<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><?xml-stylesheet type='text/xsl' href='http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/mmm2008-07-24_12.50/rsspretty.aspx?rssquery=en-US;http%3a%2f%2fkalliopehouse.spaces.live.com%2fcategory%2fRantings%2b__x7%2bRavings%2ffeed.rss' version='1.0'?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:msn="http://schemas.microsoft.com/msn/spaces/2005/rss" xmlns:live="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" xmlns:dcterms="http://purl.org/dc/terms/" xmlns:cf="http://www.microsoft.com/schemas/rss/core/2005" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>кαℓℓι'ѕ тяєєнσυѕє: Rantings &amp; Ravings</title><description /><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/?_c11_BlogPart_BlogPart=blogview&amp;_c=BlogPart&amp;partqs=catRantings%2b__x7%2bRavings</link><language>en-US</language><pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 05:01:21 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 05:01:21 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>Microsoft Spaces v1.1</generator><docs>http://www.rssboard.org/rss-specification</docs><ttl>60</ttl><cf:parentRSS>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/feed.rss</cf:parentRSS><live:type>blogcategory</live:type><live:identity><live:id>2769575237163153219</live:id><live:alias>kalliopehouse</live:alias></live:identity><cf:listinfo><cf:group ns="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" element="typelabel" label="Type" /><cf:group ns="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" element="tag" label="Tag" /><cf:group element="category" label="Category" /><cf:sort element="pubDate" label="Date" data-type="date" default="true" /><cf:sort element="title" label="Title" data-type="string" /><cf:sort ns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" element="comments" label="Comments" data-type="number" /></cf:listinfo><item><title>The Wrong Side</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6712.entry</link><description> This morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.  Ever have one of those days?  I wish I didn't but I do.  Of course it sometimes gives me a free ticket to act like a burly pirate too... hehe.  But seriously, I am SO BORED today I could cry.  I have things I can do here at the office but none of them inspire me much.  Been sending out CVs with no response so far.  The one thing I was hoping for, didn't pan out either.  Kinda disappointing but I need to keep moving forward.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;THEN, I pop in here to find my damn blog's been spammed!  WTF?  Go away you fuckers! (sorry, had to write it).  Gawd, these 'people' who write this shit are retards and I just spend FOREVER trying to clean up old entries etc.  I probably STILL haven't got it all.  It's like hunting for dust bunnies in the dark... good luck!  So what the heck, figured I'd lay out an entry in my dust bunny-covered blog.  Actually, it's probably not the best time to write but I figured I needed a good rant and I haven't done so in a long lonnnnnnnnnng time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On the home front, things are peachy... except for my cats.  Simon is gonna get a boot to the head one of these days... Earlier this week, he knocked over a SEALED container of butter on the counter and proceeded to eat about the equivallent of 1/3 of a stick of butter.  I believe Oliver partook of it as well because when we got home they were both walking around ill-like and not coming near me either.  Especially Ollie.  He sat as far away as he could from me in the living room, staring at me but not moving for fear his guts would probably fall out.  Simon just slunk away and hid like the guilty little brat he is.  Needless to say, it was the first time in 3 years that NEITHER of them came to eat their dinner.  Nor did they eat much in the morning either.  But oh yeah, yesterday, when I came home from work, it was to find one room FULL of cat puke.  And to make matters worse, it was BUTTERY!  So I had to degrease AND de-smellify the damn room.  Then I cleaned out the litterbox which was full of buttery poo.  Annnnnnnnnnnnnd this morning cleaned up another pile of butter vomit.  Gawd, I do not wants kids EVER.  Oh well, they seem fine now as they ate their breakfast with gusto and Simon decided that going up on the counter to look for more people food is fine again.  I guess his pea-sized brain didn't recall the last 2 days of sick.  The little dork.  I was worried a few weeks ago that Simon might be sick... either a UTI or constipation.  Well I now know it isn't a UTI and if he had any probs with constipation, I'm sure the butter took care of that.  pffffft.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love the little buggers... but they are like dogs sometimes.  I've never seen cats so freaked out to eat people food...especially because I have NEVER fed them ANY people food.  I've been very strict about that, yet Simon has a penchant for it like some street cat who eats out of garbage pails.  eeeesh, teenagers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyhow, I would like to rant on about my work... but I have done that already in the past and I really don't need to repeat myself on the stupidity that is my day in purgatory.  At least I haven't seen the new guy around a lot lately.  So I have SPACE to breathe in my cell.  Fun times!  woot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These are the days that I want to run away.  Even for a week. But who's gonna pay the bills and feed the cat-dogs?  lol  Gosh, I sound like a grown up or some such silly thing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+The+Wrong+Side&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6712.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6712.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 18:56:48 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6712/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6712.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-08-20T18:56:48Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Funny Song</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6666.entry</link><description>

I think everyone has had this feeling before... lord knows I have.  

Just a little find on my trip in The SixtyOne.&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Funny+Song&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6666.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6666.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 22:36:47 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6666/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6666.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-06-02T22:36:47Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Miss Grumpypants</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6556.entry</link><description> 

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:'Comic Sans MS'" lang=EN-CA&gt;Today,
those jerks at work decided to tease me en masse about my smoking habit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cannot say enough times how I’m working on
quitting and their teasing and nagging DO NOT HELP the matter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I actually walked away from them and told
them I hated them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I kept walking away,
cranking up my iPod and ignoring them as I went.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;See, if you know me irl, you know, that is
NOT typical Jenn behaviour.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess they
picked the wrong day to be self-righteous fools.&lt;/span&gt;



&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:'Comic Sans MS'" lang=EN-CA&gt;I
came in afterwards and the receptionist, who is one of the culprits was
chuckling and saying how she always bugs me about my smoking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just kept walking up the stairs muttering
that the smokers are always the easy target and to please excuse me but me and
my black lungs need to get back to work.&lt;/span&gt;





&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:'Comic Sans MS'" lang=EN-CA&gt;One
of the agents who was there, came up to my office and apologised but stated
that he wasn’t one of the people cracking the jokes. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I told him NP… he’s lucky I like him as a
person… but then again, the people who DIDN’T say anything, didn’t stick up for
me either… (gawd I’m harsh today!) I mean, I’m not an ugly nasty bitch… I’m
already unhappy where I am, and when these people feel the need to give me speeches
about something that is NONE OF THEIR BUSINESS, I get upset.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I had a dollar for every time someone
opened their yack about my smoking, I’d be RICH.  Let me reiterate; I don't go to YOU and tell you you're fat, killing the environment with your SUV for one, or all the paper you throw out everyday and don't recycle.  I don't come into your home and judge you on your cleanliness, child rearing or your relationship with your spouse.  I say nothing about your drinking or eating habits either so PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:'Comic Sans MS'" lang=EN-CA&gt;Anyhow,
I know I’ve bitched about this several times… but the subject just doesn’t seem
to die with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wish it would.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, I know, it will when I quit right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t wait until I do ‘cause I won’t be
telling any of them!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, I probably
won’t tell anyone…except my mother, who prays for me all the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She at least deserves to know.&lt;/span&gt;





&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:'Comic Sans MS'" lang=EN-CA&gt;Time
to go… enough grouchies!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m actually
happy because it’s 4pm and almost time to leave the place… I am getting a ride
home with the BF, gonna make some dinner, watch some TV and just CHILL.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh yeah, and plan out our 4 day weekend!  &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:'Comic Sans MS'" lang=EN-CA&gt;Ahoy!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Miss+Grumpypants&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6556.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6556.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 21:11:20 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>4</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6556/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6556.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-03-19T21:11:20Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>This is the sick that never ends...</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6449.entry</link><description> Dear Immune System;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am tired of your antics and torture.  I would firmly ask that you shape up or trade places with a stronger version as I am tired of getting sick this winter.  This is now the 5th time this season that you have failed me and my body is not impressed.  In fact, not only have I been let down by your lack of efficiency, but my job, my family and my friends have all been deeply disappointed by you as well.  Your current state is not longer required and I would like to see noticeable improvement over the coming months or I shall be forced to take drastic measures.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't make me cleanse you!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank you for your understanding.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br&gt;Kalli&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+This+is+the+sick+that+never+ends...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6449.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6449.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 16:43:52 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>7</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6449/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6449.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-02-21T16:43:52Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Gettalife</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6402.entry</link><description> What has been keeping me so preoccupied lately?  Besides not wanting to write much in my blog?  Hmmmm long story I suppose.  Guess I had another little mess that I heard through the grapevine of something I said in my blog last month.  Seriously people!  &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline"&gt;I BARELY write in here&lt;/span&gt;.  If ya wanna lurk, and read my blab, and get all in a huffy, you seriously need to get a life.  Oh yeah, also, if someone has an &amp;quot;issue&amp;quot; with me, they should really confront ME about it, rather than being &lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;melodramatic&lt;/span&gt; about it and bleeding their wounds to people who have nothing to do with said &amp;quot;problem&amp;quot;.  Of course, I know what the REAL issue is, and that person is lying to themselves if they think it was something I wrote in my blog.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OKAY!!!  Enough on THAT crap.  I don't have time to be nasty, I just needed to address an issue.  My apologies to my other readers, I'm just frustrated, sorry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gonna go and start a separate entry regarding what REALLY interests me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Gettalife&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6402.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6402.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 22:19:58 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>4</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6402/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6402.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2008-01-30T22:19:58Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Pass I've Guessed</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6342.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;If there is one pet peeve of mine that seems to be a reoccuring thing, is passive-aggressive people.  I am so SICK AND TIRED of that crap!  ESPECIALLY when it comes from your employer.  WTH?  I had the ugliest migraine yesterday and stayed home from work like any SANE person would do.  What do I find when I come into work?  A massively disorganized pile o'CRAP on my desk of useless paperwork and items that I had stored away but SOMEONE didn't like where they were stored.  So instead of finding a home that was more to their liking, they left it on my desk in a disrespectful heap.  Did I say that these same items have ended up on my desk 3x over the last 2 months and every time I tell this person that if they are not going to be using said items, to take them home or to leave them in the only place we have space for them?  I work in a 9'x9' office space... we do not have much room for half the crap that is stored here, but that doesn't seem to bother this person.  I can only guess why it was thrown on my desk for th 4th time.  Prolly some client in here who she was trying to impress by saying she has a lackey to &amp;quot;clean up this mess&amp;quot;.  When essentially, the mess is HERS and I am not paid enough to be a babysitter or nag.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Why do I stay?  I currently have my reasons.  One of them is a possible mortgage application.  But we won't discuss that now because I don't wish to jinx things.  (-;  shhhhhh!!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, today is only a half day as I have a wee course to take this afternoon at the Baord, so at least I shall have respite.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;BREEEEEEEEEATHE.  Okay, thanks for listening!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Pass+I've+Guessed&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6342.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6342.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2007 16:26:53 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>6</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6342/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6342.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-11-21T16:26:53Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Some Assembly Required</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6319.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;Okay so I watched Heroes the other night, in about 7 parts, but I watched it none-the-less.  Yup, it was GOOD.  I am so glad that they are tightening up the story lines and making it more exciting.  Chuck-go to &lt;a href="http://www.canada.com/globaltv/video/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Global TV &lt;/a&gt;online and you can catch the shows you missed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Of course, now that the writer's strike is on... who knows where all my favourite shows will end up.  Seems like the only thing I can be sure of is Amazing Race... Why not Survivor?  Well, because I am tired of it.  OMG YES I WROTE THAT.  Okokok, I WILL watch it if I am home and feeling like a good dose, but in the end, I am tired of watching them put ignorant folk on who've never seen the game before and who have been CASTED like a regular TV show for the &amp;quot;part&amp;quot;.  It's in it's 15th season and I am looking for the bar to be upped a bit...which I don't see happening.  I almost WANT to see people who are pure fans of the show on there.  What would be more interesting that actually watching people who study the game, know how it's played and have to come up with new and better strategies to win?  The game should become more sophisticatedly involved, not dumbed down with foolish players!  Ah well... television is written for the masses, and the masses are stupid.  hehe, oh yeah, I said that too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm going to a play tonight instead of gelatinating in front of the tube.  Should be a good time because it's opening night, I have a free ticket, and then free food and wine after the show.  I love having connected friends!  Git me some culture eh?  The play is about a nurse in the 1920's who ends up on the east coast of Canada practising her field.  It's called, &lt;a href="http://www.pte.mb.ca/plays/current/plays4.htm?season=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Tempting Providence&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Then, later on this month, the PTE's improv group will be performing.  So more theatre for me and more fun times ahead.  Much better than staying at home... especially because the weather sucks rocks now as we enter our dark times of winter.  This is when hibernating becomes an option and you go to work in the dark, and come home in the dark as well.  Okay, not EXACTLY the dark, but the sun sits so much lower on the horizon that the mornings are always twilighty-grey and by the time I leave work between 4.30-5pm, the sun is on it's way to setting.  This IS the Great White North my friends.  At least after mid-December, the days start getting longer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As my final blab of the blog today, I just want to slam the big studios out there for calling the writers &amp;quot;greedy&amp;quot;, for holding back on what they deserve over the last 20 years and for acting like they shouldn't get a piece of the pie for all the digital media out there.  When executives start calling other people greedy, they really need to see the other 3 fingers pointing back at them in their shiny, high-gloss, silver mirrors of money.  Perhaps the glare off the Armani suits they don each day are blinding them to the truth of the matter.  Maybe they'll have to take one less trip to the plastic surgeon this year for that botox treatment... q'uelle damage!!  Or perhaps that gold-plated desk set will have to be put on hold for another year.  Bummer.  Writers are the backbone of your industry and it's a cryin shame that they are being treated like they don't deserve the small amount they are asking for, the small amount they &lt;em&gt;deserve&lt;/em&gt;.  For Pete's sake, they took a pay cut for you thieving fools 20 years ago!  (insert Kalli-growl here)  As much as it's going to sting for my fave shows like Lost, I think that the writers should fight for what they deserve and I stand behind them.  I think Damon Lindelof, one of the co-creators of Lost, said it best in a recent article in the NY Times.  Click &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/11/opinion/11lindelof.html?_r=4&amp;amp;ref=opinion&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;oref=login&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;oref=slogin" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to read it.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Have a Smurfy day kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Some+Assembly+Required&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6319.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6319.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 16:43:02 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>4</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6319/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6319.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-11-15T16:43:02Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>That's MIZ Poopy-Pants to YOU</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6298.entry</link><description> Ever have one of those days/weeks etc. where you just don't want to
cooperate?  Where you just feel tired of catering to other people's
whims?  Where you suddenly feel that you don't want to please everyone
you know and attend to their happiness factor?  Where you sit there an think, &amp;quot;when is it MY turn to be catered to??&amp;quot; When you just feel like you don't want to do ANYTHING at ALL?  Not that I feel everyone's happiness my
responsibility, but hopefully you know what I mean.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;I know am not responsible for other people's feelings, so please don't comment about that.&lt;/span&gt;  I am evolved enough to have knowledge of these things.  But I'm talking about just being able to get along and play well with others.  Sometimes, it's just an effort I don't feel like doing.  It sounds horrid really... even worse when I look at it in print!  It's like some dark, secret, evil little confession that I am making to the world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank goodness most of my readers don't know me personally!  LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyhow,
I just feel sometimes like I don't want to be &amp;quot;reasonable&amp;quot; and
&amp;quot;diplomatic&amp;quot;.  Sometimes I just want to be a shit-disturber and that's
all there is to it.  I never USED to feel this way.  I was always the
&amp;quot;life of the party&amp;quot; type girl.  The one who enjoyed making people laugh
and tried to make sure everyone was included and having a good time. 
Waitaminute.  Okay, Okay, I STILL do that once in awhile... but
sometimes I just stop, and don't give a care.  WHY is that???  It's not
even that I don't &lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt; per se... it's more that I just feel &lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;
perhaps?  Or maybe it's that I don't feel the need to &amp;quot;perform&amp;quot; for my
friends?  It could also be that there is a drop of mental exhaustion in
there as well.  Some days, I just feel &amp;quot;off&amp;quot; and I don't have the
energy to fake it.  Orrrrrrrr maybe I feel I don't NEED to fake it for
my friends anymore?  Or sometimes, I think I just want to be a brat and
stir the pot.  lol&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here's a perfect example; this weekend we celebrated Noni's birthday. (Happy B-day again girl)  So a big lot of us went to a restaurant of the b-day girl's choice to have some dinner.  I FINALLY got to see some of the girls whom I haven't spoken to in quite some time.  One of them has met a fab guy, is totally in love and happy-happy.  Which in turn, I am thrilled for her.  But when they both tell me they're going to Cuba this winter, I make some snide comment on how they're supporting Castro's evil regime... (yeah I know, ha ha) And when her BF tells me that they would rather support the workers etc. I just make another sarcastic comment like, &amp;quot;If that's what you want to believe to make it easier on you.&amp;quot;  OMG WTF IS WRONG WITH ME!!???  Talk about RUDE.  It's like, I can SEE myself from a distance, the cutting words falling from my mouth like daggers, and I feel I have no control to stop them from flying!  I NEVER used to be like that.  It just seems that now, I just speak out loud whatever is in my crazy head and I don't care who it's to!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Is this a good thing?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Is this a bad thing?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do I need psychiatric help!???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Alright, so that's a bit extreme.  I apologised later and cracked a self-effacing joke to them... not like they looked overly offended by my original comments either... they're both smart people with witty senses of humour anyhow.  But I just felt like an ass afterwards.  I mean, this is the first time I get to meet her dude and I practically insult him!  (Insert head-shaking and slapping here)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So what's the dealie?  Maybe with age I'm just becoming less-tolerant and more confident to say what's REALLY on my mind?  In general, I find this to be a good quality... of course, one must put a filter on in public so as not to make your friends/guests etc uncomfy.  It's just common sense!  I guess I was just peckish from the need to eat... yeah, that's it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know the other issue!  I haven't been ranting enough in my blog!  HA!  This used to be my main channel of a place to just puke up all the crap I want to bitch about and that's that.  But lately, I haven't been keeping up my end of the show.  I've taken the pressure off my head to blog every single day, as I simply don't have the time for it.  But I made the promise to myself that I would definitely get in here more often than I have been in the last 6 months.  So I will just have to get out some of those rants in here again.... It will most likely help me feel WAAAAAAY better.  Plus, in my &amp;quot;non-caring&amp;quot; mode, I don't care WHO reads it and what they think... it's for me in the end, not them.  (oh the nastiness is oozing back out again...watchout!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So that's me... all funny/witty/mean/silly/talkative/quiet/creative/insane me.  A walking dichotomy... how FUN!!  But dichotomy is two... well usually anyhow... and there's more than just two sides to me.  hmmmm  Ah well, you get the gist of it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm going to eat lunch now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+That's+MIZ+Poopy-Pants+to+YOU&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6298.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6298.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 17:57:40 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>5</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6298/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6298.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-11-12T17:57:40Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Transforminating</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6218.entry</link><description> Okay so I FINALLY saw Transformers... via rental the other day.  I loved the CG etc. etc.  Totally wild... but the story sucked rocks.  My thoughts regarding this film are;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why work so hard to make something look real, and then neglect the real stuff and make it so fake?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(sigh)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PS:  Thanks everyone for your comments on the &amp;quot;Value&amp;quot; blog.  It has been very helpful!  I knew I could count on your brains for this!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Transforminating&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6218.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6218.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Oct 2007 16:07:54 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>10</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6218/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6218.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-10-18T16:08:55Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Don't Talk To Me While I'm Reading!</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6196.entry</link><description>You know, on the bus, (or wherever) when you sit and read a book, and someone sits next to you and starts talking to you?  Don't you hate that!!??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I took a hiatus from reading in September while I was ill and didn't read my book.  Now I have a lot of catching up to do and for the short 15 minutes that I ride the bus to work, I read.  So this weird guy sits next to me yesterday and asks what I'm reading.  I smile kindly, tell him, and he starts off on the philosophy behind my books and how his ex-wife was related to the author.  Yes, yes, that's nice... I go back to reading.... THEN HE KEEPS TALKING TO ME!!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;DUDE!!!  Stop it!!  LOL  Seriously, I don't wanna be a snot, but c'mon.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ask me what I'm reading!  Ask me if it's a good book!  I don't care!  But don't have a whole convo with me about your ex-wife and how you can't read those kinds of books because they are too deep!  pfffftlmao&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;eeesh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's great that people show interest, and yeah, I'm probably being a bit harsh, but it's the morning.  My speaking skills are at a low, and my brain can only handle one thing at a time.  Like right now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyhow, time to fly!  Perhaps the creepy little Jr. High boy that is always at my stop will finally cease to walk circles around me.  Oh how I love public transit!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;:-PPPPP&lt;br&gt;Need&lt;br&gt;More&lt;br&gt;Coffee!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;arrggh&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Don't+Talk+To+Me+While+I'm+Reading!&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6196.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6196.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Oct 2007 13:04:11 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>9</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6196/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!6196.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-10-11T13:04:11Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>NO!</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5818.entry</link><description>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://blufiles.storage.live.com/y1pgJ28o0tLgqMDhKNODWS-EYYNrf-q0o-dLOkixz_d5_sSK4Wb3UKdQM9dJs5lXwgut48Fklc9GSo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;Leave them in the garden, where they were meant to be.  These are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#c00000"&gt;NOT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fashion, they are ugly, clunky-chunks of crayola-coloured plastic that make your feet look 10 sizes too big.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;pffft&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=center&gt;Feel free to join the anti-croc movement and paste this in your blog too.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=center&gt;Want more anti-croc propaganda?  Visit &lt;a href="http://ihatecrocsblog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr height="8"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://blufiles.storage.live.com&amp;#47;y1pLMC0BEZ6oBJ5NgNq5qlbq-b_WXP3w6OWecEf4Ksn3KCSjedoFibF4mEsKaZ0swiP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.live.com&amp;#47;items&amp;#47;266F82011DD3F743&amp;#33;5820&amp;#58;thumbnail" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+NO!&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5818.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5818.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 15:01:24 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>8</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5818/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5818.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-08-02T15:01:24Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Fans?</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5776.entry</link><description>Apparently they have NOT fixed our A/C at the office and need a part of some sort.  So once again, I suffer.  Oh woooooooooe is meeeeeeeeee... blah blah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But I'm alone today, so I take joy from that.  HA!&lt;img src="http://shared.live.com/QGncRMHLLpIcOfCh--4aMA/emoticons/smile_teeth.gif" title=Open-mouthed alt=Open-mouthed style="vertical-align:middle"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Fans%3f&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5776.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5776.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 14:47:26 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>8</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5776/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5776.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-07-25T14:47:26Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>MSN Spaces is haunted</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5748.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;Once again MSN, THANK YOU from the bottom of my lower intestine for messing with our blogs and screwing up all my lists etc.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;(Insert stomping and raging here) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+MSN+Spaces+is+haunted&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5748.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5748.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jul 2007 19:13:57 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>6</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5748/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5748.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-07-19T19:13:57Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>50 Ways</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5728.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-style:italic;color:rgb(255, 0, 0)" size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;50 Ways To Leave Your Lover&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif"&gt;(Paul Simon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
              &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif"&gt;
              The problem is all inside your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif"&gt;
              She said to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif"&gt;
              The answer is easy if you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif"&gt;
              Take it logically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif"&gt;
              I’d like to help you in your struggle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif"&gt;
              To be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif"&gt;
              There must be fifty ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif"&gt;
              To leave your lover&lt;/span&gt;
            &lt;p&gt;She said it’s really not my habit &lt;br&gt;
              To intrude&lt;br&gt;
              Furthermore, I hope my meaning&lt;br&gt;
              Won’t be lost or misconstrued&lt;br&gt;
              But I’ll repeat myself&lt;br&gt;
              At the risk of being crude&lt;br&gt;
              There must be fifty ways&lt;br&gt;
              To leave your lover&lt;br&gt;
              Fifty ways to leave your lover
            &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
              You just slip out the back, Jack&lt;br&gt;
              Make a new plan, Stan&lt;br&gt;
              You don’t need to be coy, Roy&lt;br&gt;
              Just get yourself free&lt;br&gt;
              Hop on the bus, Gus&lt;br&gt;
              You don’t need to discuss much&lt;br&gt;
              Just drop off the key, Lee&lt;br&gt;
              And get yourself free
            &lt;p&gt;She said it grieves me so&lt;br&gt;
              To see you in such pain&lt;br&gt;
              I wish there was something I could do&lt;br&gt;
              To make you smile again&lt;br&gt;
              I said I appreciate that&lt;br&gt;
              And would you please explain&lt;br&gt;
              About the fifty ways
            &lt;p&gt;She said why don’t we both&lt;br&gt;
              Just sleep on it tonight&lt;br&gt;
              And I believe in the morning&lt;br&gt;
              You’ll begin to see the light&lt;br&gt;
              And then she kissed me &lt;br&gt;
              And I realized she probably was right&lt;br&gt;
              There must be fifty ways&lt;br&gt;
              To leave your lover&lt;br&gt;
              Fifty ways to leave your lover&lt;hr style="width:100%;height:2px"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;Don't ask, I woke up in a &amp;quot;mood&amp;quot; again and decided to post the lyrics as this is the song that was running through my head this morning.  There's only a few people who would know why as well.  So if you're reading this, I just hope you understand what was twirling through the mind of your friend. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+50+Ways&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5728.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5728.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 14:24:30 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5728/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5728.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-07-17T14:24:30Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Satan's Tool aka Facebook?</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5707.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;It's been a long time since I just sat down to rant and complain about something in this here blog o'mine.  Perhaps that means that I've been a happy bean of late?  hmmmmm Lemme think on that one...  Okay, sorta.  But also, a lot of the stuff I would be ranting of may &amp;quot;offend&amp;quot; some of my casual readers aka irl friends so I keep my fingers away from the keyboard in regards to certain subjects.  But who knows... I've been pretty ticked lately with things and I may have to just let loose and let the cards fall where they may.  (insert evil hiss here)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Speaking of evil and hissing, (nice seguay I know), I want to have a little sound-off on that heinous thing called Facebook.  Ohhhh where do I start?  There are so many things I can say about that place that my cup runneth over.  Let me make &lt;strong&gt;one thing clear &lt;/strong&gt;to all of you fans of the &amp;quot;Tool&amp;quot;; In the proper hands, it can be a handy thing to use and meet folk with ok?  I am not saying that EVERYONE who uses Facebook are Satan's minions... just some of them.  So don't get your undies in a knot and think I'm slamming you personally if you use this thing.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;To use or not to use Facebook, that is the question.  On Friday I sat with my friends at C&amp;amp;M and discussed this well-used tool.  I have to say, that Eddie, Noni &amp;amp; Geo brought up some great points to using this site for &amp;quot;good&amp;quot;.  They almost convinced me that I should sign up and join in the adventures.  That's pretty powerful considering my mind has been set on never using that thing.  I have heard so many stories about it from frustrated friends who didn't appreciate others posting photos or comments about them on their profiles etc.  Then again, I've heard some good things about the user groups and great connections.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;My biggest qualm is the fact that I have a difficult enough time as it is maintaining this blog.  Do I really need something else to capture my time online?  Do I really need to open my personal life even more online?  You may argue that I already do in my blog.  BUT!  The difference between here and there, is that here, I am more annonymous... there... well people can look me up via my name, school etc.  Yes, I now understand that you can lock your profile up like Fort Knox and only allow those I wish to view this, that or another thing.  This point impressed me of course, but I am still on the fence about whether or not I wish to join the millions.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Perhaps it's my whole &amp;quot;sheep&amp;quot; theory that really bugs me.  I don't always like doing stuff just because everyone else is.  Is that so bad?  Why must I have a Facebook profile just to contact people I haven't seen in a thousand years?  I certainly wouldn't do it to connect with old classmates... because seriously, the majority of them I could care less if they found me or not.  High school was not the &amp;quot;best years of my life&amp;quot; and I would rather forget most of that time.  Plus, if you really cared about me (Like Noni) you would have stayed in touch.  hehe  Yeah, I know, I'm mean that way, but whatever.  Do I WANT old flames etc. finding me online?  Not particularily.  Do I even want to give them the &lt;em&gt;opportunity&lt;/em&gt; to locate me?  Not really.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;YES I KNOW I CAN MAKE MY PROFILE PRIVATE!  hehe  But I am still not convinced completely.  Perhaps I will sign up there and blog about my adventures.  I am willing to admit that I was wrong if that is the case.  I mean, my friends brought up strong arguments FOR the whole thing, and I am willing to listen to them.  Yeah, I'm stubborn, but not stupid.  I also find it funny that all my IRL friends spend time on that site and they all talk about it constantly.  When for most of them, I have to pull hairs from their eyebrows to drop by a blog.  Owwwww oh that hurt.  I am just being facetious... grrrrr  Gimme more coffee dammit!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough being a meanie.  So who here has a Facebook profile and how much time (honestly) do you spend there?  Do you feel it's an overall GOOD thing or EVIL thing?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I'm just curious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Satan's+Tool+aka+Facebook%3f&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5707.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5707.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 13:14:36 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>7</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5707/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5707.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-07-16T13:14:36Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Official</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5486.entry</link><description>Okay, so I am writing this from my desk at work and don't give a flying 'hoot' who sees this or can see it or WHATEVER.  It's official; I hate my job.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm going to go and nurse my surging blood pressure now.  I just needed to type it, shout it, and claim it.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been taking some baby steps to doing this, but now it's done.  It's time to go hunting with a vengeance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BLEH&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Official&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5486.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5486.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2007 15:45:13 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>6</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5486/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5486.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-06-05T15:45:13Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Just Thinkin'</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5458.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;I know, I know, I must have SOMETHING to rant about!!  I do, seriously!  I have plenty!!  I get ticked at one thing or another every day or so... sometimes 10x a day even!  hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;My latest pet peeve; Little buggers who are under the age of 16 who get away with crime.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;You can't tell me that a 14 year old doesn't know what they're doing when they deface a building or decide to hold a knife to someone's gut.  This so-called &amp;quot;Young Offenders Act&amp;quot; in Canada makes me ill.  They need to revise it and revise it ASAP.  Those little brats know damned well that they are committing a crime and they will get away with it because the &amp;quot;law&amp;quot; will protect them.  You know what I'm talking about, the ole &amp;quot;slap-on-the-wrist-feel-some-shame-now-go-home-and-think-about-what-you-did&amp;quot; BS.  More like, &amp;quot;go home and think of another way to commit a felony without getting caught, and if you do... meh&amp;quot;.  Then you got the &amp;quot;adults&amp;quot; getting the &amp;quot;kids&amp;quot; to commit these crimes because they KNOW that the kids'll get away with it!  Makes me sick.  S-I-C-K!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;#1 these young upstarts are well aware that they won't be feeling much consequence for their crimes and #2 the so-called adults who raise these kids aren't helping the system either by never putting limitations on these kids.  I am using &amp;quot;limitations&amp;quot; loosely of course.  It encompasses a whole wack of things like, ohhhhhhhhh I dunno, DISCIPLINE perhaps?  ugh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What ticked me off recently were the little turds who were out past 11pm on a weeknight last week who were trying to knock over the portable toilet outside my building.  kk, stop laughing, I know.  (snicker)  There's been construction on my street for the past couple of weeks and unfortunately my corner has been blessed with the ever-loved &amp;quot;poop shack&amp;quot; that the workers have set up nearby... nearby being below my apartment window.  (Yeah, you can all be jealous now... lol)  ANYWAYZ, the first week it was up, someone knocked it over and it lay there the whole weekend until the guys came back on Monday.  Then, the other night when PD and I were chillin, I heard this loud banging and yelling and looked out my window.  What did my eyes behold?  About 3-4 little brats banging and kicking the &amp;quot;shack&amp;quot; and trying to topple it over.  I was pissed off because a) I don't want sewage spewing out on the sidewalk below my suite and b) those kids are the exact type of trouble that ticks me off to no end.  So I called the cops on them.  Yeaaaaaah, the pirate called the authorities.  HA!  MY turf ya little wankers!!  So the police sent a car down to look around but by the time they showed the wieners had taken off without managing to knock over the shack.  What gets my goat as well is that people were WALKING BY and not saying ANYTHING to them!!  I mean, WHY NOT?  We don't live in some city where you live in fear of some stupid children... not yet anyhow... at least I don't think so.   I guess I just don't understand how people can walk by and allow that type of defacement of public property.  Don't they get that THEY pay the taxes that PAY the companies who do that work?  Don't they get that all those dollars go up when crap like this happens?  Don't they get that the more they &amp;quot;allow&amp;quot; little brats like that leeway the uglier our neighbourhood looks??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OMG, I just thought of something else... I'm sounding like my father.  (sigh)  Growing up is a bitch.  LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Needless to say, I think they need to put a curfew out for kids under the age of 18.  I don't see why they don't with the crimes getting more and more ridiculous out here.  I mean, people are not dying all the time, but it's the &amp;quot;little&amp;quot; things... like tagging and graffiti.  Don't get me wrong, I love some types of graffiti, the kind that is ART.  Not some lame-assed ugly tag that is scrawled across every second building down 3-4 blocks.  The breaking of glass at the bus shelters or shop windows, setting fires to abandoned buildings (there has been a rash of it lately, ALL done by kids under 16!!)  It comes down to the blatant disrespect for other people's property.. period.  Our city has some of the highest rates of car theft by MINORS in the COUNTRY.  I just don't understand why our city/provincial leaders don't clue in to the fact that MAYBE some of this could be curbed if these twits were not allowed on the streets after 11.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In essence a curfew is really just a band-aid for the real problems, but perhaps it will start making at least &lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; of these kids think &lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt; before running around at all hours... and perhaps &lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; of these parents who don't seem to understand what PARENTING means, will get tired of picking up their spawn at the local police stations all the time for breaking curfew.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, that's my rant.  Been awhile... I'm gonna go watch some BritTV, finish my book and get some sleep.  Thanks everyone for dropping by even though the pickins have been thin.  I appreciate it muchly!  I'm hoping to get some time to visit you as well... Perhaps this writer's block thing is a plague... eep.  Sure hope not!  Anyone got an antidote?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Just+Thinkin'&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5458.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5458.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2007 03:18:25 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>5</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5458/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5458.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-05-30T03:18:25Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>WHAT THE F#*@$&amp;@%#&amp;*%#??</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5196.entry</link><description>I HATE THIS PLACE!!!  For some RETARDED reason I went into the Customize section to add a module and instead it decided to DELETE all my custom colours etc!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You don't know how mad I am right now.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I swear, I am THIS CLOSE to leaving Live Spaces and going someplace where I have more control.  IGNORE THIS SHITE for now, as I have to spend my dinnertime FIXING it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;F-word, S-word etc etc etc&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+WHAT+THE+F%23*%40%24%26%40%25%23%26*%25%23%3f%3f&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5196.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5196.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2007 21:01:49 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>4</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5196/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5196.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-04-27T21:01:49Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Probs</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5180.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;I'm having some issues with Spaces again.... is anyone else finding problems?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;grrrrrrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Probs&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5180.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5180.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2007 13:23:46 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>5</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5180/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5180.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-04-26T13:23:46Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Somedays...</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5030.entry</link><description>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some days that I just feel like THIS:&lt;/em&gt; 
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://p6.piczo.com/img/i50573609_14676_6.gif"&gt; 
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;(thanks goes to &lt;a href="http://dragonlady05.spaces.live.com/"&gt;Dragonesse&lt;/a&gt; for this one)&lt;/font&gt; 
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;Seriously... I get so frustrated with people that I just wanna go ballistic!  Not that I would &lt;strong&gt;EVER&lt;/strong&gt; try to kill a human bean... this little animation is about as far as it would ever get.&lt;/font&gt; 
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;But you know what I mean right?  There are &amp;quot;those days&amp;quot;.&lt;/font&gt; 
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;I wonder if I can leave work early today... hmmm  I need some reading therapy and some photo therapy.  I still haven't posted all the photos from my last walk.  Now I'm about to take another one and here I go again... LOL  I never said I wasn't a procrastinator... or did I?  Well even if I didn't, I was going to!&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;Then again... there are days when I feel like the little dude who's getting the crap kicked outta him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Somedays...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5030.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5030.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2007 19:01:01 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>8</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5030/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!5030.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-04-12T19:12:31Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Earthquake!!!</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4970.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Interesting week... short week... I LIKE that. Yesterday, work sucked. It was full of drama and too much mental retardation. There are days when I am serious about running away like a mad woman. There are days when I sit at this desk, and wonder what the office would do if I suddenly let out a primal scream. There are days when I just intrinsically know, that this is &lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; where I want to be next year. Don't worry, I'm working on it. Baby steps people.... baby steps.
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&lt;br&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://mitchellero.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A823C3327A2AD5C6!598.trak"&gt;Mitchellero's&lt;/a&gt; blog today regarding his reactions to a &amp;quot;forbidden love affair&amp;quot; that was posted on a couple of blogs late last year. Gotta tell ya, it made me ill. (Not Mitch-the other blogs he mentioned (-;) It made me get into one of my passionate rants at lunchtime, and poor Miss K and Lady L were prolly ready to slap me silly with my impassioned rantings. As I have stated earlier in other blog entries, I have NO tolerance for people who can't &lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;AT LEAST&lt;/span&gt; have the &amp;quot;decency&amp;quot; to leave the one they are with before starting up with another. Don't get me started on the wee facts that if you have made a commitment to someone, you should keep your promises... I don't understand why people don't GET the fact, that you only receive out of a relationship what you put IN to a relationship. I mean, I understand, there are assholes out there who treat their sig others like poo. I am not talking about these people. I am talking about a regular relationship... (whatever regular is.. lol) But hopefully, dear readers, you are understanding my &amp;quot;drift&amp;quot; here. I'm not talking about people who are in abusive relationships in other words. Not that I believe that is a free ticket to cheat on a spouse either. There is NEVER a good reason to cheat on someone. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;N-E-V-E-R&lt;/span&gt; I am so very tired of listening to people complain about their spouses and how they try to justify affairs with the opposite sex, simply because they state that they &amp;quot;fell out of love&amp;quot; with the person they married. These are oftentimes the same misguided people who think love is what the movies tell us it is. Idiots.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am always amazed at how people justify their narcissistic, self-serving attitudes by saying &amp;quot;I wasn't happy with him/her&amp;quot; or, &amp;quot;The relationship was dying&amp;quot; or, &amp;quot;I was feeling so alone&amp;quot;. Blah blah blaaaaaaaaah. Well if things were like that, don't you think you are 50% responsible for that/correcting that!!?? If the relationship is suffering, do something to fix it!! You think love is just a bunch of butterflies fluttering around in your chest? eesh. Go back to high school if you think that. Don't make a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;life-long&lt;/span&gt; commitment to someone, AKA marriage, if you don't understand the full implications of the vows you are making. It's always funny that people don't understand what damage they are doing until it's done to them... if ever. Sometimes, I just want to take these types, and shove all the feelings of &lt;span style="color:rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;betrayal&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:rgb(51,51,0)"&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;hurt&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:rgb(0,0,128)"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;anger &lt;/font&gt;and just plain &lt;span style="color:rgb(128,0,128)"&gt;depression&lt;/span&gt; I felt when it was done to me, into their pathetic, crap-filled minds. This is why this behaviour is selfish full stop. There is no other reason for a person to stray from their spouse like that. You are either IN or OUT. There is no, &amp;quot;having-your-cake-and-eating-it-too&amp;quot; attitude when it involves matters of the heart. If you &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; loved someone, you wouldn't purposely go out and do this to them. When you are married, you have made the decision to think of someone else besides just yourself. PERIOD.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh! And here is my &amp;quot;favourite&amp;quot; one; The &amp;quot;emotional&amp;quot; cheaters. (I'm about to get pummelled with a bunch of PC-types about this one) They are always the toughest nuts to crack because they sometimes honestly think they are doing no harm to their relationships or they cover it up with words like, &amp;quot;just friends&amp;quot; etc. etc. They lie to themselves, to their spouses, to their families, and did I say they lie to themselves? They pretend they are just being a &amp;quot;good friend&amp;quot; to someone of the opposite sex... or they claim the same person is just a good listener or whatever. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic"&gt;THESE&lt;/span&gt; types hang out a lot online. But it still happens irl as well. There are many people who like to paint this one with their huge &amp;quot;politically correct&amp;quot; brushes and act like it's all safe, fine and dandy for someone who's married to be hanging out &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;bonding&lt;/strong&gt; with a member of the opposite sex. (ie)It's like, sewwww ooookaaaay for a married guy to be telling all his probs to a single woman.... for hours... and hours on end. &lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;Emotionally bonding&lt;/span&gt; with this person because they are &amp;quot;such a great person&amp;quot;. pffft. There's a line here people!! If what you talk about, and do with another person would hurt YOU if &lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; spouse did it to you... then why you doing it to them? Because you have control? Because you are &lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; attracted to this person? pffft. What if they become emotionally attached and attracted to you? Then how do you tell your spouse? &amp;quot;Duuuuh, I dunno what gave them the idea that I was available in that way?&amp;quot; It's in the simple nature of the sexes as well. A woman loves to talk. If her spouse isn't talking to her, and she finds a &amp;quot;sympathetic&amp;quot; ear of another man, she's going to become attached to him. Rather than spending some energy on working on the relationship she has, she is moving in a direction AWAY from current, into this fantasy-like land of this &amp;quot;prince charming&amp;quot; who will listen and cater to all her needs. 
&lt;p&gt;All I can say is &lt;strong&gt;don't go opening doors that you don't know you can close&lt;/strong&gt;. Or for some of you that may not 'get it'; Don't play with fire... duh! 
&lt;p&gt;The internet has opened up a whole new set of &amp;quot;doors&amp;quot; as well.  It has allowed many people to live alternative lives that they can't seem to make in the real world.  It also brings out certain people's personalities that are not true to life as well.  There are bazillions of people out there who are online, looking for love etc. etc.  This, in itself, isn't wrong.  It becomes wrong when said people are already currently in a relationship!  You can't tell me this doesn't happen, because then you are one of those who likes to live in a fantasyland and lies to themselves on a daily basis.  &lt;strong&gt;DOORS&lt;/strong&gt; people!!!  hellloooooooo? 
&lt;p&gt;Then we have our 'busy' lives, our jobs that seemingly take up copious amounts of hours, our cell phones that can make a tryst WAY too convenient, long commutes... and all that blah.  It can be pretty easy in these days and times to become an annonymous person, hunting for so-called &amp;quot;love&amp;quot; on the net &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; in the real world.  It's become so easy to give your sig other &amp;quot;excuses&amp;quot; of why you are not available physcially and emotionally.  The media is no help either by telling us that if something doesn't work, then move on to the next thing without trying to fix your original problem/issue.  This &lt;strong&gt;instant gratification &lt;/strong&gt;method that we are taught is a &amp;quot;good thing&amp;quot; at the expense of all others.  So many people are never taught the &lt;u&gt;joy&lt;/u&gt; or&lt;u&gt; security&lt;/u&gt; of being in a &lt;em&gt;trusting&lt;/em&gt; relationship or making &lt;em&gt;yourself a trustworthy person&lt;/em&gt;.  We are told that if we &amp;quot;fall out of love&amp;quot; then it's ok to just pop to the next person regardless of what your current situation is.  Because &amp;quot;everyone deserves to be loved&amp;quot; and all this schtuff.  
&lt;p&gt;Of course we all deserve to have a bit of love in our lives.  But at what cost? 
&lt;p&gt;I for one, am proud of the fact that I take a commitment seriously and that whomever I end up with in this crazy world will be getting a woman who has some morals and honour.  I would expect nothing less from the person I am with.  As it should be!!  If &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; love is proclaimed, all these things should come out at a more naturalistic level... There is work involved of course, I am not some idealistic freak.  But it shouldn't feel like work &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the time because &lt;strong&gt;love is a choice&lt;/strong&gt;, not just a &lt;em&gt;feeling&lt;/em&gt;.  Mutual respect and two minds on the same path in such things is very important as well.  Why waste your time &amp;quot;loving&amp;quot; someone who has nothing in common with your views on love/relationships/family?  Someone telling me that they &amp;quot;couldn't help themselves&amp;quot; and had to fall in love with someone who was essentially not a good match or while already involved, are lying to themselves about the entire nature of love.  If someone LOVES you... then they wouldn't ask you to leave a spouse and carry on with you while you are still with said spouse.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;What makes you think that the cheater won't do the same thing to you?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  That fact always floors me as well.  These people who get together with someone who cheated on their first mate, to be with them.  Sheesh.  I know of a plethora of incidences where this was the case, and the present partner, always has some self-doubt about the one that cheated, because they KNOW the... &amp;quot;what ifs&amp;quot; are always going to be there.  Not to mention the &amp;quot;cheater&amp;quot; (because essentially, this is what they are no matter how pretty you paint it), if they don't feel any remorse, then they are living a lie as well.  DUH. 
&lt;p&gt;Well that's my rant for the day.  I am honestly tired of reading/seeing/hearing about folk who just can't be true to the ones they're with, nor themselves.  Grow a spine, and a HEART, and open up those crusted-up blind, narcissisitic eyes and realise that your selfish acts are destructive and have detrimental effects on &lt;em&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/em&gt;.... &lt;strong&gt;including you.&lt;/strong&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;Oh I can hear the wolves howling now... hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Earthquake!!!&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4970.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4970.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2007 22:34:52 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>10</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4970/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4970.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-04-05T22:34:52Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Tremors</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4971.entry</link><description>I just wanted to say, HEY!  I'm here... rant is comin... beware!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy long weekend all!&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Tremors&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4971.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4971.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2007 20:38:01 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4971/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4971.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-04-05T20:38:01Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Oh Leave It Alone Already!!!</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4892.entry</link><description>Okay.... so last night, in between watching Lost, PD and I caught an engaging program about the Baby Boomers.  (&lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;I luuuuuv PBS&lt;/span&gt;) Sort of a step-by-step stroll through the lives and attitudes of these people who changed our N.American society so dramatically.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It certainly gave me a better understanding about this
highly populated generation.  I really enjoyed some of the idealistic
attitudes that these people have... especially about being able to &amp;quot;do
whatever it is you dream/want&amp;quot; sorta attitude.  All these people who
have life expectancies of twice the age of their grandparents... having FUN with their lives, changing careers when the need arises, going to
school at 50, and the fact that these are the people responsible for
equalising the workforce for women... all VERY awesome items to note.  This is a generation who definitely didn't do it all, &amp;quot;by the book&amp;quot;.  They took the book, read it, made copious footnotes, illustrated it, tossed it around, and then wrote a song about it, all the while morphing it into something &amp;quot;new&amp;quot; and exciting.  As much as some of their ideas bother the hell outta me, (as would any present gen look back on it's predecessor) I shall, in their defence, say that this generation has done &lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; wonderful things.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But do
they fully realise the legacy they are leaving?  I'm not sure.  Some
people interviewed seemed to.  They really embraced the ideas they helped forge and are living out their &amp;quot;retirements&amp;quot; in such different ways from their parents.  They are &lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;choosing&lt;/span&gt; to remain in the workforce, volunteering their time and some are even giving back their wisdom learned to their children and grandchildren.  Others, well...It's hard to say.  They kinda take that &amp;quot;Me&amp;quot; 'tude and twist it to the extreme.  This one guy in
particular (pissed me off) basically stated that he doesn't care about
the state of the world and how he leaves it.  He basically said he is
gonna get his old age pension, live out his life with his cheques, big car and all the material stuff he loves, and the younger
generation can clean up the mess!  OMG!  My jaw DROPPED for about 10
minutes after that and all I could hear was this clanging warning bell
in my head.  Such extremes!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I will note that this program mostly focused on all the &amp;quot;wonderful&amp;quot; things rather than speaking about the negative.  I mean, not much wrong with that in general... but they didn't really mention the sexual revolution nor did they discuss the break-down of the marriage unit too much.  It's too bad, because I would have liked to see more people's thoughts on that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All I can say, is that we are all responsible for our own mess, and to callously leave it in the hands of the next person to come along is selfish and doesn't hold true to any of the socially conscious ideas that have been preached about over the last 3-4 decades.  It's the same attitude of a person who litters... &amp;quot;Why should I pick it up?  There are people to do that.&amp;quot;  All the while marring the quality of life of others with their crap all over the ground.  What you put in, is what you will get out... in most cases, (except gov pension... ROTFL)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyhow, just wanted to share that.  I'll be back later to talk about Lost... no really... I promise I will this time because &lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;WHAT A WICKED AWESOME EPPIE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks for reading my dragging commentary.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Here are some links referring to the program I watched last night*&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pe.com/entertainment/television/stories/PE_Fea_Daily_D_tv.boomers.e890d7.html"&gt;PE.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iht.com/articles/2007/03/28/arts/boomers.php"&gt;International Herald Tribune&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iht.com/articles/2007/03/28/arts/boomers.php"&gt;Agewave&lt;/a&gt; (This has actual movie clips if you're interested)&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Oh+Leave+It+Alone+Already!!!&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4892.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4892.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2007 16:41:56 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>5</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4892/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4892.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-03-29T16:41:56Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>The Net Is Haunted</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4549.entry</link><description>Stoopid net.  I swear it's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;haunted&lt;/span&gt;..... more haunted than &lt;a href="http://amurderofcrows.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!28B77AE0A5D45A34!270.entry#post"&gt;Rocas&lt;/a&gt;' local &lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can someone tell me what the heck is goin on around here????  eeeesh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can I go home now???  Has the weekend started yet???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;whine whine whinnnnnnnnnne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;blah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+The+Net+Is+Haunted&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4549.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4549.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Feb 2007 20:16:35 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>8</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4549/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4549.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-02-23T20:16:35Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Things That Frustrate Me...</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4510.entry</link><description>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;**WARNING**&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic"&gt;Shameless whining and complaining ahead....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I shall be adding to this list as the days go on...  Please feel free to add to it as well.... grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Stuff that frustrates me sometimes;&lt;br&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the packing tape wasn't put back properly and you have to find the end, and try to peel it off the roll without losing half the tape in the process!!&lt;li&gt;Coming in to work to find that your boss has some whacky inspiration to pull out every cable and cord running through the entire room which you just finished tucking neatly away 2 weeks prior. (sigh)&lt;li&gt;Waking up with a headache... and it wasn't even from partying the night before.. blah&lt;li&gt;People who can't come up with their own ideas/thoughts/witticisms, but feel fine about stealing yours, then, to top it all off, give you no credit for it. (HUGE pet peeve of mine)&lt;br&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who don't know how to be alone. (take that one as you will)&lt;li&gt;Strangers on the net who want to add you to their &amp;quot;Friends&amp;quot; list... and they don't even bother to even leave a comment or a &amp;quot;hello&amp;quot;!&lt;li&gt;Cat hair on my clothes that I can't get off because I can't get the packing tape unstuck.&lt;li&gt;When the net doesn't work and MSN Live Spaces keeps tripping out.&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://harimirch1.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!6035AE8FFF601F69!219.entry#trackback"&gt;Plagiarism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Things+That+Frustrate+Me...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4510.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4510.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2007 15:48:07 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>10</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4510/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4510.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-02-27T20:21:51Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>I Hate Pink</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4409.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;HELP!  I'm stuck in Pink Hell!!  &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Hence the reason why my blogs have been rather thin.  To make matters worse, I cannot access Hotmail from work regularily either.  (sigh)  So please bear with me while I try to get these things fixed.  The ole blog is gonna be thin.  blah.  I can only look at this screen for so long before the urge to puke takes over.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Wanna know something else that ticked me off today?  I watch the national news every morning... and they announced that a HUGE snowstorm is going to hit CENTRAL Canada this week.  So naturally my ears perk up and I think, &amp;quot;Hey cousin!  That storm you wanted is on the way!!&amp;quot;  NOT.  Apparently, Ontario is central Canada now.  WTF?  When is the last time they looked at a map?  I wonder.  Perhaps Ontario thinks themselves to be the centre of the universe... but to be termed as &amp;quot;Central Canada&amp;quot;???  I think not.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;eeesh.  I'm grouchy today.  Even PD told me last night that I was grumpy.  LOL&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;But darnnit, was that a good episode of Heroes or WHAT???  I had to laugh tho when Jessica threw that cop dude out the window and the way he landed... I'm thinking... gee dude, you always end up thrown around when you're on a TV show.  (He played the pilot of the plane on Lost in S1 and ended up in a similar position... mind you dead....)  Quite funny.  I really like this show!  I still love Lost more... but Heroes is definitely near the top.  Can't wait to watch next week!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Well I gotta run.  Time to zip off to work!  So ends my scattered little rant.  TTYL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+I+Hate+Pink&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4409.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4409.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Feb 2007 13:59:24 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>5</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4409/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4409.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-02-13T13:59:24Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Where Were You Mr. White Rabbit?</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4380.entry</link><description>Freeeeeking late for work this morning... everything is running behind and no time to blog.  At least we're having our -35C BBQ tonight... I hope!  Either that or it's fried steak.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Does anyone know if something bad will happen if we use a propane BBQ in that temp?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;lol  Hopefully Pook will manage to shovel it out of the giant snowdrift!  Or maybe we'll have to help! I promise, I'll take photos!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ttys... @work gtg!&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Where+Were+You+Mr.+White+Rabbit%3f&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4380.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4380.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Feb 2007 18:02:17 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>3</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4380/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4380.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-02-09T18:02:17Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Geez</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4358.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;Another morning, another killer windchill.... when will it end???&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;(whine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Geez&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4358.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4358.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Feb 2007 14:06:59 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>3</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4358/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4358.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-02-08T14:06:59Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>It's Like Beating a Dead Animal... or Polititian</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4301.entry</link><description>Just readin some news today and figured I would paste my favourite story so far.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;hr style="width:100%;height:2px"&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;br style="color:rgb(0, 0, 128)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(0, 0, 128)"&gt;Harper unmasked, Liberals say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color:rgb(0, 0, 128)"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p style="color:rgb(0, 0, 128)"&gt;
&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;span&gt;Alliance letter reveals scathing view of Kyoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; 
&lt;p style="color:rgb(0, 0, 128)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wed Jan 31 2007&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(0, 0, 128)"&gt;By Alexander Panetta


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="color:rgb(0, 0, 128)" align=left border=0 cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0&gt;
	&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(0, 0, 128)"&gt;OTTAWA -- Stephen Harper, who now styles himself as a green prime
minister, once ridiculed the Kyoto accord as a money-sucking socialist
scheme and promised he would battle to defeat it.
&lt;p&gt;His scathing view of the global treaty, which questioned the
science of climate change, was included in a 2002 fundraising letter
sent to members of his now-defunct Canadian Alliance party.
&lt;p&gt;With polls showing the environment is a top priority with
voters and Harper keen to bolster his environmental credentials ahead
of the next election, the letter could be a big embarrassment.
&lt;p&gt;
It was circulated Tuesday by the Liberals, who said it unmasks Harper as a climate-change denier.
&lt;p&gt;
&amp;quot;Kyoto is essentially a socialist scheme to suck money out of wealth-producing nations,&amp;quot; says the letter, signed by Harper.
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Implementing Kyoto will cripple the oil and gas industry, which
is essential to the economies of Newfoundland, Nova Scotia,
Saskatchewan, Alberta and British Columbia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(0, 0, 128)"&gt;&amp;quot;Workers and consumers everywhere in Canada will lose. THERE ARE NO CANADIAN WINNERS UNDER THE KYOTO ACCORD.&amp;quot;
&lt;p&gt;
Harper, who now accuses the Liberals of having done nothing to reduce
greenhouse gases, went on to promise a &amp;quot;battle&amp;quot; to defeat the Chrétien
Liberals' efforts to introduce Kyoto-implementation legislation in the
House of Commons.
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;But we can't do it alone. It will take an army of Canadians to
beat Kyoto, just as it did to beat (the) Charlottetown (constitutional
accord),&amp;quot; he wrote.
&lt;p&gt;
These days, Harper avoids critcizing the Kyoto accord, and simply dismisses its targets as unattainable. 
&lt;p&gt;Kyoto calls for a six per cent cut in greenhouse gas emissions
from 1990 levels by 2012. Canada's emission levels have risen 27 per
cent since 1990.
&lt;p&gt;Now, with public-opinion polls indicating that climate change
is becoming a dominant political concern for Canadians, the prime
minister is promising serious action. &lt;p&gt;
He intends to introduce a vastly revamped version of his Clean Air Act
in the coming months. The original legislation has been ridiculed by
opponents and opinion-makers as a work in progress that fails to set
reduction targets before 2050.
&lt;p&gt;
The Liberals said the letter proves Harper isn't serious about tackling climate change.


&amp;quot;It's no wonder Mr. Harper's sudden change of heart is hard for Canadians to swallow,&amp;quot; said Liberal MP Mark Holland.
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Now, suddenly, because he has seen the polls and realized the
political opportunism of going 'green,' the prime minister has launched
a new campaign -- that of trying to convince Canadians that he actually
cares about the environment. &lt;p&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, no one is buying it.&amp;quot;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;-- Canadian Press&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr style="width:100%;height:2px"&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's funny how someone in &amp;quot;power&amp;quot; will only do what his/her people want when they are backed into a corner.  Don't get me started on the whole Kyoto Agreement etc.  If you don't know me that well, I will simply say that I support it and think it's an embarrassing shame for our country to be considered at the bottom of the list for being environmentally conscious.  Especially considering how much land mass we occupy and how much of it is still &amp;quot;natural&amp;quot; - meaning it's not got a bunch of houses, condos, skyscrapers or pavement stuck on it.  I have said it before, and I'll say it again, most of these dudes in Ottawa don't give a flying hoot about the environment and it's protection.  Most of them are just jumping on the bandwagon to get votes etc.  Of course, we all know this is the case....right?  In my sarcastic opinion, I believe they really don't give a damn because by the time things start collapsing around here due to pollution and poor management of our natural resources etc., these people will be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline"&gt;so will the vast majority of people who voted for them&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Makes ya wonder doesn't it?  Does it make even just ONE of you &amp;quot;younger generation&amp;quot; folk want to get out and vote when you can?  Does it matter to you that a bunch of old, money-sucking-puppets are running YOUR country and deciding YOUR future?  But hey, when you can't even use the water coming out of your tap to cook with, the ground becomes too toxic to grow things properly, everyone has bronchial problems because the air is so filthy, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; your food is genetically modified and animals that you could see in the wild are fast becoming extinct, perhaps you'll remember that you could have at least &lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;TRIED&lt;/span&gt; to put someone into power that could have possibly made it a bit easier for you and your children.&lt;p&gt;You never know...&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+It's+Like+Beating+a+Dead+Animal...+or+Polititian&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4301.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4301.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Jan 2007 17:42:14 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4301/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4301.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-01-31T17:42:14Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>I Feel So OLD!!</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4295.entry</link><description>Yeah, you got the title right... I feel OLD.  O-L-D.  (sigh)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was just watching the local news, which is not my usual habit btw.  Anyhow, they had this big report on if schools should ban cell phones in class or not.  To me, growin up in the 80's and all, well... we didn't NEED cell phones in class... in fact, the only phone available to us was a payphone in the front foyer.  Geeezzz, if someone wanted to get a hold of you they found you in the hallways or the lunchroom or whatever &amp;quot;spot&amp;quot; it was you hung out.  But you should have HEARD some of these teens they were interviewing.  They were acting like it was so unfair and that, (my 30-something-ish friends will understand my jaw-dropping amazement at THIS statement) &amp;quot;if I can't call my friends, then I have to go and FIND them!&amp;quot;  OMG!!!  You mean you gotta move that fat butt of yours off your perch or step or bench or wherever it is that you gelatate and &lt;b&gt;look&lt;/b&gt; for your friends &lt;b&gt;in the school&lt;/b&gt;?  QUELLE DAMAGE!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, to go for the jugular, they ask a mom who is dropping her two teens off at school what SHE thinks.  She states that, &amp;quot;What if there is an emergency and I have to get a hold of my kids?&amp;quot;  Cut film in of young teen-angst-ridden girl with raccoon eyes; &amp;quot;That's like, sewww dumb, like, because, like, what if there's like, an emergansay y'knoooooow?&amp;quot;  pffft.  How many freeking emergencies are there in the span of a school year that every parent and child absolutely NEEEEEDS to carry a cell phone to class?  Do these people realise how &lt;b&gt;retarded&lt;/b&gt; that sounds???  Up until recently, when there was an emergency, the parent/child would call to/from the &lt;u&gt;school office&lt;/u&gt;.  What a concept!!  Kinda makes one wonder about the &amp;quot;types&amp;quot; of emergencies these people are referring to.  What kind of emergencies happen on a regular basis that everyone needs a cell all the time for?  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cue in video feed: We see Amy, sitting next to her crush-dude, Kurt... as they are both attempting to answer a pop quiz on the art of pencil sharpening... Amy suddenly realises that the guy of her dreams looks perplexed.  Kurt's pen isn't working and he can't finish his 3-word sentence!  Amy, being the caring and sweet individual that she is, begins to freak out.  Suddenly remembering that her mom always carries extra pens in her purse, she quickly pulls out her cute little pink flip phone and dials mommy right away. End.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like, OMG!!!!!  It's an &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;EMERGENCY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pfffft.  No wonder teachers are going mad nowadays.  They already have to deal with classes that are too large, pay that is too small, bratty children that have no respect for authority and parents who think it is the teacher's job to teach their children all about morals and common decency.  NOW they also have to deal with these kid's phones going off in the middle of class, little cheaters texting answers to exams to one another and these oh-so important &amp;quot;emergencies&amp;quot;.  Let these kids have their phones, iPods, Blackberries or whatever little square devices they like to carry around.  Big deal.  But also, tell them to check it at the door of the classroom before they enter in.  It is no place for that kind of equipment &lt;u&gt;period&lt;/u&gt;.  If people for the last 500+ years or whatever have managed without having to carry a phone during class, I think they can learn to cope now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Whatever happened to old-fashioned notes scribbled on a paper and passed back to your buddy? :-P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+I+Feel+So+OLD!!&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4295.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4295.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Jan 2007 00:39:51 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>5</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4295/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4295.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-01-31T00:39:51Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Cats For Sale: CHEAP</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4229.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;Well... yesterday was NOT the best day ever.  Last night I went over to PD's for a bit, chit-chatted and made fun of American Idol.  I also borrowed her air pump to fix up my excercise ball.  Went home, got that done and sat down in front of the TV... again.  Only to have my crazy cats start running around like maniacs.  Which is really not that unusual, except this time, Simon decided to take off and fly over my ball and PUNCTURE IT with his claw.  :-\  Of course, I don't notice this until I start to hear this hissing noise and realise it's coming from the ball on my living room floor.  I don't think I've moved that fast in awhile, as I jumped up and grabbed some duct tape, (always have that handy) and Macgyver'd it up.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Now I bought this thing less than a year ago, but if you ask me about where the patch kit is... I couldn't tell ya.  Needless to say, I spent the rest of the evening listening to the slow wheeze of my exercise ball losing it's girth and becoming a puddle of rubber.  Not impressed.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;THEN!!! Oliver, who likes to pretend he's a flying monkey, was up on my coffee table sniffing around without my knowledge.  Normally this doesn't really bug me, but I currently have all my jewellery making supplies up there.  This includes almost a dozen boxes of assorted glass beads.  Something spooked my little weiner of a cat, and he jumped off the table in a flash, only to knock down an entire box of beads.  &lt;strong&gt;CRASH!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  All over my floor... all sizes from seed beads to larger glass ones.  I practically had a fit and a half.  I think my blood pressure exploded at that point.  Only &amp;quot;good&amp;quot; thing is that I have hardwoods and was able to scavenge most of them... but now they have cat hair and bits of catnip mixed in with them.  (sigh)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Anyone wanna buy a couple of psycho cats?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Cats+For+Sale%3a+CHEAP&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4229.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4229.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jan 2007 00:04:14 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>5</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4229/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4229.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-01-19T00:04:14Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Monday Blahs</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4219.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;I don't like Mondays... (isn't that a song?)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Seems that today was just a bummer all around.  I won't get into it all because I just don't feel like typing it all.  Needless to say, I am fast becoming a hermit and seriously need to pull myself out from under my rock.  &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;At least I have PD's birthday party to look forward to this weekend... eat lots, drink lots and laugh lots.  I love it!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Sorry I haven't written much lately but there's been no time.  Maybe I will share later what's been going on, but for now, trust that I am always coming up with fab ideas of what to write in here... Just haven't got there yet.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+Monday+Blahs&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4219.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4219.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Jan 2007 05:57:42 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>3</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4219/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4219.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-01-16T05:57:42Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>250 Million</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4210.entry</link><description>Okay... I am a huge lover of football.  Or rather, SOCCER for all the North Americans who can't accept that our version of &amp;quot;football&amp;quot; really doesn't make sense... ANYWAAAAAYZZZ&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just have a question to you, my most humble and wonderfully intelligent readers... do you honestly feel that any athlete is worth 250 million dollars??  Call Beckham a sell-out or whatever, I don't give a damn... I am just asking the question if YOU believe an athlete should be paid an amount such as 250 million.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I personally feel it's a bit ridiculous and over-the-top.  I don't know if his talent is worth such a huge sum.  When did sport become so obnoxious that it all became about the money rather than the love of the game?  Oh, waitaminute... that's been asked before... please pardon my redundancy.  HA!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am not saying that I don't think he is a valuable asset to any team he plays on... but seriously!!  He's getting past his prime and has probably only got a few more decent years left to be playing at the standard that he's playing.  Of course, he and his lollipop-headed wife are laughing all the way to the bank... hell... as would I in that position.  It IS kinda cool that he's coming 'cross the pond, but at the same time, he's not only going to be making that cold cash I mentioned above.  Let's also consider all of the commercial deals he'll nab... all to promote himself and his sport.  He will have more money than Oprah!!  LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I'm just curious what other people feel about these athletes making more money in a few seasons of play than what a MacDonald's franchise in North Dakota makes in 5 years.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(yes, I'm evil)&lt;br&gt;mmwwahh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+250+Million&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4210.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4210.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jan 2007 22:17:36 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>9</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4210/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4210.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-01-12T22:17:36Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>@#$@%&amp;^%(#!!</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4205.entry</link><description>I just chipped a tooth!  It's luckily so small that you can't tell... but I can FEEL it and it's making me grumpy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BLAH!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+%40%23%24%40%25%26%5e%25(%23!!&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4205.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4205.entry</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jan 2007 19:59:09 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>4</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4205/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4205.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-01-11T19:59:09Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>How Cute Are YOU?</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4147.entry</link><description>I think the Earth tilted on it's axis this morning.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As per usual drill, I hop on the bus and it's packed full of sullen teenagers who seem more upset about their morning jaunt to school than I am about work.  There are times I want to scream at their spoiled faces and tell them that if you think it's bad now kid... well just WAIT until you graduate and have to go to work every day.  Fools.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyhow, I start to move down the aisle and as usual there are a few little brats who insist on taking up an entire seat to their most royal bums.  But something strange and unusual occurred...  I passed by this one grumpy kid, spreading his gracious behind over more than one seat, texting away to who knows what.  I ended up having to stand almost over him due to the sardine-like nature of the bus... well this shorter kid is walking behind me and stops and GLARES at sullen-phone-boy... I mean he gave him this look like, &amp;quot;Move over or you eat that phone&amp;quot;.  So texter-boi moves and.... the Glarer looks over to me and offers me the seat!!!  WOW!  I was flabbergasted.  This has never happened before!!  I wanted to hug the kind glare-boy and tell him to NEVER stop being such an awesome gentleman.  Naturally I didn't because this wouldn't have been 'cool'.  But I did smile and thank him a wee bit louder than necessary, and then I smiled sickly sweet at Mr. Royal-Texter and told him thanks as well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't know who that kid was, but bless the parents that raised him!  It's nice to know that there will be SOME gentlemen around when these kids grow up.  It's bad enough as it is that polite behavior is a dying art...  A thousand blessings on that boy's head and I hope he shows some of those other sulky teens what being courteous and classy is all about.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+How+Cute+Are+YOU%3f&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4147.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4147.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jan 2007 16:57:36 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>4</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4147/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4147.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2007-01-09T16:57:36Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>I'm TOO Good</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4066.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;Okay, so my mum is staying with me for a few days so I hid her gift so she wouldn't find it right?  WELL!  I hid the darn thing so well, &lt;strong&gt;I CAN'T FIND IT EITHER!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;eeeesh  I'm my worst nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I'm goin back to finding it.  &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;At least I know where Grandma's is... because I'm going over there in a couple of hours...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone is having a nice hol... we all know I AM.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;ta ta for now.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+I'm+TOO+Good&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4066.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4066.entry</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Dec 2006 16:39:41 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4066/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4066.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-12-24T16:39:41Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>SERIOUSLY!!!</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4020.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;What the HELL is there to DO in &lt;font color="#000080"&gt;WINNIPEG&lt;/font&gt; on&lt;strong&gt; &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;NEW YEAR'S EVE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!???  I've only found TWO listings so far of parties and both of them are not my cup o'tea!  I know a lot of my readers are not from the 'Peg, but if ANYONE knows ANYTHING... &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE SHARE HERE&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;It's my birthday that night...  geeeezzz I wanna PARTY!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=2769575237163153219&amp;page=RSS%3a+SERIOUSLY!!!&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=kalliopehouse"&gt;</description><comments>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4020.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4020.entry</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Dec 2006 23:23:50 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4020/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!4020.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2006-12-11T23:23:50Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Me and My Bad Attitude</title><link>http://kalliopehouse.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!266F82011DD3F743!3955.entry</link><description>&lt;span style="color:rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;So I'm sitting here attempting to shove the so-called &amp;quot;Christmas Spirit&amp;quot; down my gullet. No, I'm not drowning my sorrows in some eggnog laced with liquored goodness... I'm listening to jingly bell music. So far, it's not working and I am considering returning to my oldies station and twirling around to Fred Astaire and Glenn Miller instead. pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color:rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;&lt;br style="color:rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;I am not completely sure when my nasty attitude started forming. I mean, hey, I've always got one tucked away for emergencies... but I am talkin about an unwelcomed-type guest in my head. hmmmm those voices in there are starting to scream again... sheeesh. AH-hem... anyhow. I think that it's perhaps the stress of the season combined with the spending of money I don't have, getting my life and apartment in order, and just the realisation of the accumulated CRAP I've dealt with in the last few months. I think some of my anger and frustration with incidences over the last little while has caught up with me. In my defence, I honestly thought I had let certain things go. You know, like felt the pain, felt the anger, felt it finally release and go bye-bye. But now... maybe not. As I sit on the bus, with visions of dancing nutcrackers with chicken McNuggets in my head (stoopid billboard), I come to the realisation that I've had a lot of disappointment this year. Not that I am that naive to think that life isn't full of disappointment... but I would have to say that this year, I've perhaps experienced a bit more than I normally do. Perhaps it is also because of the SOURCES of said disappointment as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color:rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;&lt;br style="color:rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;Do I put too much expectation on the people in my life? On myself? On family? I don't think I do. Well, I DO put a lot on myself and set myself up for failure that way... but who the heck DOESN'T do that sometimes? Regarding friends and family... I don't know. I've been let down a lot this year by people c