<?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-19669517</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:59:26.985-07:00</updated><category term='idiots'/><category term='large men with small dogs'/><title type='text'>the funny one</title><subtitle type='html'>My life in small town America. You think you know...but you have no idea.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</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>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-8584435408138383966</id><published>2008-09-08T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:09:33.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ECU vs WVU</title><content type='html'>I think this about says it all...&lt;br /&gt;Great game, great weekend! GO PIRATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f7Q3otkFIrA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f7Q3otkFIrA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-8584435408138383966?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/8584435408138383966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=8584435408138383966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/8584435408138383966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/8584435408138383966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2008/09/ecu-vs-wvu.html' title='ECU vs WVU'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-2695346635081779607</id><published>2008-08-29T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:19:41.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a Hokie anyways?</title><content type='html'>This weekend we will pile in the car and head to Charlotte to "Paint it Purple".&lt;br /&gt;ECU takes on Virginia Tech at Panthers stadium for the opening of what (we hope) to be a good season for the Pirates. Win or lose, im sure it will be a good game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe its already football season...where did summer go?&lt;br /&gt;This is however one of my favorite times of year...its usually busy with trips back and forth to Greenville for home games, but there is nothing like a ECU tailgate/game. Im glad I went to a college that has so much spirit, even if our team isn't always #1. It's always great to head back to Greenville and see friends from school and try to re-live the college days for a day.&lt;br /&gt;I will say while ECU might not be ranked #1 I think we are #1 is school spirit. I also think we tailgate better than any other school out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are going to the game, see you there...if not it will be on ESPN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO PIRATES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-2695346635081779607?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/2695346635081779607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=2695346635081779607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/2695346635081779607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/2695346635081779607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-hokie-anyways.html' title='What is a Hokie anyways?'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-8213064762948258265</id><published>2008-08-06T05:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T05:50:08.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/SJmd4RdL1AI/AAAAAAAAACY/-sD5fdCEX7w/s1600-h/hazel+and+tank+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231386032251589634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/SJmd4RdL1AI/AAAAAAAAACY/-sD5fdCEX7w/s320/hazel+and+tank+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/SJmdpC3AOQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XpnWpXwkric/s1600-h/hazel+and+tank+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231385770635311362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/SJmdpC3AOQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XpnWpXwkric/s320/hazel+and+tank+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Wednesday which means 3 more days before the beach. Im reallllllly looking forward to this vacation. Usually we go in June or July, but this year we waited till August, and Im tired of waiting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend we went to the wedding of Becca O'neill, now Becca Asseff. It was a lovely ceremony, and I forgot my camera so I don't have any pics to show off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did however have my camera when Hazel had her friend Tank over last week. The first is Hazel and Tank, the next is Hazel and Budge. Hazel slept till almost 10 the next day after Tanks visit!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill post pics when I get back from the beach!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-8213064762948258265?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/8213064762948258265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=8213064762948258265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/8213064762948258265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/8213064762948258265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2008/08/ready.html' title='Ready...'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/SJmd4RdL1AI/AAAAAAAAACY/-sD5fdCEX7w/s72-c/hazel+and+tank+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-9122922817867026761</id><published>2008-07-31T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T07:31:39.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geez...</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a little over forever! But here it is summer time (almost the end of summer time to be exact) and I am feeling in the mood to give a lil' update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding planning is going really well. I haven't really had too much stress with it at all--except the guest list. For all of you who have not done a guest list its much more like homework than fun. Its a hassle to say the least, and Im still freaking out that I have forgotten someone. But I can say that as of Tuesday I am finished! I emailed it off to my mother and that felt really good! Soon Save-the-Dates will be going out! Im excited for everyone to see them because I think they turned out really cute! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the summer has been one of the busiest on records. We have made a couple trips to my brothers mountain house, a trip to MD for a wedding, we had both Budges sister and brother with their significant others come visit. And Next week we are headed to Topsail. I can't remember a weekend where we weren't going somewhere or having company visit. This weekend we are headed to Charlotte for another wedding. All this stuff going on has really made the summer fly by. That is ok though-- because now FOOTBALL season is just right around the corner! I can hardley wait till the Pirates take the field of Panthers stadium in Charlotte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say our lives are busy right now--&lt;br /&gt;We are enjoying the wedding planning process, and still settleing into our new home. Come see us if you are in Raleigh! I promise to keep this blog more updated when I have something to say!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-9122922817867026761?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/9122922817867026761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=9122922817867026761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/9122922817867026761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/9122922817867026761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2008/07/geez.html' title='Geez...'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-7482340546186983080</id><published>2008-01-02T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T07:00:43.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peachy.</title><content type='html'>Well a new year is here!&lt;br /&gt;Before 2008 came I got a lovely suprise, Budge got down on one knee Christmas eve and asked me to marry him. So 2008 will definitly hold some wedding planning, but I think 2009 will be the actual year of the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;Also this 2008 me and Budge are moving into our new home. We will be homeowners in 2008. We close on our house January 30th...of course that could always get pushed back, but right now our fingers are crossed! The start of 2008 will be lots of packing. Luckily our new house is not too far from our old one so we can move gradually. Hopefully this will be the last move for a while...I hate packing and unpacking.&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited about the house, and the engagement...sometimes I feel the need to pinch myself that life is moving along so well. Im sure 2008 will have its share of ups and downs, but its starting off just peachy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-7482340546186983080?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/7482340546186983080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=7482340546186983080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/7482340546186983080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/7482340546186983080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2008/01/peachy.html' title='Peachy.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-4628244248322346054</id><published>2007-11-26T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T09:04:15.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Kick off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/R0r8fy_W_gI/AAAAAAAAABc/zIrV6blv_ms/s1600-h/hazel+christmas+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137195948163137026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/R0r8fy_W_gI/AAAAAAAAABc/zIrV6blv_ms/s320/hazel+christmas+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of my favorite times of the year...the air is getting chillier, everyone is putting up their Christmas decor, and Christmas carols are on the radio! I do love Christmas time. Yesterday we went and got our tree. It was odd because its the first time I have ever actually gone to get a live tree in all my 26 years. My brother was allergic, and we always had a fake one...which was always really pretty, but still...there is something about a real tree with that piney scent, that just makes the house feel like its Christmas time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend was the first weekend in I can't remember how long that I had nothing to do...and it was wonderful. I got the house cleaned, and fully converted to Christmas, and I caught up on all my DVR'd shows from the past few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend my ladies are coming over for a little Christmas party. Im trying to think of the perfect Christmas cocktail to serve, along with what cheeseball to make...decisions decisions. Im looking forward to some girl time, and seeing friends from out of town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend I also had a little time for a photo shoot with Hazel...enjoy her Christmas look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-4628244248322346054?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/4628244248322346054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=4628244248322346054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/4628244248322346054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/4628244248322346054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-kick-off.html' title='Christmas Kick off.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/R0r8fy_W_gI/AAAAAAAAABc/zIrV6blv_ms/s72-c/hazel+christmas+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-2253270789567858193</id><published>2007-11-05T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T12:59:25.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Where did October go? All of a sudden its chilly out, and I feel like we just got done with summer. Im not complaining though...I LOVE the colder weather...now If I only had time to organize my closet for a new season.&lt;br /&gt;Things have been super busy lately, and I was looking at my calender and as it stands now I don't have a free weekend until December 15th...in which case I have plans of doing nothing but watching tv on my couch.&lt;br /&gt;Right now my days are filled with the billboard biz, and each night I make the 50 minute trek to Farmville to direct Scrooge. The drive kills me, but as soon as I get there I realize why I agreed to it...the people are some of the nicest you will ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend me and BK are headed to Bmore for his sisters nuptiuals. Im looking forward to the festivities...especially the carousel, and irish coffees* before the reception!&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend Im jet setting off to Orlando to the marriage of my oldest, and dearest friend MP, I have known her since we were in 1st grade! Then its Thanksgiving with the Family in Charlotte, and that kind of wraps up November!&lt;br /&gt;Our house is coming a long faster than anyone could ever expect...the only thing positive to say about this drought is that construction definitly is right on schedule. So lots of stuff is keeping this girl busy in Eastern NC, and I can't wait till December 15th... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-2253270789567858193?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/2253270789567858193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=2253270789567858193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/2253270789567858193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/2253270789567858193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-3148364379653085912</id><published>2007-10-01T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T08:02:04.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridezillas</title><content type='html'>If you don't watch this show on the WE network, you are really missing out. Its one of my favorite things about Sunday nights. Think Jerry Springer meets a wedding. The people on this show are truly unbelievable. I really just didn't know people acted like this.&lt;br /&gt;Last nights episode was epecially trashy.&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure why I love that show so much, but I do. If you aren't watching it, you should...it won't disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;It comes on Sundays at 9! Enjoy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-3148364379653085912?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/3148364379653085912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=3148364379653085912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/3148364379653085912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/3148364379653085912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/10/bridezillas.html' title='Bridezillas'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-4890858351577013463</id><published>2007-09-21T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T13:52:37.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>diva-licious in hometown USA</title><content type='html'>Like I said in a previous post I am directing Scrooge again this year in Farmville NC. This is one of the cutest towns you might ever see. Every time I ride through its main street part of me is like..gosh I could live here, right beside Aunt Bee, and Andy Griffith.&lt;br /&gt;But even in small towns you come across some Divas. Or I think Divo is the masculine version of this.&lt;br /&gt;Last year we had a fabulous guy play the lead of Scrooge... he was very talented, had studied in London, performed all around the world...lets just say he was talented. At times talent gives people a big head. Well he shows up again this year, and reads at the audtion for Scrooge...now this year we had a really good crowd show up to audition, with a lot of talent. Another guy came and read for Scrooge, and was realllly good. So I cast the other guy as Scrooge, and the Scrooge from last year as Jacob Marley...also a very good role. And this is the email he sent me declining the part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the delay.&lt;br /&gt;I've put a lot of thinking into this decision.&lt;br /&gt;I came to audition this year mostly because people had asked me again and again if I was going to do Scrooge again. Not only my friends but people at the Farmville theater. I told them I probably would but that the director makes the decision who to cast.I think Leo will do a fabulous job with Scrooge.I would probably do a great job with the plum role of Marley but....My motivation for doing Scrooge again would have been to do it the way I had hoped to do it. I feel the short period of rehearsal was enough to get the basics but like you said a lot of the performance was still in my head and hadn't had enough time to breath the role into life. But you can't go home again, as they say.My desire to perform sometimes takes over against my better judgement. My wife has been giving me hints that she'd like me to stay home (not forever-don't make me make that decision, dear). And things at work just hit a rocky place.You don't plan on flying Marley do you? I would enjoy flying....I think you will have a great show, even without me. Good luck with all of it. I hope things will work out and we might get the chance to work together again on another project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling...im sorry we will not work together again. This is one of the most unprofessional things I think a person can do. To assume you have a role...well that makes an ass out of u and me...or really just you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-4890858351577013463?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/4890858351577013463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=4890858351577013463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/4890858351577013463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/4890858351577013463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/09/diva-licious-in-hometown-usa.html' title='diva-licious in hometown USA'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-8722230626355764812</id><published>2007-09-07T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T08:14:34.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exciting stuff</title><content type='html'>Lots of stuff is happening right now that I have to look forward to...&lt;br /&gt;Firstly me and Budge are signing the paperwork this evening on a house! We are super excited! We are building, so Im sure Ill have plenty of updates to share along the way!&lt;br /&gt;Also football season has started, and tommorow is the first ECU homegame. We are really pumped to see some friends we haven't seen in a while, and watch ECU beat Carolina!!!&lt;br /&gt;Im directing Scrooge again this winter, and had my first production meeting with my staff the other night. With work its hard to get to do theatre sometimes, so I am really looking forward to directing Scrooge again, and dipping my feet into the theatre world for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;Fall is almost here, and thats my favorite season. Budge and I have a super busy fall with his sisters upcoming nuptials, and I am in a friends wedding in November also. Not to mention we have season tickets to all the homegames in Greenville. We are trying to make it to every one!&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, busy and good. Ill keep you posted on the new digs, and all the other stuff going on this fall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-8722230626355764812?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/8722230626355764812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=8722230626355764812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/8722230626355764812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/8722230626355764812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/09/exciting-stuff.html' title='exciting stuff'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-528432739331777487</id><published>2007-08-13T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T09:02:20.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is this a sign im getting old?</title><content type='html'>Saturday, me and BK and some others attended The Allman Brothers concert in Raleigh. It was last minute planning, but we went, and had a pretty good time except it was a little on the hot side, but nowhere near as hot as it has been lately, for that we were lucky. If you stood in the same place, and didn't move around a lot then it was rather pleasant. But heres my issue...&lt;br /&gt;When you drink beer you have to use the bathroom....a lot. Especially when the only beer they are serving comes in 22 oz cans, and in order for it not to get hot, you have to keep a steady pace of drinking. Therefore you drink, then you have to go to the bathroom. At Walnut creek the pavilion we were at the bathrooms were not far, but they were by no means close. First you had to walk up the hill to get to the sidewalk. Follow the sidewalk around, and go down a couple sets of stairs. At that point you walked to the restroom, and then waited in line. At which point it was almost an emergency situation till a bathroom was free. After doing your business you had to wait back in line for a beer, climb the 100 stairs back, and then weave around the lawn to find your place. By this point you stand for a few minutes, and then have to do that whole process all over again. I feel like throughout the whole concert I was just listening to the music on my way back and forth to the bathroom. The majority of my time was spent standing in line at the bathroom or the beer stand. Honestly I don't really remember watching much of the band.&lt;br /&gt;So I just wonder how in the past I was able to actually catch concerts, without the steady trips to the bathroom, and I am wondering if this means that as I age my bladder is getting smaller, or my ability to hold it is weakening. Or were we just really freaking far away from the bathroom? If it is an age issue is this what I am to expect from outdoor concerts from here on out? Because that is really sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-528432739331777487?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/528432739331777487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=528432739331777487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/528432739331777487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/528432739331777487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/08/is-this-sign-im-getting-old.html' title='is this a sign im getting old?'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-2877050426001687522</id><published>2007-08-06T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T08:40:11.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 6th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/RrdA1HP7uBI/AAAAAAAAABU/xj1eWRkesv0/s1600-h/IMG_0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095612784616126482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/RrdA1HP7uBI/AAAAAAAAABU/xj1eWRkesv0/s320/IMG_0924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/RrdAbHP7uAI/AAAAAAAAABM/zMykzwRFMkM/s1600-h/IMG_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095612337939527682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/RrdAbHP7uAI/AAAAAAAAABM/zMykzwRFMkM/s320/IMG_0895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/Rrc_-nP7t_I/AAAAAAAAABE/Vnl72jTxgZ4/s1600-h/IMG_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095611848313255922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/Rrc_-nP7t_I/AAAAAAAAABE/Vnl72jTxgZ4/s320/IMG_0782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/Rrc-oHP7t-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/kGOxIJCd2s8/s1600-h/IMG_0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095610362254571490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/Rrc-oHP7t-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/kGOxIJCd2s8/s320/IMG_0818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it is already August 6th. This summer has whizzed on by, I guess because I have been a busy little bee. Between work, and weekend vacations July seemed to go by at warp speed. There was the week long beach trip, a trip to NYC, a trip to Charlotte to visit the fam, and that was July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend was one of the first weekends in a while that me and BK were home for the entire weekend. It was great. I cleaned, and cooked. We had people over Saturday evening, and we even had a play date for Hazel....her brother Dixon came to stay for the weekend. Its always nice to slow things down a bit, and have a lazy weekend here and there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am ready for fall to get here...and football season to start. First home game is Sept. 8th...I think, and apparently the pirates are looking good this season.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heres some pics from July. Enjoy...and I promise to be a better blogger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Every year before football season there are some die-hard ECU fans that say "this is the year" and "the team is really looking good" and i always believe them, and by the end of the season people say things like..."well we had a really tough schedule" or "well you know we are in a rebuilding year" I just hope this year we really are decent...atleast let us beat NC State, and Carolina is that too much to ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-2877050426001687522?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/2877050426001687522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=2877050426001687522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/2877050426001687522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/2877050426001687522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/08/august-6th.html' title='August 6th'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/RrdA1HP7uBI/AAAAAAAAABU/xj1eWRkesv0/s72-c/IMG_0924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-5021164074363950724</id><published>2007-06-28T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T05:54:05.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the most wonderful time of the year...</title><content type='html'>not christmas, but the annual trip to topsail beach. we leave tommorow, and this girl couldn't be more ready. a whole week with nothing to worry about except which cocktail to enjoy on the beach, or spf 15, or 30. a whole week of no telephone calls, no checking emails, and my blackberry off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today can't go by fast enough...tommorow will be a long day too, but saturday i will be the first one on that beach, and maybe the last one off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-5021164074363950724?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/5021164074363950724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=5021164074363950724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/5021164074363950724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/5021164074363950724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='it&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year...'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-1973708137065367541</id><published>2007-06-26T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:49:56.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ever since the baby came...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/RoELQ3JZU7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/j5XWok53F1Y/s1600-h/IMG_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080354238959801266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/RoELQ3JZU7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/j5XWok53F1Y/s320/IMG_0669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby meaning hazel of course...sleep at our house has been a foreign thing. she likes to wake up at various intervals through the night. Then she likes to get up for good right around 6 am. Now during the week this isn't so bad. We have to get up early for work anyway. But on the weekend it would be nice to sleep in a little. But nope...Hazel had us up at 6 am sharp both Saturday and Sunday. BK took the Saturday shift, and I the Sunday. So atleast we got to sleep one day. Having a puppy is fun, shes cute, and playful, and there are a lot of ooohhhs and awwws everywhere we go. That being said I am ready for her to grow up a bit, or atleast learn the fine points of sleeping in on the weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-1973708137065367541?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/1973708137065367541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=1973708137065367541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/1973708137065367541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/1973708137065367541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/06/ever-since-baby-came.html' title='ever since the baby came...'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/RoELQ3JZU7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/j5XWok53F1Y/s72-c/IMG_0669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-8605790007282678635</id><published>2007-06-19T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T06:51:34.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tv is crap</title><content type='html'>last night me and BK watched wife swap...a re-run. don't get me wrong. something about the disfunctionality (not sure if thats a word) makes this show interesting. then after the wives swapped there was a show called...X's, or something like that. X's hosted by Shar Jackson, Marla Maples, and a red haired girl give women and men who have had divorces a chance to "get even" and find themselves again after the divorce. Last night the woman on the show found out her husband had been cheating on her with another woman...gasp. It was pretty sad. My thing was why would you take advice from Marla Maples who at one time in her life was "the other woman"? Also I find it interesting tat Shar Jackson is on that show...the only thing she is famous for is being with Kevin Federline, that in itself doesn't make fame...it kind of makes shame, well...in my book. And who is that red headed lady that is the third host?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is this...tv and reality tv has gone to crap. Summer is officially here, nobody cares about sweeps. They just basically play whatever they feel like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-8605790007282678635?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/8605790007282678635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=8605790007282678635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/8605790007282678635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/8605790007282678635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/06/tv-is-crap.html' title='tv is crap'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-7261741479021266534</id><published>2007-06-14T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T09:25:16.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where did all the bravo go?</title><content type='html'>Last night I was very excited, because while evening television has been awful lately, i was really looking forward to the season premiere of Top Chef. I was all set to DVR, and began searching and searching to find the channel. And it was nowhere to be found. Time Warner cable doesn't offer the Bravo channel. I don't get it. I get 6 MTV's but not even one Bravo. I can watch ESPN in 10 different languages if I wanted to, but I can't catch my favorite tv shows. So I called Time Warner just hoping maybe it was a mistake, and nope it was no mistake. Bravo isn't available in Raleigh, Durham, Chapel Hill, etc. It just makes me wonder. If I get every other channel then why am I lacking Bravo? Does it have anything to do with their programming and the fact that they feature people, and television that some A$$holes in this bible belt im living in don't agree with? Or am I jumping to conclusions??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason may be has really put a dent into my summer tv watching. I love Top Chef, and Kathy Griffin my life on the D list. And don't get me started about Project Runway. I still haven't really come to terms that I might be missing that show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-7261741479021266534?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/7261741479021266534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=7261741479021266534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/7261741479021266534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/7261741479021266534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/06/where-did-all-bravo-go.html' title='where did all the bravo go?'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-5256185109309393551</id><published>2007-06-11T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T06:31:43.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get it...</title><content type='html'>If you watch Sopranos then you know last night was the series finale. I had figured it would go out with a bang...pun INtended. But it was rather anti-clamactic. I wonder who picked the ending that they used. Can anyone shed any light onto what it meant? The only thing I got from it was that some things never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to hear others takes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-5256185109309393551?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/5256185109309393551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=5256185109309393551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/5256185109309393551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/5256185109309393551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I don&apos;t get it...'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-6813868440007314352</id><published>2007-06-11T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T06:27:35.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>corina's catch up</title><content type='html'>So its been a minute...&lt;br /&gt;Heres whats going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;Me and BK just got a puppy. She and English Bulldog, and her name is Hazel, short for Hazelnut. And she is a love...and also the laziest dog I have ever met. She enjoys lounging on the couch, and usually only gets up when there is food served, or she needs a bathroom break.  I have tons of pictures, but I got a new computer, and the old computer (which was stolen) got stolen with the software for my camera. So right now I have tons of pics, but no way to load them to my computer. But I am ordering the software, and will load them ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I am enjoying the warm summer weather. Counting down the days till the beach trip. And working working working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures soon to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-6813868440007314352?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/6813868440007314352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=6813868440007314352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/6813868440007314352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/6813868440007314352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/06/corinas-catch-up.html' title='corina&apos;s catch up'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-5991382692563397296</id><published>2007-05-16T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T10:05:46.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='large men with small dogs'/><title type='text'>its just ironic...thats all</title><content type='html'>This morning I had a meeting with a guy at 9:30. I get there right on time, and the guy a large man of about 250-300 lbs greets me. He owns a grading, and demolition business. In my business I have met a lot of (mostly men) who are in the grading business, and for the most part they are all large men, in their mid 50's with a gigantic office, with stuffed animals on the walls...no not stuffed teddy bears, but 9 point deer heads, or large blue marlins. These men are usually very nice, and they usually (for some reason) really like me. I guess I appeal to large middle aged country men. Anyways...the guy I met with today was really nice, even took me on a ride in his brand new F250...which, let me tell you was the highlight of my morning. But the funniest thing about this guy, as gruff and manly as he was...deer heads, gun racks and all...when I walked in and back to his office, he asked me if I liked dogs. I of course love dogs, and have no problem with them. He said that he kept his dog "Tootsie" in his office, because he wasn't sure how some people react. I told him it was no problem. I just knew that beyond that door was going to be a old 100 lb black lab, or maybe golden retriever, but as he opened the door a tiny little chiahaha ran out. Seriously the thing was probably only a 1lb. I don't know what was funnier...the fact that he thought I might be afraid of this tiny dog, or the fact that this large lumberjack of a man was toting around a dog, just like Paris Hiltons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-5991382692563397296?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/5991382692563397296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=5991382692563397296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/5991382692563397296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/5991382692563397296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-just-ironicthats-all.html' title='its just ironic...thats all'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-958531280004348066</id><published>2007-05-02T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T13:35:00.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots'/><title type='text'>are you really this stupid, or is there a hidden camera?</title><content type='html'>here is the deal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sign your name to a contract you should ALWAYS read the fine print. Otherwise you will end up like Bill* at Smith and Company Used Cars** who assumed that if he signed the 12 month billboard contract, he could just call (one month later) and tell me "he changed his mind", and "doesn't want it anymore". I wonder if he really thought that I would be like...."sure Bill*, no problem, i will just rip up this contract, and we can pretend we never met, thanks for calling!" Because that ain't how things work. I think tommorow Im going to go to his car lot, test drive a ford focus or something, and get all the paperwork filled out, then just as im stepping out the door with my new car keys in hand im gonna yell "SYKE!" Then im going to go up to him and shake him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bill is not his real name.&lt;br /&gt;**And he doesn't work for Smith and Co.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-958531280004348066?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/958531280004348066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=958531280004348066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/958531280004348066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/958531280004348066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/05/are-you-really-this-stupid-or-is-there.html' title='are you really this stupid, or is there a hidden camera?'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-8658676607202037723</id><published>2007-04-25T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T06:03:11.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>better late than never i always say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/Ri9QqlaYGGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/h_JOWfc5cPU/s1600-h/IMG_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057349599087827042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/Ri9QqlaYGGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/h_JOWfc5cPU/s320/IMG_0331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/Ri9QBVaYGFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/n5P5I-B-Los/s1600-h/IMG_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057348890418223186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/Ri9QBVaYGFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/n5P5I-B-Los/s320/IMG_0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/Ri9PsVaYGEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BhjWO_PdD7g/s1600-h/IMG_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057348529640970306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/Ri9PsVaYGEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BhjWO_PdD7g/s320/IMG_0339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/Ri9PfFaYGDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IyiBhyX-q6A/s1600-h/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057348302007703602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/Ri9PfFaYGDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IyiBhyX-q6A/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/Ri9PN1aYGCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AgSJpxVA9zg/s1600-h/IMG_0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057348005654960162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/Ri9PN1aYGCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AgSJpxVA9zg/s320/IMG_0341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally forgot to post pics of the le divorce part-e/St. Pattys day extravaganza...sorry about that. And in case you didn't know that I got a divorce, don't worry it was amicable, and we are still friends.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*After living together for 7 years me and SP were married by common law, thus the divorce party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-8658676607202037723?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/8658676607202037723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=8658676607202037723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/8658676607202037723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/8658676607202037723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/04/better-late-than-never-i-always-say.html' title='better late than never i always say'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_XA11WISWk/Ri9QqlaYGGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/h_JOWfc5cPU/s72-c/IMG_0331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-4131175801372871248</id><published>2007-04-24T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:29:32.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give me three steps...to the left to the left</title><content type='html'>this weekend starts the kick off to Corina's summer of concerts. I didn't get to a single concert last year, and I am planning on making up for that this year.  So far Im seeing three shows and all three couldn't be more different. This weekend will be a varitable mullet, and tank top fest at Lynard Skynard, and Hank Williams Jr.  Im excited about this concert because there is a big group of us going, and it will be a good time. Only drawback is that its indoors. It seems like Skynard, and Hank wouldn't do indoor shows. But we will see how it goes.  Then last week I just got tickets (second row tickets now less) to Beyonce. Laugh if you will, or get jealous. This will be an awesome concert. And I can't wait till July 28th. Im also heading to NYC to see Dispatch in July. It will be my first time seeing them, and my first time in Madison Square Garden.  So three concerts to look forward to and I am open to suggestions as to more concerts to see.  Lets go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-4131175801372871248?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/4131175801372871248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=4131175801372871248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/4131175801372871248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/4131175801372871248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/04/give-me-three-stepsto-left-to-left.html' title='give me three steps...to the left to the left'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-1719867047370030108</id><published>2007-04-13T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T05:43:38.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shock jocks make me sick</title><content type='html'>but what makes me sicker is that they won't let this issue go.&lt;br /&gt;Don Imus is an idiot. He is the kind of radio announcer I deplore. Howard Stern, Lex and Terry, they all drive me insane. On my morning commute the last thing I want to listen to is someone berating someone else because of size, appearance, ethnicity, or even handicap. I know people who think this is funny, but I really don't. I like morning radio to play music. And every now and again break in with news stories, traffic updates, and weather. Lets be honest these shock jocks are all fairly...I am sorry extremely unnattractive men (perhaps there are some women out there too) who for whatever grace of God landed their own talk show, which they use as a platform to make them feel better about their own shortcomings. I mean honestly where does Don Imus get off? He is one of the most unnattractive men I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that being said...&lt;br /&gt;The Rutgers womens basketball team did an extrodinary thing...being the underdogs they truly rose to the occassion to take the win, and become the National Champions. That can not be taken away by what some crotchety old man said on his morning talk show. The words sticks and stones keep running through my head because it was just words. One mans words, and while they were in true dis-taste who cares what he has to say. Don't listen to him, turn off the radio, turn off the tv. Who made him the gospel for what all whites think, and believe...because I guarentee you the times I have heard his broadcast I have immediatly changed the channel. I just hate to think that your achievements are still week after the incident are being overlooked, and Don Imus is still at the center of it.  Don't let his idiocracy negate anything you did on that court that day. Go out, have a beer, and celebrate. That is what you deserve. To celebrate victory of the game you played, and played well. Not a victory of some man being fired, or getting to go on Oprah. Celebrate your woman hood, and the fact that you kicked ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-1719867047370030108?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/1719867047370030108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=1719867047370030108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/1719867047370030108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/1719867047370030108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/04/shock-jocks-make-me-sick.html' title='shock jocks make me sick'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-117640991150127989</id><published>2007-04-12T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T13:31:51.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...I have been a bad blogger.</title><content type='html'>Yeah I know...I suck at blogging lately. But its not because I don't want to. Its just that every time I think of something its usually late at night right before bed, and the last thing I want to do is crawl out of bed and blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I promise to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot to blog about...I now live with a boy. Me and BK are finally together. And things are wonderful. It feels so comfortable. We have a new little house, in a cute little neighborhood, and things are just going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going well. I love my job, and love the people I work for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are just good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this one was short, but I will try and be a better blogger. Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-117640991150127989?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/117640991150127989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=117640991150127989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/117640991150127989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/117640991150127989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/04/sorryi-have-been-bad-blogger.html' title='Sorry...I have been a bad blogger.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-117209380018076952</id><published>2007-02-21T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:36:40.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am so over you winter.</title><content type='html'>So today was one of those days where you get a hint of whats to come in the spring. the air was light, it was a breezy 65 degrees, my car windows were down, and i thought...im so over the cold weather. im so ready for flip flops, and boat drinks...for my face to be kissed with the rays from the sun. im tired of my skin being flakey and dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like this at the end of every season...you just get over it. you get over the clothing, over the hassle of defrosting your car in the morning, or freezing your butt of when you go anywhere. the layering and layering of clothing, at times i work up a sweat just dressing. and you know what i have yet to find a cocktail that suits me in the winter. in the summer you have a plethora of fun cocktails...margaritas, mojitos, pina coladas, daquiris, mai tais...it just loses something drinking a margarita with a scarf and jacket on. don't think i don't still do it, but still there is a priciple behind these things. so i have been drinking a lot of wine in winter, and wine is great, but boat drinks...well im just a boat drink kind of gal.  anyways im just ready for summer. not necessarilly for the 105 degree days with 100% humidity, but those first few days of summer where the nights are still cool, and the days are sunny, and bright.  where the days follow with a loud thunder storm, and the weekends are spent driving the cooler up to the pool for a day of lounging with a great book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the groundhog did not see his shadow so i think that means spring is right around the corner...i hope that ground hog is right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-117209380018076952?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/117209380018076952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=117209380018076952' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/117209380018076952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/117209380018076952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-so-over-you-winter.html' title='i am so over you winter.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-117154775385110067</id><published>2007-02-15T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T05:55:53.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ski Pics, yo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1951/1600/749739/IMG_0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1951/320/734069/IMG_0200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1951/1600/217472/IMG_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1951/320/412411/IMG_0203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1951/1600/785387/IMG_0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4043/1951/320/785904/IMG_0215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some shots from last weekends trip to Snowshoe.&lt;br /&gt;There are not a lot of pics. It was too cold to take pictures. But a fabulous time was had by all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-117154775385110067?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/117154775385110067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=117154775385110067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/117154775385110067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/117154775385110067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/02/ski-pics-yo.html' title='Ski Pics, yo.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-117146920873140942</id><published>2007-02-14T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T08:06:48.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentines</title><content type='html'>Every Valentines I have my own little tradition of going to Bojangles, and getting a biscuit. For those of you who don't know on Valentines the biscuits are heart shaped, and I personally think that is ADORABLE. I am a sucker for this holiday...I love all the lovey dovey hearts, the heart shaped boxes of chocolate, and I what girl doesn't like flowers?? So needless to say even heart shaped biscuits make me smile. Unfortunatly my biscuit this morning was just a boring round one. Delicious, but round. It made me a bit sad. I will probably be sending Bojangles a letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-117146920873140942?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/117146920873140942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=117146920873140942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/117146920873140942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/117146920873140942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines.html' title='valentines'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-117009401965426944</id><published>2007-01-29T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T10:07:01.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Award for Friendliest Town in NC Goes to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;SANFORD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;On Friday morning I was on my way to Southern Pines NC. For those of you who don't know where that is it is way way far away. Anyways I was plugging along and all of a sudden I hear a loud rucus outside..I rolled down my window and the noise became louder. I pulled over and sure enough I had a big fat flat tire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;No sooner had a pulled over and popped my trunk to begin working on changing the flat a nice man pulled over. He jumped right out of his truck, and began changing my tire. As if that were not helpful enough he then took me up the street to a tire place to get a new tire, and he even waited with me to make sure I got treated right. Not only was he such a nice guy, but the people at the tire place were also really really friendly. They searched a pile of tires and found me a used one to get me home safe. $25.00 and a couple of hours later I was on my way to make sales calls. Thanks man who helped me with my tire (James), and also thank you to the good men at Mitchells tires in Sanford for "hooking it up" with service!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-117009401965426944?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/117009401965426944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=117009401965426944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/117009401965426944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/117009401965426944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-award-for-friendliest-town-in-nc.html' title='And the Award for Friendliest Town in NC Goes to...'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-116947471680101194</id><published>2007-01-22T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T06:05:16.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>same old same old.</title><content type='html'>There are not a lot of things to do in Gville NC on a Saturday evening. So we pretty much get stuck in the same old routine of going dowtown to a small bar called 519. A bar in which we have been frequenting for the past 4 years. Literally we sit in the same seats, chit chat with same bartenders, order from the same $2 domestic special, and sing along to the same bar songs. It is rather monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However monotonous it might be we find little ways to entertain ourselves while saddled up to the bar. And the most entertaining thing to do is people watch. You see our seats that we always sit in are right at the front of the bar, within a stones throw from the door where passer-bys must show proper ID to get in...or atleast proper enough ID to get in for over 21. And it is here where we see the most interesting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, and depressingly these people are much younger than us. Most of them have just turned 21, and some are scooting past the bouncer with an average fake ID from an older sibling. But this younger crowd has quite a different take on what should be worn downtown. Last weekend was below freezing and yet these girls were waltzing into the bar wearing backless shirts. And what is more astonishing is that in the dead of winter these ladies are more tan than I am in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is a whole other phenomenon that only happens in the month right after Christmas. It is the gift card phenomenon. You see I have a theory that all these girls ask for gift cards for Christmas, and then after the holidays they rush out to buy the trendiest outfits, and accesories they can find. They buy 10 new things and wear every single one of them at the same time.  From headbands, to wide belts, to huge earrings, they are decked out. Which is ok...I mean I am all for expressing yourself with an outfit, but there is a point when enough is enough. Take off one bauble...lose the faux-hawk pony tail, and remember that while Greenville might be nicknamed "Gvegas" it is nowhere near ready for the types of fashion that you guys are pulling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while life in Greenville on the weekends can get rather like clockwork, the people watching never fails to impress...err...astonish...errr....make it worth the effort to go out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-116947471680101194?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/116947471680101194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=116947471680101194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116947471680101194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116947471680101194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/01/same-old-same-old.html' title='same old same old.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-116898222115823873</id><published>2007-01-16T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T13:17:01.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>decisions decisions...</title><content type='html'>last nights tv was so good that my remote control was constantly in hand switching between The Golden Globes, 24, and even when the latter were both in commercial Wife Swap. It was 24 that eventually won out, and kept my focus for the longest amount of time, and during the commercials I would tune into the Globes just to see what people were wearing, and to see if they would cut to Angelina Jolie looking angry...did anyone else think she looked angry last night...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It was so weird because while I was flipping back and forth between the awards show and 24 Jack Bauer was on both programs. I couldn't help but wonder if while he was sitting there and not winning an award he was thinking..."you know I might not win a golden globe but i am kicking some ass on Fox right now". Jack Bauer is so cool.  I wonder if Keifer thinks Jack Bauer is cool. Although it was pretty uncool how that nuclear bomb went off...we won't hold that against you Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways if you aren't watching 24 you should...rent the first season, take a rainy weekend and watch it strait thru...you can thank me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you didn't catch the Globes heres my pic for best and worst dressed...see all of them here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/index.jsp"&gt;http://www.eonline.com/index.jsp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Female&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Crow &amp; Hillary Swank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Female:&lt;br /&gt;A tie between those desperate ladies Eva, and Nicolette seriously they looked like prom-goers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Male:&lt;br /&gt;Patrick McDreamy Dempsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Male:&lt;br /&gt;Clint Eastwood...what were you thinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-116898222115823873?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/116898222115823873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=116898222115823873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116898222115823873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116898222115823873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/01/decisions-decisions.html' title='decisions decisions...'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-116845322158152844</id><published>2007-01-10T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:20:21.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im not going to eat the pie.</title><content type='html'>yeah...it's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-116845322158152844?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/116845322158152844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=116845322158152844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116845322158152844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116845322158152844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-not-going-to-eat-pie.html' title='im not going to eat the pie.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-116845294557007693</id><published>2007-01-10T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:15:45.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how many points is that??</title><content type='html'>Someone brought in an apple pie today for my bosses birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they had never told me it was here.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**FYI me and SP started weight watchers...today is day four, and so far so good...well, until that pie came around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-116845294557007693?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/116845294557007693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=116845294557007693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116845294557007693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116845294557007693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-many-points-is-that.html' title='how many points is that??'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-116843684704924297</id><published>2007-01-10T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T05:47:27.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so far so good.</title><content type='html'>So far I am really enjoying my new job. Today marks one full week of work for me. It is a lot different from working out of my home...there are plus', and minus' as with anything. Like when you work at home you don't really have to get up, and get ready...you can take your time. Since nobody sees you it is ok to check your email in your pajamas.  I couldn't get away with that here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice being around people in the office. My new office has some really friendly people. And its nice to have someone to talk to about things like the weather around the water cooler...and yes...we really do have a water cooler.  The women in the office work at all different areas, and instead of walking to talk to one another they just kind of yell. It is funny to me, because where as when I worked from home I kept the tv going to have some background noise, now I just kind of listen to them.  They mostly gossip about people I have never heard of, but sometimes its better than a morning talk show. And my favorite part about my new office is something that might seem a little strange, but at any rate i love it. At work my two bosses both have dogs. So everyday at work there are 4 boston terriers running around, and they are cutie pies who think they run the place. I will be sitting in my office, and they come check in on me, kind of glance over my desk then they are on there way. They all 4 look the same so I have yet to really know which is which. They make me laugh...and I wonder if they think they work here too...I mean they are here everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will have more stories to share of my new job, and life in Selma NC (where my office is) And again once I get my camera up and running I might even have pictures to share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-116843684704924297?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/116843684704924297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=116843684704924297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116843684704924297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116843684704924297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-far-so-good.html' title='so far so good.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-116809912028769002</id><published>2007-01-06T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T07:58:40.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im baaaaaack!</title><content type='html'>Well after a whirlwind that was Dec. I am finally back, and ready to blog myself right on thru 2007. So much to tell and catch up on, but for now I will just give the highlights....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was wonderful, I had a nice long visit with the fam. Highlights included spending time with my adorable nephew, seeing old friends at the Red Barons bday, watching almost the entire season of 90210 with my sister in law, and bro, and of course the new tradition of playing balderdash on christmas night with the fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years was a blast, we all rendevoused in Richmond VA for a Mans club/ WoCo good time. Stayed at the Omni, and were a stones throw from all the great bars. It was fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my new job...I am still selling billboards, but with a new company that is based just outside of Raleigh. So far so good...the people are nice, the commute is a bitch, but other than that I am really enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the holiday over, and the new year upon us I have been a bit busy, but don't worry Ill fill everyone in on what is happening from time to time. And I will post pictures ASAP....I got a new digital camera for christmas, and in attempting to install the software on my computer I have realized that my CD rom has "gone bad" or atleast thats what my brother the computer wiz has told me. So when he fixes it Ill be posting pics from Christmas, new years, and whatever I take pics of between now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2007!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-116809912028769002?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/116809912028769002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=116809912028769002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116809912028769002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116809912028769002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-baaaaaack.html' title='im baaaaaack!'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-116654433696512574</id><published>2006-12-19T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T08:05:36.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i regret to inform</title><content type='html'>I need to set the record strait, because I have been bombarded by emails, and questions as to whether or not I won the christmas porch decorating contest....ok well really only one person asked me about it, but at any rate I should come clean with how this whole thing played out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't enter. After all that talk of beating the pants off of others, and winning the $500. I didn't even enter. And there were a few reasons. First of all I had planned on last Saturday spending most of the day decorating the porch, and shopping for the necessary decorations. Well last Saturday actually ended up turning into a christmas shopping saturday, and by the time I got home after being amongst the hoards of people in the mall, and target I had no energy to really let my creative juices flow out onto the porch. So I put it off, and put it off, until I started seeing other porches being decorated, and then I saw how detailed these people were getting, and I just hung it up. My passion was gone, and no matter how hard i tried I couldn't get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it would have been nice to win the top prize, but it just didn't happen. Not this time. Thanks for everyone for rooting me on...or nevermind, because no one really rooted at all. But if after reading my blog about the porch contest you ever thought "i hope she wins" then thanks...and if you could care less, well then your just like my roomate who never really got into either contests, even with the cash prize dangling in front of her nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there will be more porch contests...or there might not be...either way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-116654433696512574?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/116654433696512574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=116654433696512574' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116654433696512574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116654433696512574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-regret-to-inform.html' title='i regret to inform'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-116550545004984729</id><published>2006-12-07T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T07:30:50.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So yeah, I am a bit competitive.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so back in the summer my apt. complex hosted a contest which you were to decorate your porch....first prize being $500. Well loving to decorate, and also loving $500 dollars I was in. I planted flowers, bought rugs, even re-painted the "bench". It looked adorable...tasteful, and adorable. But I didn't win, I didn't even get a runner up $50. And to be quite honest...it pissed me off. It still kind of pisses me off. Because my design was tasteful, and pretty. I feel like I should have atleast gotten a little recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now is my chance. My apt. complex is hosting a Christmas porch decorating contest, and I am entering. First prize once again being $500. I have already seen some of the other porches that I am competing against, and as far as I can tell I have a pretty good shot. If you have ever seen my parents house at Christmas you will know that Christmas decorating runs in my blood. I will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-116550545004984729?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/116550545004984729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=116550545004984729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116550545004984729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116550545004984729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-yeah-i-am-bit-competitive.html' title='So yeah, I am a bit competitive.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-116524955931353073</id><published>2006-12-04T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T08:25:59.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Christmas comes early...</title><content type='html'>Me and my B celebrated our Christmas this past weekend. Yeah I know it was early, but we don't get to see eachother that often, and the next time we see eachother which is the weekend before Christmas our other friends will be around, and we just wanted it to be us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy did he do a great job this year...I am in love....in love with a man, and in love with my new handbag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coach.com/content/product.aspx?product_no=8913&amp;category_id=669"&gt;http://www.coach.com/content/product.aspx?product_no=8913&amp;amp;category_id=669&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as if that weren't the perfect present....there was a little something inside....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coach.com/content/product.aspx?category_id=191&amp;product_no=%208941"&gt;http://www.coach.com/content/product.aspx?category_id=191&amp;amp;product_no=%208941&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was the present just so perfect, but we had a perfect weekend. WE met halfway in Richmond, and stayed downtown....we ate good dinners, shopped, even took in a museum. It was just such a change of pace for us...and excatly what we both needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-116524955931353073?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/116524955931353073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=116524955931353073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116524955931353073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116524955931353073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-christmas-comes-early.html' title='When Christmas comes early...'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-116498666471143161</id><published>2006-12-01T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T07:24:24.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>frankly speaking you should visit this website...</title><content type='html'>One of my old friends now has their very own clothing line...&lt;br /&gt;I haven't talked to this person in ages, but came across their website and handmade items. they are fun and fresh, and very her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the website, and browse through her fall line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sarahmclane.com/"&gt;http://www.sarahmclane.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-116498666471143161?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/116498666471143161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=116498666471143161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116498666471143161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116498666471143161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/12/frankly-speaking-you-should-visit-this.html' title='frankly speaking you should visit this website...'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-116481970853546762</id><published>2006-11-29T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T09:01:48.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am hungry.</title><content type='html'>I am on a diet...well not really a diet, I am just cutting out the bad stuff before the holidays. My thought is that if I shed a few pounds before the Christmas cookies start coming out then I won't gorge myself and gain 10 pounds this year over the holiday. So I am trying to eat right...cutting back portions, lots of fruits, and veggies...you know the drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now I am starving. Its the third day of my diet, and for some reason my track record always shows the third day is the hardest for me....if I can just get through this hunger then tommorow should be smooth sailing. Until of course this weekend when I see BK, and I am sure my good eating habits will go strait down the drain....hopefully not though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so hungry that the "christmas cookie" scented yankee candle that I am burning at the moment is even tempting. It does smell just like a christmas cookie...how do they do that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-116481970853546762?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/116481970853546762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=116481970853546762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116481970853546762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116481970853546762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-hungry.html' title='I am hungry.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-116369327681236952</id><published>2006-11-16T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T08:07:56.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fourth meal</title><content type='html'>Yesterday for a quick lunch I ran to the border...aka Taco Bell. All of over the fast food eatery was there new catch phrase..."Late night hunger..? Then try the fourth meal." They claim the fourth meal is the meal in between dinner and breakfast. I claim that this is another ploy to make America fatter than we already are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong...I have eaten a fourth meal probably before Taco Bell ever thought of coining the phrase. In fact in college we ate fourth meals like it was our job after a night of drinking. My roomie would come home and make elaborate meals...no kidding. She was known for making a shepards pie from scratch at 4 am. And God bless her because at times those fourth meals saved me from hangovers on many Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't do it anymore. Eating something that heavy like Taco bell sounds nauseating to me. Not only that but it is horrible to eat past like 7 at night. All those calories just sitting on your thighs and tummy....its just not a good thing. It just blows my mind that Taco bell has a whole ad campaign catered to eating at all hours of the day. They are basically stating that there are 24 hours in the day..lets make a whole new meal...we have the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is eating this fourth meal? Is it just aimed at college students who need a sponge after a night of heavy drinking? Or is America as a whole interested in adding another meal to their daily routine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-116369327681236952?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/116369327681236952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=116369327681236952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116369327681236952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116369327681236952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/11/fourth-meal.html' title='the fourth meal'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-116351312599084255</id><published>2006-11-14T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T06:05:26.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corina's Catch Up!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for being MIA here of late....but alas this is the last week of my show, and then I will have my life back! Yippee. I don't know what I will do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. The show goes up Thursday. And will run through Sunday. It is cute...Christmasy, and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the show I have just been a worker bee by day, and I head to the theatre nightly. Friday nights after rehearsal me and Steph drank wine from a box, and discovered that the 11 dollar box leaves quite a hangover the next day...might as well spring for the good stuff, and get Franzia. Then I actually had Saturday off, and spent it on the couch, and then later at 519. There I discovered a new beer that I enjoy....Grolsch (that might be spelled wrong) Blonde Lager. Its delicious. Normally I am a miller lite kind of gal, but lately I have been getting into the nicer stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend there will be people in town...my rents, and BK, and his dad and Grandma are also coming to see the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its a 3 day work week (yeah!) and its home for thanksgiving. I haven't been home in a while since ...the beginning of August. I can't wait to eat turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is my life in a nutshell. I apologise again for the lack of posts, but there will be more soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-116351312599084255?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/116351312599084255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=116351312599084255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116351312599084255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116351312599084255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/11/corinas-catch-up.html' title='Corina&apos;s Catch Up!'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-116291893729482242</id><published>2006-11-07T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T09:02:17.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and for once greenville got it right!</title><content type='html'>Today is election day so I went to vote. I have to say I really was not looking forward to it...the lines, the waiting, and its raining out. I just really almost talked myself out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I voted was in Charlotte. First I had to park a good 1/4 mile away..then I remember waiting for 3 hours in the rain while a swarm of hornets tormented us. It was not fun. In fact it pretty much took up my whole day, and ruined what was left of it. That example in itself is why I am sure most do not vote...it can be a hassle. And when something is a hassle for most its just easier not to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you. Today despite the cold and rain voting was refreshing. I went to the Mt Calvary FWB church and pulled into the parking lot. Got a space and followed and walked right in. There were a couple of people handing out flyers for certain canidates, but none of them were pushy, and that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering I expected to find a line, but what I found was a group of women chit-chatting and when I walked in they said "Sugar whats your last name?"...something about being called Sugar makes you feel immediatly welcome. I told them Rice they looked me up, handed me the ballot and I was voting in no time. I stuck the ballot in the machine and a lady gave me a sticker, and said "thank ya baby"...I was a little in shock at how incredibly easy it was. And how friendly everyone was....it was a pleasure to vote. At the end I kind of hoped the ladies would invite me for lunch or something...that is how at home I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres my thing...if voting was always like this I know more people would get out and do it. Since I live in smaller community voting can be easy, but sadly not all places can run as smoothly as the Mt. Calvary FWB. So hassle or no hassle we still have to vote...seriously people make sure your vote count. You only get one so you might as well use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-116291893729482242?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/116291893729482242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=116291893729482242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116291893729482242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116291893729482242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-for-once-greenville-got-it-right.html' title='and for once greenville got it right!'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-116282393619593124</id><published>2006-11-06T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T06:38:56.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>I am a little ahead of myself. Usually I get excited about the holidays...ie. Christmas after Thanksgiving. But I already have the Christmas spirit, and its way to early for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule is all off. Its because of this damn show I am directing. Day in and day out I hear Christmas songs playing through my head. It has really thrown my holiday schedule all off kilter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is....and I am sure most will relate with me when I say this, but Christmas will be here before we know it. Seriously it will be Dec. 25th soon, and we will all be saying, "Wow..when did Christmas get here?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has a way of doing that lately. It feels as though days, and weeks, and  months and even seasons go by so quickly now. Its like when you graduate from college, and then pass into the "real world" things just start flying by. My life is now spent dreading Mondays, and then Friday  comes around and I am not sure where the week went. Weekends are spent catching up on things that couldn't be accomplished during the week, and then you have to do it all over again. We make it through the days looking forward to things in the future that will take us away from the mundane day to day...days off, weekend get-a-ways, and holidays with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that could be the reason that (like a child) I am already getting excited about Christmas. Because for a long weekend I can put work to the side, and be with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoy the food, and presents. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-116282393619593124?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/116282393619593124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=116282393619593124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116282393619593124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116282393619593124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-116180653962729209</id><published>2006-10-25T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:02:19.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now why you gonna go and do that?</title><content type='html'>I love Target. It is one of my favorite places...although it also gets me in the most trouble. I know others have this problem, but for some reason you try and go to Target with hopes of getting one thing, and then all of a sudden like you are at the register, and the cashier is telling you that you owe 100.00. And you are like...what the heck did I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways today I went to Target. I went to buy t-shirt transfer paper, and a new ink cartridge for my printer. Well they didn't have the transfer paper which sucks. But I got the ink cartridge, and shampoo, and conditioner, and a sweater...but that is beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sort of a treat to end my shopping experience when i go to Target I usually stop in the food court place and either get a pop corn, or an icee, or both. Today I was going for the icee. Oh and just a sidebar, you can get both a popcorn, and an icee for 1.28!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got the icee cup, and headed over to the machine. and much to my dismay the regular icee flavor (cherry) was nowhere to be found. Instead there was only black thunder (?) and some mountain dew orange flavor. Well I guess I don't even need to mention that I didn't know Mountain Dew came in orange. But why did they have to take away cherry? Or atleast if they are going to take away cherry leave the old Coca Cola ICEE stand-by. But neither were there. ANd I was forced to drink the orange kind...because let me tell you...I was not going any where near that Black Thunder B/S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me sad you know. Why did they have to go and take away a perfectly good thing? Haven't they heard of the old saying "if it aint broke..don't fix it?" The cherry ICEE is classic...Classic and delicious. And Target was one of the only places that still served the frothy delight. Are we truly in a world that classic ICEE's in classic flavors are a thing of the past? And do we have to settle for imitations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love Target...and I hope that this new ICEE thing was just a one time thing. Because I will be checking back...oh believe you me. This one is not going by the way side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-116180653962729209?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/116180653962729209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=116180653962729209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116180653962729209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116180653962729209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/10/now-why-you-gonna-go-and-do-that.html' title='now why you gonna go and do that?'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-116135082021923919</id><published>2006-10-20T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T06:27:00.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon Over Pics...I am the one in the blue. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/Monn%20Over%20Buffalo%202006%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/Monn%20Over%20Buffalo%202006%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/Monn%20Over%20Buffalo%202006%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/Monn%20Over%20Buffalo%202006%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/Monn%20Over%20Buffalo%202006%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/Monn%20Over%20Buffalo%202006%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pics from my last show...&lt;br /&gt;Cast photo, me and my granddaughter, and me...enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-116135082021923919?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/116135082021923919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=116135082021923919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116135082021923919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116135082021923919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/10/moon-over-picsi-am-one-in-blue.html' title='Moon Over Pics...I am the one in the blue. ;)'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-116128898078956104</id><published>2006-10-19T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T13:16:20.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so sorry</title><content type='html'>Well I have been a little bit busy. And please don't think because I have the time to write a quick blog to my friends that my business has subsided....because it has not. I will be busy until the first week of December. At that point I will be able to catch up with all of you that I miss dearly, and have not been a good friend to these past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may wonder...what have I been doing with myself, and keeping so busy...or you might not care...at any rate you are here now...so might as well read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I was in a show, and that show went up a few weeks ago. Directly after the show closed I had auditions for another show...Scrooge. No not Bill Murrays Scrooged (notice the different spelling) but none-the-less practically the same story line. So now instead of being on the stage I have taken the reigns of a director. And this gig is a paying one! It is so different directing than acting. Actors have it sooo easy. They take care of themselves, and thats it. As a director you are in charge of everyone. And it can be daunting at times. But Im sure that is why they are paying me the big bucks...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also now selling Mary Kay Cometics. I enjoy make-up, and love the color pink so I said what the hey...threw caution to the wind, and now I am a full fledged beauty consultant. Please visit my website &lt;a href="http://www.marykay.com/corinarice"&gt;www.marykay.com/corinarice&lt;/a&gt; and i can be your personal rep. The skin care line is amazing...seriously ladies its number one in the WORLD. And there make-up is fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we are getting ready for Homecoming 2006. This is the one weekend a year that all the ladies that I graduated with...and the men too come back together to tie one on just like we were in college. Friday night we are having a cocktail party at me and S's and then Saturday mimosas in the morning followed by a day of tailgating, and the "big" game. Then we will round things up with a dinner at Chicos. I can't wait to see everyone...but my house is also a mess, and I have not quite scheduled when I am going to clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in closing I will try and post more often...I have been a bad blogger and I apologize. Until then...for all you pirates missing homecoming this year...you will be missed. For all those who never were a pirate...well...you are just missing out. no but seriously I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-116128898078956104?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/116128898078956104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=116128898078956104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116128898078956104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/116128898078956104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-sorry.html' title='so sorry'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115997224124100502</id><published>2006-10-04T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T07:30:41.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first i felt stupid...then i felt old...</title><content type='html'>So last night at rehersal I was backstage talking with one of the younger members of the cast. He is 17....whew...17! Anyways I said something, and it was a quote from a FRIENDs episode....if you know the quote then great. It was one the Pheobe said to someone..."She's his lobster" I love that quote, but when I said it the boy in the cast just stared at me blankly. I just assumed that he didn't know that particular quote so I told him it was from friends, and he replied..."Oh..I have never seen that show"...I couldn't believe it. But then he was probably in elementary school when the show was in its hay day. But to me its just one of those shows that everyone should have atleast seen once...right???? Or is the show just part of my generation and up??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**On another totally random note, on nick at nite now they have been showing Designing Women...the old ones with Suzanne, and Charlene. I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that show. I would love to work at the Sugerbaker design firm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115997224124100502?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115997224124100502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115997224124100502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115997224124100502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115997224124100502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-i-felt-stupidthen-i-felt-old.html' title='first i felt stupid...then i felt old...'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115988110197651979</id><published>2006-10-03T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T06:11:41.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Columbus Day to ME!</title><content type='html'>My tooth is killing me. I had dental work done last week, and one tooth refuses to get well. Also my allergies are acting up...that could be blamed on the fact that for the past month I have been working on a show in a theatre, that like most theatres, is old, and dusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But neither my allergies or a throbbing tooth could bring me down. Because once this week is over Im pretty excited about this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My show opens Thurs. and it promises to be a laugh out loud hit. We are dying for an audience, and once we have one it will really take off. I have missed being on stage, and having an audience, and getting to hold for their laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My man is coming, and staying not 2 but 3 nights! Im really excited about this because doing the long distance thing weekends are really all we usually have..but since he has Columbus Day off from work he gets to stay through Monday. This makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are coming for my show Saturday. I love my parents, and haven't seen them since the first of August. I know that isn't a long time, but Im looking forward to seeing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there will be a  lot of people in town. I wish I could say they were all making the trip to see my show, well some of them are, but in reality they are coming for the UVA vs. ECU game.  At any rate it will be good to see old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I just have to get through the week...which at this rate seems like it will never end. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115988110197651979?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115988110197651979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115988110197651979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115988110197651979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115988110197651979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-columbus-day-to-me.html' title='Happy Columbus Day to ME!'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115919608250066205</id><published>2006-09-25T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T07:54:42.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monday</title><content type='html'>So this morning I have had a song stuck in my head. Up until just a few minutes ago, I could not place the melody....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da dum da da da daaaaaa, da da  da da da da da daaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it just came to me...for some reason I have been humming the Indiana Jones theme song this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115919608250066205?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115919608250066205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115919608250066205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115919608250066205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115919608250066205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/09/monday.html' title='monday'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115892953971813478</id><published>2006-09-22T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T05:52:19.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>see you later, nice knowin ya, buh-bye!</title><content type='html'>Today is the official last day of summer!&lt;br /&gt;In a farewell tribute I am going out for margaritas this evening.&lt;br /&gt;So later summer...its been fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115892953971813478?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115892953971813478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115892953971813478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115892953971813478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115892953971813478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/09/see-you-later-nice-knowin-ya-buh-bye.html' title='see you later, nice knowin ya, buh-bye!'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115885397232305455</id><published>2006-09-21T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T08:52:52.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hair today gone tommorow</title><content type='html'>So I am having a bit of hair trauma this week...&lt;br /&gt;Well its been going on for a while.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of you know that this summer on a whim I went pretty blonde. And at first I was loving it. I felt so summery. But now its getting cooler out, and i could not be sicker of my hair color. Whats worse is that I have horrible roots showing now, and I feel like I look a bit like trash.&lt;br /&gt;I also feel like all this blonde has damaged my hair a bit, and I just feel like its a frizzy mess.&lt;br /&gt;I also think that I need a bit of a more grown up style. So Im getting it chopped, dyed back to the original color, and revamped...hopefully tommorow.**&lt;br /&gt;Also if anyone out there ever hears me say that i want to go blonde, as my friends can you please talk me out of this. It is way too much to manage, and keep up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**not chopped off completely, but  a little shorter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115885397232305455?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115885397232305455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115885397232305455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115885397232305455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115885397232305455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/09/hair-today-gone-tommorow.html' title='hair today gone tommorow'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115858554798780745</id><published>2006-09-18T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T06:19:08.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While weddings are a blast...raw oysters at 2am are never a good idea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/Alison%20and%20Marks%20Wedding%209-2006%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/Alison%20and%20Marks%20Wedding%209-2006%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/Alison%20and%20Marks%20Wedding%209-2006%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/Alison%20and%20Marks%20Wedding%209-2006%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/Alison%20and%20Marks%20Wedding%209-2006%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/Alison%20and%20Marks%20Wedding%209-2006%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/Alison%20and%20Marks%20Wedding%209-2006%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/Alison%20and%20Marks%20Wedding%209-2006%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this past weekend I attended a beautiful wedding, of two very deserving friends. The place was gorgeous, they had such cute touches all over the place, and the bride and groom couldn't have looked happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a wonderful time...how can you not? When a WoCo marries an MC you could expect nothing less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115858554798780745?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115858554798780745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115858554798780745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115858554798780745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115858554798780745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/09/while-weddings-are-blastraw-oysters-at.html' title='While weddings are a blast...raw oysters at 2am are never a good idea.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115816170738402145</id><published>2006-09-13T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T08:35:07.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart cable.</title><content type='html'>Ok So Wednesday is a good day, because...well...the week is half way over, but not only that when Wednesday comes that means Project Runway is on, and that makes this girl very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that makes me really happy is that next week the new season of Greys Anatomy comes on. If you didn't see the finale of last season, then I feel sorry for you, because that was one of the best finales I have ever seen. Literally the next day I couldn't get it out of my head. For those of you who missed it, it will be on again tommorow night.  Please watch it, and call me, and we will cry together over Denny on the phone. I feel so sorry for Izzie..all dressed up, and then her fiance dies of a blood clot. It just couldn't have been sadder, but then Alex swooping her off of that hospital bed and holding her, and will Dr. Burke ever operate again???..ahhh...is it weird that i think these people are real?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115816170738402145?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115816170738402145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115816170738402145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115816170738402145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115816170738402145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-heart-cable.html' title='i heart cable.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115757551593658532</id><published>2006-09-06T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T13:45:15.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so many posts so little time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/New%20York%20City%202006%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/New%20York%20City%202006%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/New%20York%20City%202006%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/New%20York%20City%202006%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/New%20York%20City%202006%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/New%20York%20City%202006%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/New%20York%20City%202006%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/New%20York%20City%202006%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/New%20York%20City%202006%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/New%20York%20City%202006%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last weekend me and SP set off on a trip to NYC. There are so many funny/unfortunate things that happened to us (ie. The trip to Coney Island...that we didn't want to take, The eight hour plane flight home because of more rain), that there just is not enough time to post it all. But you can enjoy the pictures....and ask me about the craziness that ensued on the trip...the stories are much better told than read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115757551593658532?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115757551593658532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115757551593658532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115757551593658532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115757551593658532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-many-posts-so-little-time_06.html' title='so many posts so little time.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115757488460425763</id><published>2006-09-06T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T13:34:44.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so many posts so little time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115757488460425763?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115757488460425763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115757488460425763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115757488460425763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115757488460425763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-many-posts-so-little-time.html' title='so many posts so little time.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115703605386517252</id><published>2006-08-31T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T07:54:14.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ernesto...55 mph and you call yourself a hurricane....puhlease.</title><content type='html'>So I am battening down the hatches, and preparing for ol' boy Ernesto to blow in....blow in...get it, because he is a hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not but seriously..I have no idea what battening down hatches means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, this whole Ernesto thing has me remembering hurricanes gone by. Because for some reason it always seemed that every year of college we would have some kind of hurricane or tropical storm. Causing us to pick up, and move to someones house, and set up shop for however long the storm ensued. At this point we would be running to Food Lion, and buying all the cases of beer our arms could hold. See in a college town its the beer that gets bought up, and the bread shelves remain stocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..times, they are a changin...because instead of looking at Ernesto as the chance to miss school, or work...I am more concerned that all the rain we will get is going to put a kink in my NYC plans. And that will make me hate Ernesto, and his stupid wind and rain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115703605386517252?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115703605386517252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115703605386517252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115703605386517252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115703605386517252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/08/ernesto55-mph-and-you-call-yourself.html' title='Ernesto...55 mph and you call yourself a hurricane....puhlease.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115689356773173890</id><published>2006-08-29T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T16:19:27.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter, Spring, Summer, FALL</title><content type='html'>I am ready for fall. I am ready for a chill in the air. I am ready to not have to get into a 100 degree car, with a hot steering wheel. Im ready to layer clothes, instead of trying to wear as little as possible. I am ready for weekend events that don't involve swimsuits. Im ready for FALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that I love about the season fall. I love that during the day its in the lower 70's upper 60's, but at nights its brisk and cool. And maybe, just maybe you might smell someones fireplace in the distance. I love fall because you can wear jeans, but still get away with your favorite flip flops. I love that fall brings on football, and tailgating, and drinking beer with friends, and grilling out hot-dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like fall because I love sweaters. If its cable knit this girl is a happy camper.  I like fall because its a whole new wardrobe. There are pieces to pull out from the previous fall, but then stores have a whole new crop of wardrobe items ripe for the picking. Im so excited about the new fall colors, and fabrics and styles that I could just scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has it's place in my heart don't get me wrong. I love the beach, and the pool, and boat drinks, and being tan...but I have done all those to death this summer. Im ready for the mountains, and fireplaces, a good glass of red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't tell...I am a little over summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115689356773173890?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115689356773173890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115689356773173890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115689356773173890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115689356773173890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/08/winter-spring-summer-fall.html' title='Winter, Spring, Summer, FALL'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115637843846409787</id><published>2006-08-23T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T17:13:58.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when it rains it pours</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I was caught in a tropical depression.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know a tropical depression is basically what happens before a storm gets upgraded to hurricane status. and nobody told me that one was festering off the east coast, and like a jackass i ventured to Wilmington for work the worst possible day to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right on the outskirts of Wilmington (in Hampstead NC) and decided to call up my friend Becky for lunch. Becky works downtown Wilmington, which has lots of cute/delicious restaurants. AS I was making my way into town it started to sprinkle...as I neared downtown, it was pouring. But it subsided just in time for me and Becky to find a parking space, and walk the few blocks to the restaurant. We sat down to lunch, and literally the bottum fell out. We remarked at how it was nice to be indoors, and not outside in such a bad storm. As lunch went on it kept raining, but over good food, and equally good convo we didn't seem to notice. It wasn't till after we had finished eating, that we looked outside, and noticed that it was raining just as hard as when we first got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and Becky decided to wait the storm out over hot tea. We enjoyed our tea, and after we were done it was still pouring....so the waitress brought more tea...(well really just more hot water) and we waited some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this point it was pretty obvious to me and Becky that the wait staff was trying to close down. In fact when we asked if they had dessert they told us they didn't have any, and then they turned out all the lights. Me and Becky thought that both of these were signs that we should probably leave. And I should note, that we had been there almost 3 hours waiting out the storm that had no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked out of the door....and stood under the awning of the resaurant for a good 15 minutes while we contemplated our next move. It was still pouring, the streets flooded, and no where to find shelter. We had to make a run for it. So we took off our heels, rolled up our dress pants, and set to running through the streets of Wilmington, stopping at various bus stops. I don't know what was worse....being soaking wet, or being barefoot in a bus stop...you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it to the car, and we were soaked to the bone. The thing about it is that I should have known something ridiculos would ensue from hanging out with Becky....something usually does when you hang with her. You never know what you will get when you call Becky up for a visit...but you can be guarenteed that there will be laughs involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115637843846409787?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115637843846409787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115637843846409787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115637843846409787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115637843846409787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='when it rains it pours'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115617238088938309</id><published>2006-08-21T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T07:59:40.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my weekend was fun...how was yours?</title><content type='html'>This weekend I ventured up I 95 to see my b/f, and my b/f (translation my boyfriend, and best friend). I made the stop in DC Friday night, and attended a super apt. warming party on the roof deck of JJs new pad. The view is to die for, the food was scrumptious, and the beer and wine never ran out...all three things contributed to a very good time. Although I did have an issue with the way DC'ers play beer pong...they play with 10 cups, and to me that is just way too many. As soon as we got on the table the 10 cups dwindled to 6, and the games went by so much faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a chill day..Chipotle...The Columbia Mall...PF Changs for dinner, a bottle of wine, and the Redskins game. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we did brunch with BK's dad, and Grammy...and I won 15 dollars at keno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the section of the blog where I would most likely post pics from the past weekend...unfortunatly I took none. But it was a good weekend none-the-less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115617238088938309?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115617238088938309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115617238088938309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115617238088938309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115617238088938309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-weekend-was-funhow-was-yours.html' title='my weekend was fun...how was yours?'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115462901463041352</id><published>2006-08-03T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T11:16:54.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this just in.</title><content type='html'>So I don't watch the Greenville news stimulate my mind, I don't even watch it to find out whats going on, to be honest I try to NEVER watch the Greenville evening news. However sometimes while channel surfing at the akward 5:30-6:30 hour where you just finished work, and just want to veg on the couch for a little bit....sometimes my remote control will happen upon the Greenville news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is exactly what happened yesterday, and the following is a story that was featured on the Greenville evening news, and a prime example why I don't go to this stations newcast as a source of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know its hot outside...right? We covered that a few weeks ago. But the news always thinks of really "clever" ways to prove the heat outside. Like they will put a bag of ice on the pavement, and time its departure to the liquid state, or my personal favorite when the weather person cracks an egg on the asphalt to see if it will fry...and sure enough...it does. But yesterday was something I had never seen done to test the heat. And that was getting people from the community to stick their heads in giant bowls of ice cream. Yes that is right....these people were just going about there daily business, and they decided to stick their heads into vanilla ice cream. Now I have a couple problems with this. Firstly its a waste of ice cream. They were wasting gallons and gallons, of fine, delicious, ice cream to do this ridiculos experiement. Now secondly these people were given nothing in return for them sticking their faces in giant bowls of ice cream. I mean lets face it everyone has a price, and if someone had offered me some money I may have done it. But I would never voluntarilly stick my head in ice cream....theres just some things people should not do for free. And finally and this goes back to a theme that I have stated before...but is it SOOOO hot that the only way you feel like you can cool off is to stick your head in ice cream?? Come on...think about it people. Once you are covered in ice cream not only will you be hot, but you will also be sticky. And sticky and hot, are two things I do not like to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am just going to try and stay away from the Greenville evening news. I think there are bigger issues they could be covering, but for some reason don't...or maybe this is what people find newsworthy in this town. Either way I did just get a hankering for ice cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115462901463041352?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115462901463041352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115462901463041352' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115462901463041352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115462901463041352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-just-in.html' title='this just in.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115413528380092488</id><published>2006-07-28T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T18:08:03.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Test Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/Test%20Run%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/Test%20Run%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/Test%20Run%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/Test%20Run%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short assembly...the cruizin cooler is now in full working order! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/Test%20Run%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/Test%20Run%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115413528380092488?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115413528380092488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115413528380092488' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115413528380092488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115413528380092488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/07/test-run.html' title='The Test Run'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115409421480841435</id><published>2006-07-28T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:43:34.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Cooler Will Travel.</title><content type='html'>So I returned yesterday from my business trip to Ocean Isle beach, with a detour through Oak Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there I made a purchase that might change the face of tail-gating as we (ECU fans) know it. Yes..I think that I am the first person I know to own a moped cooler. It was one of the best impulse buys I have ever made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now its in a box in my car, but once its assembled I will post some pics of me and my phat new ride. Until then go to the website below...and the price on the website is way off from what I payed for it, so don't go thinkin I dropped 400.00 on this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monstermotorscooter.com/x-50.html"&gt;http://www.monstermotorscooter.com/x-50.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is yellow, and once assembled will be decked out in ECU stickers. I will be giving test drives at home coming. I was also dared to drive the cooler from Greenville to Raleigh for the NC State game...while I think this might give me my 15 minutes of fame....the thought of it taking a month to get to Raleigh does not excite me....but it makes me laugh. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115409421480841435?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115409421480841435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115409421480841435' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115409421480841435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115409421480841435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/07/have-cooler-will-travel.html' title='Have Cooler Will Travel.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115383197452045742</id><published>2006-07-25T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T05:52:54.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Beach</title><content type='html'>Well I am headed to the beach today...for work.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...it is nice to be able to think that I am getting out of Greenville for a couple of days, and it is also cool that I will be amongst the sand and the ocean breeze. But it also kind of sucks. If it's summer time and I am at the beach then I want to be &lt;em&gt;at&lt;/em&gt; the beach. Not in a suit riding around visiting clients.&lt;br /&gt;I leave after work today. So I will get there tonight late, and then tommorow I am going non-stop. Hopefully I can atleast squeeze in a short walk on the beach, and maybe a fabulous seafood dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115383197452045742?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115383197452045742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115383197452045742' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115383197452045742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115383197452045742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-to-beach.html' title='Back to the Beach'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115341498713771388</id><published>2006-07-20T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:03:07.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>man...if i had only gotten a patent</title><content type='html'>In college me and my roomates and our friends would sit around thinking up new ways to make a buck. One idea I had was something called the "Munchie Mobile". The Munchie Mobile would be just like an ice cream truck, but for adults. It would have snacks, ciggs, whatever you might find at the local gas station, but just didn't feel like going to get yourself. Of course the Munchie Mobile never came to fruition...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...guess what...someone else had my idea. Now in Greenville there is a thing called the C.O.W. or convienience on wheels. It rides to all the college neighborhoods, and has everything from snow cones, to ciggerettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out there website, and if your in Gville, and you hear a cow MOOOO...grab a white owl (j/k) and a snow cone for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://convenienceonwheels.com/"&gt;http://convenienceonwheels.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115341498713771388?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115341498713771388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115341498713771388' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115341498713771388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115341498713771388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/07/manif-i-had-only-gotten-patent.html' title='man...if i had only gotten a patent'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115340725715197425</id><published>2006-07-20T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T07:54:17.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my little soap box</title><content type='html'>So episode two of Project Runway aired last night. And to be honest...it made me a little sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first episode I will admit...I really didn't like Milan. He seemed cocky, and I think his accent is fake. However I thought his design was good, and they would probably keep him for good ratings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night Milan got the boot, and despite first impressions I was sad to see him go. Last night they touched on a little of the interworkings of Milan, and he seemed to have a troubled youth where his mother didn't understand him, and he was constantly an outcast. It really made me feel sorry for the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres my thing...so many times in life whether it be elementary school, or even in the real world people get ridiculed for living outside of the box. While Milan was not a portrait of everyday society, he was a creative person, that for some reason or another was never really understood. But I think generally Milan is probably a nice guy. He just has gotten ridiculed for who he was his whole life, and thus he has probably just put up a huge defense to the outside world who constantly judges him as weird. Im not saying I am innocent I judged him from the get-go too, but first impressings can be decieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know..I know. I am getting a little wrapped up in a tv. show. While it was the tv show that prompted the initial feeling, it just made me think on such a larger scale, about how people are judged because of who they are, or more-so who they won't conform to be.&lt;br /&gt;Our society still trys to mold us into something, and out there in this world there are so many unique and creative people, that are judged badly (by first impressions) for their uniquness. Our society tells us to think outside the box, but when people LIVE outside of that proverbial box that is when society says they disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think all of society is like this...Eastern NC yes...it is like this, and being that I live here I see this hypocritism (is that a word?) everyday. Although I think bigger cities, embrace uniquness, and creativity in a whole different way then say...Greenville NC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...Im sad to see Milan go. Yeah he should have gotten the boot, because his design was not great, but I would have liked to have seen him stay. Just because I think (and I could be wrong I have only known him for a brief two hour television stint) that hes one of those people that society as a whole doesn't get, and hes been dealing with that his whole life. Fashion is where he flourishes (well... except for last night) and with all those other fashionistas, he for once might have felt like he fit in, and we all need to fit in somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115340725715197425?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115340725715197425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115340725715197425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115340725715197425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115340725715197425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-little-soap-box.html' title='my little soap box'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115317022392757963</id><published>2006-07-17T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T14:03:44.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes...its hot</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed in the summertime that a popular conversation topic is the heat, and how hot it is? No matter where you go people are talking about how "humid it is", how the "temp says its 94, but with humidity its really 102", or "thank goodness fo a/c". I went to three different appointments today, and at each one of them everyone from the secretary, to my client, to randoms that i passed by commented on how hot it was. One woman who I had never seen before in my life said to me in passing "well its not just hot out here...its hell hot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres my point....yes...we know its hot. And yes, maybe it is as hot as hell or "hell hot" but why do we constantly have to keep bringing it up? It only reminds us of how hot it really is. Is there nothing else we can talk about? Its summer people...summer, and July, and both of those equal hot, and in NC and on down south it equals overbearing humidity. How come every summer people get more and more suprised by the rising temps? Or why in the summer is it on top of everyones conversation list?? When people say things like "Geez its a hot one!!" I want to just say..."yeah...well...uhh...it IS summer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes...it IS hot, overbaringly-sweat through your clothes-no point in make-up-hell hot. Lets just stop bringing it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115317022392757963?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115317022392757963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115317022392757963' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115317022392757963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115317022392757963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesits-hot.html' title='yes...its hot'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115279720737680994</id><published>2006-07-13T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T06:26:47.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you better work.</title><content type='html'>So last night was the official premiere of Bravo's Project Runway show. And this girl was one happy tv watcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first episode is always my favorite because they give them some outlandish task, and they have to use their heads and artistic creativity to create something. Last night they were told to tear up the apartments, and use whatever was in them to create a garment. In season one they were let loose in a hardward store, and give 20 dollars to create something, and last season they had to use their own clothes off their backs and reinvent them into a new creation. This first show always amazes me, because if I was let loose in my apartment, and told I had two days to create an outfit, I would most likely come out with a sheet on draped as a toga. These people have much better ideas.... well...most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoy the first show because you get to see those people who think they really have these awesome visions, and the judges are like...been there done that. Like the lady with the white dress. She thought it was so revolutionary, and sheik to make a pair of underwear that you could see through the dress. If she really thought about it she would realize that we usually are trying to conceal our unmentionables...not flaunt them for the world to see. HOWEVER...I did not think she should be the one to get cut, even though she was. My vote was for the guy who made the fruit basket into a hat. Come on. That hat was ridiculos. And the funny part was that he looooved that hat. He kept adding chotzkis here and there, and it was just repugnant. Michael Kors put it best when he said that it looked like she was the drunk one at the party with a fruit basket on her head...I laughed out loud at that part. But this guy will be really good for ratings...the previews they showed of him looked pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the architect lady, and the black guy from ATL. I think his outfit was pretty cool (he made  dress out of coffee filters, and while it would suck to wear in the rain, it was pretty cute). Both of them seem like a breath of fresh air. The architecht I can tell  is going to have such a classic and demure style, and the hotlantian is going to bring that hip-hop influence into his designs, and I think fashion is taking a big step into that hip-hop direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope this season continues with great shows, just like the first. And if you aren't watching Project Runway comes on at 10pm EST...check your local listings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115279720737680994?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115279720737680994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115279720737680994' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115279720737680994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115279720737680994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-better-work.html' title='you better work.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115263878124035449</id><published>2006-07-11T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T10:26:21.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart bravo.</title><content type='html'>Im really excited because my favorite show project Runway starts tonight for the 3rd season. (well tonight is just the pre-"casting" show, just an introduction on who will be on, and they will tease us with some highlights for the season)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this show. Love it. Even when this show was nothing..I loved this show. I love reality tv. but this show is reality with an edge...its reality with creativity built in...and that just makes me really happy. Its not so much about these people, but what they can create, and at times that is what shocks and amazes me by this show. It also gives a glimpse into the fashion world...which is also very intriguing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bravo Bravo. You guys have your act together. With shows like Project Runway, Queer Eye, and (my new guilty pleasure) Kathy Griffin: My life on the D list, you have made what could have been a meak tv watching summer...into something that makes me look forward to weeknight programming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115263878124035449?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115263878124035449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115263878124035449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115263878124035449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115263878124035449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-heart-bravo.html' title='I heart bravo.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115254744542418198</id><published>2006-07-10T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T09:04:05.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and JJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/Misc.%20Photos%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/Misc.%20Photos%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the only pic from this weekend...but a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115254744542418198?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115254744542418198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115254744542418198' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115254744542418198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115254744542418198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-and-jj.html' title='Me and JJ'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115254719117436442</id><published>2006-07-10T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T08:59:51.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was a whirlwind of excitement and fun. I headed up to D.C. Friday afternoon to visit my pal J.J. And see her new apartment which is in the heart of the city. It was a lovely evening. We had margaritas on her roof-top deck, dined at a delicious little neighborhood resteraunt. Partied on U street, and ended the evening with a rousing girls against boys game of trivial pursuit. The girls won...fair and square I might add. The boys however were not good losers, and must have not learned anything while in elementary school about "fair play" and being "good sports".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday we woke up, and drove to MD where we got dolled up for an early day wedding which I attended with my boyfriend, and his family...complete with significant others. The wedding was very pretty, and the reception was a ball. Despite a lot of shit talking  after the fact I am still happy to say that I caught the bouquet. I think this makes 5 for me total. And no...despite popular sarcasm, no one was harmed in the catching of the bouquet. I just chalk in up to good hand eye coordination, and not being afraid to reach in front of others faces. We danced, and drank and had a great time...we even extended the evening to an after party hosted by part of the wedding party, and still not having enough (just like an other ECU alum) we went out to the bar to tie one on after the after party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all despite a few blisters from some adorable shoes the weekend was great. Busy...but a lot of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115254719117436442?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115254719117436442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115254719117436442' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115254719117436442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115254719117436442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115135105675363695</id><published>2006-06-26T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T12:44:16.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know what you're thinking....Im an idiot.</title><content type='html'>Aaron Spelling died!&lt;br /&gt;This is so odd to me, not because he is dead...I mean the man was 83, BUT yesterday I had this huge urge to watch 90210. Like all day long I could not get it out of my head how badly I wanted to watch 90210.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but think that I might have some weird form of ESP. Like my intuitions are very strong, but not right on the money...they just kind of dance around things.&lt;br /&gt;One time i was eating at Kabuto and sitting at the table with me and my friends was this lady who claimed to be a physic. And she went over everyone at the table, and made brief references to things in their lives, and when she got to me she just stared, and said that she believed that I had physic abilities...I have always kept this in the back of my head and now maybe there is some sort of truth to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh and for all you out there who don't believe the story about Kubuto (and I have this weird feeling that you may not believe me) you can ask Sarah F. she was there with me, although shes pretty hard to get in contact with, but if you see her, ask....i dare you.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115135105675363695?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115135105675363695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115135105675363695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115135105675363695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115135105675363695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-know-what-youre-thinkingim-idiot.html' title='I know what you&apos;re thinking....Im an idiot.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115134762476445634</id><published>2006-06-26T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T11:47:41.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a million times better</title><content type='html'>I just finished James Freys new book "My Friend Leonard" this weekend. Now I really really didn't like his "Million Little Pieces" and I was leary of reading his next book, but I am so glad I did. I really enjoyed it. The writing was easy to read, and gives you the sense that Frey is writing, and recounting the events right after they happened. His emotion seems so raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in an effort to do some summer reading I am now looking for a new book to read...any genre is fine, just as long as it is engaging. So please don't hesitate to suggest a title or an author...I would appreciate the input, and the opportunity to read something good while lounging by the pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115134762476445634?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115134762476445634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115134762476445634' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115134762476445634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115134762476445634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/06/million-times-better.html' title='a million times better'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115128614401063310</id><published>2006-06-25T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T18:42:24.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stayin put.</title><content type='html'>With all my travels lately I have forgotten how nice it is just to chill at home for the weekend. Friday night me and SP watched an ok movie...Saturday did a little light cleaning around the house, went to chick fil a for lunch, and got a prime seat at the bar that night at the 519er. Today was spent vegging on the couch and re-discovering my love for Sex and the City (me and SP watched the entire 6th season from start to finish) . Then people came over for spaghetti, and we finished the weekend up with a trip to Coldstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some this might sound like a pretty boring/lazy weekend....to me this was a much needed vacation from every other vacation I have recently been on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115128614401063310?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115128614401063310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115128614401063310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115128614401063310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115128614401063310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/06/stayin-put.html' title='stayin put.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115108719141293175</id><published>2006-06-23T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:26:31.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boys don't make passes at girls who wear glasses.</title><content type='html'>If you don't wear glasses, or contacts, and you have perfect vision be happy, and oh yeah...screw you. Because glasses, and contacts, and blurred vision are financially, and cosmetically two things that have ruined my Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go to the eye doc this morning...just for a check-up. I haven't been since I moved to Greenville, and my eyes have been irritating me for a while so I bit the bullet and scheduled an appt. My appt. was for 8 am and I figured that would be perfect...I could be off to work by 9. No biggie. What I assumed would take a quick hour ended up taking over 4 hours. I ended up finding out that my eyes have been rejecting my contact lenses (thus the irritation) and I have an infection in both eyes....lovely. Now anyone who knows me probably knows that I hate wearing glasses...some people may not even know that I wear glasses because I hardly wear them except right before bed. So the doctor (and his name was Dr. Watson) tells me that I won't be able to wear contacts for quite some time. Great. So that means I have to purchase new glasses while I am there, because my old glasses are not strong enough...wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wear glasses you  may not know that in the past few years glasses have become very stylish....however style always and forever will come at a cost, because style isn't cheap. So I began making my way through the racks and racks of glasses....every designer present from Gucci, to Valentino. Feeling a littel overwhelmed I settled on an old faithful pair of Ralph Lauren Specs...while they were not my fav I was tired of looking, and I feel like Ralph is just a classic, so how could a girl go wrong. I was also kind of rushing to finish because the girl who was assisting me was trying to talk me into clip on sunglasses, and it was really really pissing me off. I don't think I have ever worn a clip on anything...I just don't go out like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for those of you who might not wear glasses, or need to frequent the eye doctor you might not realize that after you spend a few hundred dollars on new glasses, and the procedure they then make you endure the worst part of the visit. The walk of shame with the plastic sunglasses on. Its so embarrasing. Not only are your eyes dialated to the point where its hard to see strait. The nurses give you these flimsy plastic, and paper sunglasses which fit behind your real glasses so the sunlight won't bother your dialated eyes. In short you just end up looking like an asshole. Or as BK thought Cyclops from Xmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was little my brother had glasses, and I used to want them so bad. That is one instance where I wished so hard that my wish actually came true. I was also one of those weirdos that thought braces were so cool...but you live and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you who have 20/20 vision consider yourself lucky. And for those people with four eyes out there...I feel your pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115108719141293175?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115108719141293175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115108719141293175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115108719141293175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115108719141293175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/06/boys-dont-make-passes-at-girls-who.html' title='boys don&apos;t make passes at girls who wear glasses.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-115074344455958200</id><published>2006-06-19T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T11:57:25.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to life...back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/Beach%20Week%202006%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/Beach%20Week%202006%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/Beach%20Week%202006%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/Beach%20Week%202006%20049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/Beach%20Week%202006%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/Beach%20Week%202006%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/Beach%20Week%202006%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/Beach%20Week%202006%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/Beach%20Week%202006%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/Beach%20Week%202006%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/Beach%20Week%202006%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/Beach%20Week%202006%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's called a vacation...then why am I so tired? 9 days at the beach meant 9 days sleeping in till 11, going to bed at insane hours of the morning. And drinking from the time I got up till the time I went to bed. My body is exhausted....exhausted, but tan. And now its back to the real world where my alarm goes off at 6:30, i have to cover up my tan with business attire, and it is unacceptable to have a bloody mary for breakfast. And they tasted so good.&lt;br /&gt;But now its back to the 9 to 5. I miss the beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-115074344455958200?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/115074344455958200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=115074344455958200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115074344455958200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/115074344455958200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-to-lifeback-to-reality.html' title='Back to life...back to reality'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114916909409676759</id><published>2006-06-01T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T06:39:10.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C's Whistle Stop East Coast Tour</title><content type='html'>I have been traveling so much lately. Not on a train, but either in my car, or in my friends cars. Either way the summer, or pre-cursers to summer have meant Road Trips for this eastern north carolinian, and so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with the trip to Preakness...that trip can be filed under "will never do again, but everyone should try it once" And once again for the record I did NOT in fact see the horse break its leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took it back to my old digs in Charlotte. I had a lovely visit. Got to revisit some old friends, and hang out with the fam. Got to meet JJ's new beau. I even perfected a home-made mojito...and LK said they couldn't be done at home. Leave it to me to find a way! Besides the 300,00+ race fans that also decided to make a visit to Charlotte for the weekend it was a great visit. PS just in case you were wondering if you want to be a race fan you have to wear denim shorts, and oakley sunglasses....tank tops for men are also encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend I will be headed back up North to Baltimore...well just right outside of Baltimore (Columbia MD) for a party for my beau. This time I am driving and SP is navigating. Im looking forward to stopping at a WaWa and eating Chipotle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I have my first real paid vacation in my adult life. I am going on vacation for one whole week to the beach! Jealous??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats the start of my summer...and the traveling won't stop there, I am busy planning lots of trips for the summer. So if you are going to be somewhere fabulous within driving distance for me f%$! the high gas prices this lady is hitting the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114916909409676759?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114916909409676759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114916909409676759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114916909409676759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114916909409676759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/06/cs-whistle-stop-east-coast-tour.html' title='C&apos;s Whistle Stop East Coast Tour'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114841624806400494</id><published>2006-05-23T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T13:30:48.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heres to the ladies who lunch (in a hat)</title><content type='html'>How come women don't really wear fabulous hats anymore?? No...Im not talking about baseball caps, or hats for winter. Im talking about wide brimmed sun hats, that have big abnoxious flowers on them. The kind you might wear to a garden tea, or say Oprahs Legends ball brunch. There is something so regal, and feminine about these types of hats. They are only for special occasions, which in turn make them such a special accessory. And nobody I know ever has garden brunches or tea parties, therefore I never get to wear this accessory, and that makes me a little sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at lunch I saw a group of women who were in that cult...err...club that wears all purple, and red hats. They are called the Red hat ladies or something clever like that. They were all eating and chatting and wearing big hats. They looked cute. As I sat and watched from a far I started thinking...maybe one day Ill be a red hat lady, and then I will get to wear hats. Then I remembered I hate the colors purple and red together, and neither of them look that great on me...so there goes that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few years fashion has taken a turn for the more feminine.  I mean ladies like Charlotte York even got women to wear crinoline again. Women are accesorizing more than ever now. So why not big lovely, incredibly feminine hats?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114841624806400494?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114841624806400494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114841624806400494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114841624806400494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114841624806400494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/05/heres-to-ladies-who-lunch-in-hat.html' title='Heres to the ladies who lunch (in a hat)'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114830672419835023</id><published>2006-05-22T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T07:05:24.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and no i didn't see the horse break his leg</title><content type='html'>Everyone keeps asking me if I saw Barbosa (the horse that was favored to win the triple crown) break his leg on the first turn at the Preaknes...and no...I didn't see it. The only time I really saw horses were when I was waiting in line and the horses were warming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not being able to see horses didn't make the Preakness bad. In fact there was much more interesting things to look at. In the infield where me and 50, 000 others stood, people were making quite the spectical of themselves. And I don't think any of them were even remotely interested in what was going on on the race-track. On a scale of 1-10 I give the whole event a 7. It had its ups, and its downs. I doubt I will ever go back, or atleast if I do I am sitting in the grand stand. But I am glad I went. It was something Ill never forget...so here for all of you who didn't go here is the top ten best and worst that Preakness had to offer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The bus that was taking us to the event broke down, and put us back almost 2 hours to arrive at the event.&lt;br /&gt;9.Once we arrived we had to wait in a line for almost 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;8. Breaking up a fight between some girl who was with us, but I didn't know, and some really gross guy with a tank top on and extremely hairy arms.&lt;br /&gt;7. Getting hit in the face with a big gulp...yeah I can laugh about it now, but it was annoying.&lt;br /&gt;6. People throwing full beers into the packed crowd, and one hitting A square in the head.&lt;br /&gt;5. Losing the people who we cam with...they had the coolers full of beer, and food.&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting lost by myself, and not knowing where the hell I was.&lt;br /&gt;3.Having my friend fall from atop a cooler, onto me because someone pushed him.&lt;br /&gt;2. The bus breaking down again, but this time on the way home, and while we waited it became obvious to us that our bus driver was lit.&lt;br /&gt;1. Having to get D and A to pull over so this girl could pull the trigger at a gas station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the BEST...I saved it for last...get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Making friends in line, and them letting me have all the free beer I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;9. finally getting to T, E, and G's spot and them cheering when we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;8. Watching 5 girls beat up a boy&lt;br /&gt;7. B and the shoe...&lt;br /&gt;6. Having great guy friends who would form a barrier around the girls so they could pee.&lt;br /&gt;5. Being with good friends, and pretending we still could party like we were in college.&lt;br /&gt;4. Letting everyone know that "we are the pirates of ECU!"&lt;br /&gt;3. Also letting everyone know that it was a "first down....PIRATES" even though we were at a horse race, and not a football game.&lt;br /&gt;2. C volunteering to walk all the way over to were they were seeling t-shirts, and buy me one, and I could just sit on the cooler.&lt;br /&gt;1. The bus ride home, and that mysterious gray cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you haven't been I suggest everyone try it once. Its an experience to say the least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114830672419835023?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114830672419835023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114830672419835023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114830672419835023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114830672419835023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-no-i-didnt-see-horse-break-his-leg.html' title='and no i didn&apos;t see the horse break his leg'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114804745958843332</id><published>2006-05-19T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T07:04:19.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Reality TV goes bad</title><content type='html'>No one probably saw the show I watched last night, and consider yourself lucky. it was the worst display of reality tv I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you are probably not aware (ok all of you prob have no idea) that America is now is search of the "Ultimate Cayote". No not the animal...the slutty girls that dance on the bar in the themed Cayote Ugly bars all over the US. And on CMT (thats Country Music Tele for you who don't know) they are looking for the next great Cayote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show falls short in more ways than one. Firstly there is the head Cayote...or she is the manager of all Cayotes or something. She is more like a drill sergeant, and she considers herself the Simon Cowell of the country music scene. She is rather mean to the girls, making most of them cry when they get the boot. That may be the only draw to this show...when the girls get kicked off and start bawling there eyes out because they don't get the job of slut #2 on the bar it is a little funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next these girls are so stupid...its like a really really really bad beauty pageant. They are all wearing underwear and cowboy boots, most of them have bikini tops on, and they girate there bodies around to "pour some sugar on me" They ask them questions like "What does being a cayote mean to you?" and the stock answers are always such b/s one girl actually said last night "my parents always told me that I wouldn't get anywhere unless I used my looks, and great body, so&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;i figured this would be the perfect place for me" Atleast she knows her place. Some of these girls were acting like being the "ultimate cayote" was comprible to being famous. When the reality of it is that as a cayote you are nothing more than a bartender, that dances on the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One girls mother was helping her pack for the audition, and as her mom packed her stuff, the girl threw a hissy, saying that the stuff her mom was packing was not "slutty" enough. If I said that to my mother she would slap my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show is too much. As a person who watches way too much reality tv this was even too much for me. Its scary because the reality of it is that there are really girls out there who act like this, and think that being a bartender, who also dances on the bar is a solid career choice. I hope the intent of this show was NOT to portray these women in a better light, because in so many ways they are only making them look worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114804745958843332?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114804745958843332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114804745958843332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114804745958843332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114804745958843332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-reality-tv-goes-bad.html' title='When Reality TV goes bad'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114788513173871873</id><published>2006-05-17T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T09:58:51.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a rant</title><content type='html'>Working in corporate America you realize very quickly that it is a mans world. And I am not suprised by this fact...I handle my own just fine thank you. However I am suprised at how some of these men act in their everyday business., and how incredibly inappropriate they can be at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I was on a sales call. I was doing my thing giving my best sales pitch, and really hitting it off with the client. As I was leaving the man walked me out, and said as we were leaving..."I think me and you should run off to the beach today...its a nice day, and my wife would never know!" I just smiled and said..."well...unfortunatly i left my swimsuit at home." I mean yes the man had sarcasm in his voice, and no i don't think he really wanted to get in the car and go to the beach, however i still think it was a bit innapropriate. and it made me uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was calling on a potential client (this time on the phone) and he was calling me sugar, and sweetie, and sweetheart. I really don't mind these terms...i really think it is more of a southern thing, and pretty harmless. Although as the conversation progressed he commented that I had a "sexy" voice. I really don't think its appropriate in a business situation that the word "sexy" should ever come up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i blowing things out of proportion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114788513173871873?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114788513173871873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114788513173871873' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114788513173871873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114788513173871873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/05/rant.html' title='a rant'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114770690353440249</id><published>2006-05-15T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T08:28:23.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first horse race</title><content type='html'>This weekend I will be headed to Preakness. If you don't know Preakness is the second race in the triple crown...if you have no idea what the triple crown is its the second race after the Kentucky Derby...if you don't know what the Kentucky Derby get out of that black hole you have been living in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im going to Preakness, and I couldn't be more excited. It is one of the biggest social events on the east coast...second only to Nascar, and I would assume the clientel would be a little more up my alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think of horse races big hats, and mint julips might come to mind, however i wont be wearing a hat, and my drink of choice will be Miller. I will be one of the assholes that only spent 40 dollars on there ticket to be in the infield. No seats, but you do get to bring your own cooler of beer, and snacks! We start the day at 8am...and apparently you go all day till about 8 pm. This will be a true test to see if I still have any of the drinking skills i aquired in my 5 years at ECU. No I won't be betting on any horses, but I am willing to bet that this girl will be hungover for the week to follow the race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114770690353440249?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114770690353440249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114770690353440249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114770690353440249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114770690353440249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-first-horse-race.html' title='my first horse race'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114709384900832359</id><published>2006-05-08T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T06:10:49.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/Budgies%20Graduation%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/Budgies%20Graduation%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/1600/Budgies%20Graduation%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/1951/320/Budgies%20Graduation%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 2 months later after the whole ordeal with B in the hospital he graduated college...it was a great weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114709384900832359?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114709384900832359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114709384900832359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114709384900832359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114709384900832359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-ending.html' title='A Happy Ending'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114668374652798391</id><published>2006-05-03T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T12:15:46.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ewww</title><content type='html'>I just called a man back who left me a  message on my voicemail about a billboard he was interested in. The message was in-audible, but I did manage to get his name, and his phone number. When I called him I asked him how he was and he replied..."im not doing too good" That kind of threw me off because usually people just respond "fine how are you?..." or something to that effect. Anyways..I could barely understand the man on the phone. So I asked him what his business was called and I swear the man said "ABC Foreskin" I asked him again what it was called, and again it sounded just like "ABC foreskin" Now I am hoping and praying that I have that name wrong, but I am also wracking my brain to think of other words that sound like foreskin, and I am at a loss...&lt;br /&gt;So I guess we will see because tommorow I have an appointment, at ABC foreskin...or whatever it is really called. My plan is this...if I drive up and the sign outside reads ABC Foreskin than I will kindly put my car in reverse and peel out of the parking lot as fast as my civic will take me. If someone has really named there business that then I am not mature enough to have them as a client.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114668374652798391?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114668374652798391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114668374652798391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114668374652798391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114668374652798391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/05/ewww.html' title='ewww'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114625962861662334</id><published>2006-04-28T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:27:08.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Today around 11 am I was sitting on my back porch talking on my phone. I get better reception outside of my home. So as I was chatting the FedEx guy came by...he stopped and we shared some words. As he was walking off he turned back around, and said "Man...It must be nice....wish I was having that kind of Friday!" I just smiled and said "yeah...it is a nice day". Honestly I had no clue what this guy was talking about...I thought he might have meant it was nice to be sitting outside on such a pretty day so I kind of just let it go. Then as I sat back down I realized I was sitting next to 3 empty Budweiser bottles...My FedEx guy thought I was getting blitzed on a Friday morning. But in reality...me and my roomate are just lazy about cleaning up after ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no Mr. FedEx man...im not a closet alcoholic, and I don't drink beer alone on Friday mornings...I mean really...isn't that why they invented mimosas, and bloody marys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114625962861662334?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114625962861662334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114625962861662334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114625962861662334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114625962861662334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/04/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114616216628275447</id><published>2006-04-27T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T11:22:46.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you have got to be kidding.</title><content type='html'>There are a few things in fashion that I NEVER thought we would see again. Some of those things include, but are not limited to...tapered pants, shoulder pads, banana clips, and athletic socks that came above the ankle...one thing I formely put in this list has however reemerged, and I am having a really hard time with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes in case you didn't know pleats will soon be everywhere. I got my latest InStyle yesterday and pleated pants, and shorts are apparently all the rage this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this girl will not be surcoming to the fad...Pleats do nothing for me. Maybe they work for you Nicole Richie...but not eating also works for you, and well....thats never been something thats worked out for me either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114616216628275447?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114616216628275447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114616216628275447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114616216628275447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114616216628275447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-have-got-to-be-kidding.html' title='you have got to be kidding.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114563251569879795</id><published>2006-04-21T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T08:15:15.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>they say its your birthday...</title><content type='html'>Today is Queen Elizabeths birthday, and I can't help but wonder....do you think people give her things like "Queen of it All" t-shirts for her birthday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114563251569879795?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114563251569879795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114563251569879795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114563251569879795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114563251569879795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/04/they-say-its-your-birthday.html' title='they say its your birthday...'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114563238720457621</id><published>2006-04-21T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T08:13:07.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillin, and Grillin</title><content type='html'>I am a winter girl through and through...I really think its my favorite season. Maybe its because I sweat constantly in the summer. Or maybe its because the second my hair senses humidity it is a mess....or maybe I just like cozy sweaters, and hot chocolate. But the one thing I hate about winter is you can't grill out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite passtimes is having, or attending a cook-out, and its just not the same in Winter. Its too cold, and Margaritas and Corona just don't go well with sweaters and boots. Now that spring is officially in the air,  it is the official season to drag out the grill and throw on some charcoal. Its supposed to be 83 degrees today, and to me anything fro 78-87 degrees is perfect grilling weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have my steaks in marinade, and I have a handle of tequila just waiting to get mixed with sour mix. If you are in the neighborhood and smell something good its probably our grill going. Stop by, but bring your own booze...heres to spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114563238720457621?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114563238720457621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114563238720457621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114563238720457621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114563238720457621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/04/chillin-and-grillin.html' title='Chillin, and Grillin'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114436820738790086</id><published>2006-04-06T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T17:03:27.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love a complimentary happy hour</title><content type='html'>Right now i am in HOT-lanta on business. I have spent the last two days riding with one of the senior sales reps, and the only other female sales reps in my company. awesome lady to be around...i really have learned a lot these past two days about selling, but she could stand to put the blackberry down from time to time, but anyways... it has been two very exhausting days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after days like these were you are just on the go from 8-6 non-stop i really can see why my father always would come home and have a drink after work. being on and charismatic for customers, or your boss, can be exhausting. and a girl needs a margarita, or a glass of wine at the end of a hard day. this was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had pretty much decided the only way I could get a drink was to walk to some bar after i checked into my hotel....upon arrival i figured out there were no bars, or even resteraunts close by. i was giving up the idea and then i walked into my hotel. behold...tons of people in the lobby holding glasses of wine, and ice cold beers, and munching on cheese, and apps! the girl at the front desk handed me my key, and said "have a nice stay, and please enjoy our complimentary happy hour". I wanted to jump over that counter and give her a hug. cheers to you front desk woman. you and your hotel rock...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114436820738790086?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114436820738790086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114436820738790086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114436820738790086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114436820738790086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-complimentary-happy-hour.html' title='i love a complimentary happy hour'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114427075461022164</id><published>2006-04-05T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T13:59:14.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an apology</title><content type='html'>to all those readers of the funny one i apologise for my absense lately. times got tough, but times are looking better, and my life is starting to be funny again. lets be honest my life never stopped being funny. in fact at the worst times it was my humor that brought me back to a normal state. thanks to all who make me laugh daily, monthly, weekly, bi-weekly, and randomly.  or those who provide a laugh track to my life...you all make me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114427075461022164?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114427075461022164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114427075461022164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114427075461022164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114427075461022164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/04/apology.html' title='an apology'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114122705205873163</id><published>2006-03-01T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T07:30:52.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real World Key West: First Impressions</title><content type='html'>So I have been watching the Real World since the beggining. Well maybe not the absolute beginning...I mean I was only 8, but I did used to sneak and watch re-runs of the former casts, and I probably have seen almost every single episode. And I know...its a guilty pleasure, but I would rather thing of it as me liking reality tv before liking reality tv was hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last nite of course I tuned into the new season...season 17...the Real World Key West. I was praying that it wouldn't be another Miami, that season bored me to tears, and I was hoping for a New Orleans, or Seattle...two of my favs in the past. And I think after the first show that we might be pleasantly suprised by this cast. Of course they are all beautiful, but we might have some good issues that will pop up this season. And here are some first impressions of the Real World Key West...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The House- OMG...this house is my favorite so far. It is absoulutly sick, and I think the nicest one to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roomies: I am going to give my first impressions of each roomate, and then in the end we will see how my first impressions panned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Svetlana- Russian, but really American girl who claims Russia. Very pretty....very young. I have a feeling she will hook up, and fall for either Zack, or John. She has a boyfriend of 3 years at home...I give that relationship 2 weeks to last while she is in Key West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John- Hand this boy a beer, because he will be drunk or hungover his entire stay in the Real World Key West. He will also probably hook up with Svetlana, and many many other girls in key West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach- I think he is a cutie. He has the potential to be a dumb boy...espcially because him and John have already become roomates, and I see butt buddies in their future.  Something about him makes me believe there is more to him than just drinking and girls...only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose- Well we won't see much of him this season...he seems way to nice, and normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janelle- I think she will be the one to keep it the most real. They have begun depicting her as a caddy bitch, but I think she seems to be the smart one of the bunch so far. She will probably be the one who rides in the cab to pick up drunk roomates the next day from jail, and pay the bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler- I see him and Janelle getting close because I don't think she will hook up with anyone in the house. I bet Tyler gets more ass than anyone in the house. And I also bet that he meets someone and holds down a quasi long relationship while in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula- Why did she come on this show...this girl has too many problems to be on tv. I think she will drive the roomates insane, and everyone will pretty much give up on her. Then she will attempt suicide, or try leaving the house, but she never will. She will just talk about it, and that will annoy me and most of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are my predictions...we will see what happens...you can find me every Tuesday at the the 10 spot...so don't call me then. I won't answer, and I won't answer afterwards either because i will be in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114122705205873163?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114122705205873163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114122705205873163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114122705205873163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114122705205873163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/03/real-world-key-west-first-impressions.html' title='The Real World Key West: First Impressions'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114116010597984736</id><published>2006-02-28T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T12:55:05.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dana Fisher</title><content type='html'>There is a woman that every day makes my life a little more stressful. Her name is Dana Fisher. Dana is the main contact for one of my biggest accounts. I talk to her almost everyday, or atleast every other day. However every time I call her she has no clue who I am. I spend the first 5 minutes of every phone conversation re-explaining who I am, and why I am calling. We have spoken probably 15-20 times before, yet she still is at a total loss of who I am when I call. Today Dana Fisher called me...and her message went as follows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, My name is Dana Fisher with the ____ _____. I am calling regarding a billboard that we have with your company. I was wondering if you could give me a call back at your earliest convenience...my number is ###-###-####. And again my name is Dana Fisher thats D A N A F I S H E R with the ______ _____. Thank you so much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did she give me her name twice and spell it she also gave me her phone number which I already have on file. Dana...what is the deal.?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114116010597984736?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114116010597984736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114116010597984736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114116010597984736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114116010597984736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/02/dana-fisher.html' title='Dana Fisher'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114113838272529030</id><published>2006-02-28T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T06:53:02.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gym friend or foe?</title><content type='html'>every morning between the hours of 6:30-8 you can find me at the gym...(just in case you were looking because I don't keep my cell phone with me, so you would have to find me at the gym) Anyways. So people at the gym in the morning are a pretty friendly bunch. Me..well I am still trying to wake up well into my work-out. But the other people there are the kind of people that have been up since 5 gotten there kids, or husbands off to school and work, and then when they hit the gym it is their "me" time, and this in turn makes them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning like clock work i try and get the Elliptical machine that is right in front of the Today show. The other options are Fox news...(no thank you) and ESPN....(ummm no) So the Today show is my favorite to watch while I get my work out on. Beside said Elliptical is a tread mill, and every morning like clockwork this man...prob late 50's is also getting his work out on. And somehow in the course of us both working out on side by side machines, well....we got to be work out buds. I would walk in (usually he had already started his workout before I arrived) and he would give me a nod across the room. Then he started by saying hello, and the next thing I knew we were taking off our head phones and chatting it up while treadmilling, and Ellipticaling. It was nice to have a familiar face at the gym every morning. But I will be honest when I am sweaty, burning calories I am not really into making any new friends. But since we shared common workout ground I figured what the hell...Ill give this guy a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about a week goes by and we are really forgeing a solid work-out-next-to-eachother-every-morning relationship. When last Thursday I got to the gym, and behold...someone had taken my Elliptical. I was forced to move to another one...in front of ESPN...ughh. As I stood back behind my work-out buddy, and his new friend I watched them both talking and laughing....like I had meant nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day I figured this was just a one time thing. I would be on the Elliptical today and we might even discuss the jackass that thought he could take my Elliptical. But here is where it gets weird...My workout buddy moved down a machine...! Putting an entire machine in between us. And he no longer nods, or says hello, or even acknowledges my prescence anymore. He just goes about his workout, and I go about mine. And yeah....its sad. But Im working through it. i just wish we had some kind of closure... I just can't get out of my head that it was something i did that made him move down a machine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114113838272529030?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114113838272529030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114113838272529030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114113838272529030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114113838272529030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/02/gym-friend-or-foe.html' title='gym friend or foe?'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114079122081944369</id><published>2006-02-24T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T06:27:00.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one about the Olympics</title><content type='html'>Ok I just don't get the olympics. I mean I get them, but some of the events I am just so amazed by how people even got involved in them in the first place. Like the luge. Who has a local luge that they can go to and get good at that? It is a huge tunnel made of ice. I don't think I have been anywhere that had a luge track....and i have been a lot of places. And what makes someone want to be good at that. its not like basketball, where you grow up watching Michael Jordan, and can head to the park and shoot hoops. I just don't get it. And please...don't even get me started about curling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and B were talking last nite as we were watching the aireal ski events...like how do people get enough balls to try that the first time? They slide down this really steep hill, (which in my opinion is scary enough) only to be met at the end by a 50 ft. ramp which sends them soaring into the air. And if that wasn't scary enough they have to land it...standing up! This one American who they call "speedy" did this thing called a "hurricane" which is apparently the most difficult thing ever attempted, its like 5 flips in the air, or something ridiculos like that...how did his coach talk him into doing that?? I can't even do a cartwheel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114079122081944369?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114079122081944369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114079122081944369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114079122081944369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114079122081944369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-one-about-olympics.html' title='Another one about the Olympics'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114072318756798085</id><published>2006-02-23T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T11:33:07.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one thing that made me laugh today</title><content type='html'>I saw a man today with a "tricked out" mo-ped/liquor sickle/DUI mobile. I swear this thing had fake rims, and was airbrushed blue and white. On the back was an airbrushed license that read "The Drifter". I guess this guy is just making the best out of a shitty situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114072318756798085?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114072318756798085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114072318756798085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114072318756798085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114072318756798085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-thing-that-made-me-laugh-today.html' title='one thing that made me laugh today'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114061829038205174</id><published>2006-02-22T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T06:24:50.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol Chat</title><content type='html'>So last nite was the first nite of American Idol...it is finally to the point where America can vote for who they love. thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nite started off strong, and then my girl Paris got up there, and sang her little heart out. For those of you who may have watched, but don't know who Paris is she sang "midnight train to georgia" Not only is this one of my favorite songs...and me and B's song, she tore it up, and got nothing but rave reviews from Randy, Paula, and Simon. I could have turned the tv off right there, and been happy voting for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the others you can tell will be leaving in a week or two. Mark my words that scary opera girl will be gone next week. While I was getting ready for bed I was wondering if even her parents would vote for her. And how did she make it this far? And why are her lips so weird, and just what was she thinking in general. Nobodys idol is an opera singer...at least not in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then as I was ready to vote for Paris, who came along but the last girl who's mother is a voice teacher....I don't know her name, she sang Streisand, and tore it up. Babs would be proud. Now Im at a loss on who to vote for, so every week I will vote for both. Its only fair. And I will pray that in the end its not just those two standing, because that kind of decision is one that I could never make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114061829038205174?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114061829038205174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114061829038205174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114061829038205174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114061829038205174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/02/idol-chat.html' title='Idol Chat'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114046168691043798</id><published>2006-02-20T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T10:54:47.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Warming...even Frosty is pissed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/44676"&gt;http://www.theonion.com/content/node/44676&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this article is a brilliant example of standing up for what one believes in...It just goes to show you that two eyes made out of coal, can still see that the weather is wack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114046168691043798?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114046168691043798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114046168691043798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114046168691043798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114046168691043798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/02/global-warmingeven-frosty-is-pissed.html' title='Global Warming...even Frosty is pissed.'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114045095157329989</id><published>2006-02-20T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T07:55:52.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 cents</title><content type='html'>I swear...whenever people come to town to visit it is like the good old college days all over again. Or atleast we try our hardest to make it that way. Thank God people only come back every so often. My body just can't handle the type of partying I used to be accustomed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night some friends were in town. We all started at BW3's for wings, and beers. Then onto a private party of some guy named Chuck...or Charlie, or something with a C. Either way I had no idea who this boy was, but ended up at the bar drinking his free beer. Thanks Chuck whoever you are...&lt;br /&gt;After the beer went dry we headed to the 519er to continue the party. That is when shots started to be taken, and thats where things get fuzzy. I really don't do shots anymore. I may take a tequila shot here and there from time to time, but thats the extent of it. But Saturday if there was shot being taken I was front and center. We went from tequila, to jager bombs, to georgia peaches, and then the clencher shot was the upside down pineapple cake shot. if you have never tried an upside down pinapple cake shot try one...it is absolutely delicious. however its so good, that you feel like you are eating dessert, not drinking alcohol. this makes the shot deadly. because when something tastes good you want more of it. and thats the problem i ran into saturday. it tasted so good going down, but seeing it again the next day....well it put that shot into a whole new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a lot of dancing saturday night, and when I woke up sunday morning i found a nickel stuck to my left boob, and a quarter stuck to my right. so i made 30 cents...somehow. it was a fun night though...the kind you can only have every so often. it's the kind of night that makes you miss college........... and then you wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114045095157329989?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114045095157329989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114045095157329989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114045095157329989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114045095157329989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/02/30-cents.html' title='30 cents'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114021507613778825</id><published>2006-02-17T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:24:36.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Hello Mr. Miller</title><content type='html'>If you haven't been watching the olympics...well you aren't missing much. However I do have one thing to say about the 2006 winter games...damn....no....double damn. Because in this years olympics there are some of the hottest atheletes I personally think America has ever produced. When people refer to America as "america the beautiful" there is a whole new meaning in 2006. One athlete that has caught my eye, and has made my stomach go flip flop is Mr Cutie Pants himself.. Bode Miller. (literally even typing his name makes me hot) If you don't know who this dreamsicle is google him right now.....i'll wait..............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god...isn't he such a dream!?! He is now doing Nike ads, so watch for his cute tight ass there. Otherwise you can catch my ski bunny Bode skiing his heart out for a gold in Torino. I hope he wins, only so I can see his Carolina blue eyes and svelt body on top of the medal stand. I think I may love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19669517-114021507613778825?l=thefunnyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/feeds/114021507613778825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19669517&amp;postID=114021507613778825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114021507613778825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19669517/posts/default/114021507613778825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyone.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-hello-mr-miller.html' title='Well Hello Mr. Miller'/><author><name>crice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728973323021875027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19669517.post-114002548382686404</id><published>2006-02-15T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T09:44:43.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tricks, hoes, and bling</title><content type='html'>So last nite I watched Hustle and Flow with two of my favorite people. And I have some things to say about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me begin by saying it wasn't that bad. Although it reminds me a lot of 8 mile, its really not bad. Terrance Howard gives a good portrayal of the wannabe rapper D-Jay from Memphis, and the movie even has a suprise ending, that I sure didn't see coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said I have had my fill of rap for a little while. Im not trying to diss rap, however its just not my favorite musical genre. I do like some rap...Chronic 2001 is one of my favorite CDs, I enjoy Jay Z And I enjoy Kanye...(his music, now in real life he acts like an idiot.) Anything that has good lyrics, and a decent beat I will listen to. However I can't stand music that is all about rims, tricks, and how big your diamonds are. I guess I was just raised to be modest about how much I had...not to sing about it in list form. In the movie Hustle and Flow the songs he sings have the following titles: "You know it's hard out here for a pimp", and "Whip that trick" It makes me giggle thinking about those titles...I mean who talks like that? And should these things really be played on the radio?? That being said I guess I could contradict myself....I mean I have never been, nor met a pimp, but Im sure it is hard, and when tricks start acting up I guess they should be whipped. I guess this pimpin, and trickin lifestyle is not one that I am used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would recommend Hustle and Flow, even if you don't like rap. I think it has some decent acting, that helps the story line out. Terrence Howard is definitly proving to be a versatile actor. Do I think he will win the oscar....prob not. 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