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14. The plastic things on the end of shoelaces are called aglets. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15. Most dust particles in your house are made from dead skin. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. The first owner of the Marlboro Company died of lung cancer. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17. Barbie's full name is Barbara Millicent Roberts. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. Michael Jordan makes more money from Nike annually than all of the Nike factory workers in Malaysia combined. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19. Marilyn Monroe had six toes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20. All US Presidents have worn glasses. Some just didn't like being seen wearing them in public. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21. Walt Disney was afraid of mice. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22. Pearls melt in vinegar. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23. Thirty-five percent of the people who use personal ads for dating are already married. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24. The three most valuable brand names on earth: Marlboro, Coca Cola, and Budweiser, in that order. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25. It is possible to lead a cow upstairs...but not downstairs. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26. A duck's quack doesn't echo and no one knows why. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;27. The reason firehouses have circular stairways is from the days when the engines were pulled by horses. The horses were stabled on the ground floor and figured out how to walk up straight staircases. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28. Richard Milhouse Nixon was the first US president whose name contains all the letters from the word "criminal." The second? William Jefferson Clinton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. And ... Turtles can breathe through their butts. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-11065592?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11065592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11065592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11065592' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-11050529</id><published>2002-03-23T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-23T19:25:34.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My take of the Oscars, if anyone cares.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;a href="http://www.abeautifulmind.com"&gt;A Beautiful Mind&lt;/a&gt; today. Russell Crowe was excellent! Even though I really do not like him, I would say that he more than deserves the "golden man" for this one - even more so than last year for Gladiator. (Personally, I though Tom Hanks - regardless of his previous 100 wins - deserved the Oscar for Cast Away) There is no desputing that this is Crowe's year, yet again. The only other best Actor nominee I saw in his nominated role was Denzel Washington in Training Day. Despite the fact that the movie was among the worst I have ever seen, he displays a powerful performance. However, I don't think it stands too far out from some of his other roles, such as in Remember the Titans or Philadelphia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, Crowe should have the Best Actor Oscar in the bag, A Beautiful mind should not win best picture - although it still might. The movie as a whole does not top thsi years Lord of The Rings: Fellowship of the Ring or Moulin Rouge. Personally, I am pushing for Moulin, however, the trophy will more than likely still go to A Beautiful Mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other nods: I am not really sure Jennifer Connelly is nominated for her role in ABM. Any actress could have played that role just as well if not better than she did - don't look for her to be accepting anything tomorrow night. In best actress, I am not sure. Look for Hallie Berry or Sissy Spacek. Redardless, of my love for &lt;a href="http://www.moulinrougemovie.com"&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/a&gt;, I do not like Nicole Kidman. Basically, I could care less if she won anything again in her career. On a more brighter note: look for Ron Howard for Best Director for ABM - he completely takes you into the comfusing and convincing world of a paranoid schizophrenic patient. Throughout the duration of the movie, you never once question the characters experiences. Audiences totally buy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the scoop - we shall see tomorrow night! Also don't forget, tune in next week to get the annual Oscar Night fashion review according to Chardowee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-11050529?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11050529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11050529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11050529' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-11036377</id><published>2002-03-23T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-23T07:19:56.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surprise, Surprise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/tests/drivers/drivers.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zenhex.com/tests/drivers/impatient.jpg" border="0" height="125" width="330"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out what kind of driver you are!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-11036377?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11036377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11036377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11036377' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-11004086</id><published>2002-03-22T06:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-22T06:35:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Weird Dreams, Tasty Breakfast!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the oddest dream last night. I dreamt that I was on a family vacation, but instead of driving, everyone was walking on the highway. Everyone on our side of the street was walking, but the other side of the street people were driving. Anyway, I had Alex, my dog, with me and for some reason he was not on a leash. Now, if you know my dog he has to be on a leash - he loves to run wild. Anyway, so I had like this little speaker around his collar and a microphone in my hand so I could talk to him if he got away. So, we are all walking along and all of a sudden Mr. Powell (a high school english teacher) was a highway patrolman - still on foot. So, he stopped all of us and confiscated my microphone. He said it would interfere with their radios. I smart mouthed him and told him that the microphone was expensive and he better give it back. He didn't and I complained. Anyway, by this time Alex was way over on the other side of the street. I yelled at him at the top of my lungs. He came running after me - while dodging cars. I was frantic. I ran after him to yell at him. When I got to him. He all of a sudden turned into Apollo Anton Ohno (olympic gold medalist speed skater). I kissed him and told him that I love him and he was my baby, like I always do, but this time he answered back and told me he loved me too and he would be more careful. Then, I woke up. What do you suppose that meant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got up and made Bacon and Eggs...yumm! I fell asleep at 7 pm last night and woke up at 5:45 this morning.....wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-11004086?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11004086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/11004086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11004086' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097239.post-10970578</id><published>2002-03-21T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-21T10:11:38.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Miss Cleo Actually Born in L.A., well, duh....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORT LAUDERDALE, Fla. (AP) - A birth certificate obtained by the state shows the woman marketed on cable television as Jamaican psychic Miss Cleo was actually born in Los Angeles, the daughter of American parents. &lt;br /&gt;Miss Cleo - Caribbean accent and colorful clothing aside - was born Youree Dell Harris on Aug. 13, 1962, in Los Angeles County Hospital, the document shows. Her parents were from California and Texas. &lt;br /&gt;The state has sued Harris challenging her to prove she really is a renowned shaman from Jamaica. At the same time, the state and Federal Trade Commission have sued two Fort Lauderdale companies - Access Resource Services Inc. and Psychic Readers Network - for fraud. The FTC says it acted after getting more than 2,000 complaints. &lt;br /&gt;``We sought this document because the company has gone to great lengths to say that Miss Cleo is a master shaman from Jamaica,'' David Aronberg, an assistant attorney general, told the South Florida Sun-Sentinel for a story Thursday. The newspaper used Florida's open records law to get a copy of the document from the state. &lt;br /&gt;Harris appears on national infomercials promising insights into love, money and other personal matters. &lt;br /&gt;Authorities allege the psychic service misrepresented costs, billed customers for services they never bought, harassed consumers with unwanted telemarketing calls and responded to complaints with threats and abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097239-10970578?l=chardowee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/10970578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097239/posts/default/10970578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chardowee.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10970578' title=''/><author><name>c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09315783479097724968</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></entry></feed>
