<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135</id><updated>2009-10-17T12:54:50.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Potential</title><subtitle type='html'>Because my sister asked why I didn't have a blog yet.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-8375566382237376499</id><published>2008-09-04T09:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:19:18.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>star light, star bright</title><content type='html'>Two Saturdays ago I was in the car with a friend. We saw a shooting star, and I almost asked if he made a wish, but didn't since I would have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; had the answer been no.&lt;br /&gt;When I go past a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fountain&lt;/span&gt; in the mall, if I have a penny in my pocket I flick it in, I still cross my fingers for luck, and if some one has a magic eight ball I'll ask it a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the grocery store Tuesday night and saw a lone star, after making sure it wasn't a plane I made a wish. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;, the first star I saw that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-8375566382237376499?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/8375566382237376499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=8375566382237376499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/8375566382237376499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/8375566382237376499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2008/09/star-light-star-bright.html' title='star light, star bright'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-308162836908951538</id><published>2008-08-25T11:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:46:42.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's are for Coffee, C is still for cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The cat scolded me this morning when I hit snooze, I think he knows I'm not a Monday person. It was a long, but fun weekend with roller coasters and lots of food, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; the fried, grilled and homemade sorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The angry guy at work was apparently told on Friday he wasn't going to get the paperwork until today. But he complained to me about not getting the papers, and that he didn't know what was going on, and while I had no control over it he still felt the need to follow me around and complain to me. He hasn't talked to me today yet, I think he knows that I know about him knowing that he wasn't going to get the paperwork. Thank goodness most of the people I work with are nice and normal to me. I'm an engineer's daughter, so normal is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; relative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-308162836908951538?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/308162836908951538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=308162836908951538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/308162836908951538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/308162836908951538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2008/08/mondays-are-for-coffee-c-is-still-for.html' title='Monday&apos;s are for Coffee, C is still for cookie'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-653706040188206268</id><published>2008-08-22T15:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:58:08.965-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday rant'/><title type='text'>friday rant</title><content type='html'>I like most people, and most people seem to like me. I've tried to figure out what it is that makes it so I don't like someone. If I don't like someone it's almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;instantaneous&lt;/span&gt;, just a sentence or two out of their mouth and boom, their on my nerves. I think it's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; of entitlement these people share, you can almost feel it radiate from them. If I have to hear one more sigh of woe is me I'm actually being required to do work-and mind you I'm not a violent person-I may have to smack someone on the back of the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are various super powers I would like, but the power to cause laryngitis I think would save me a few splitting headaches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-653706040188206268?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/653706040188206268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=653706040188206268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/653706040188206268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/653706040188206268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-rant.html' title='friday rant'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-3483810779818277135</id><published>2008-08-04T11:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:50:14.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>three years</title><content type='html'>It didn't hit me until I turned the calendar Saturday, that it was August. Today, three years and about an hour and a half ago, I got the phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have gotten easier and time tends to do. Mother's Day still sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-3483810779818277135?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/3483810779818277135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=3483810779818277135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/3483810779818277135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/3483810779818277135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2008/08/three-years.html' title='three years'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-8409160284831771432</id><published>2008-04-01T13:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:28:01.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i've actually seen a few movies this year</title><content type='html'>It all started with "Sweeney Todd".&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it, and that's the kind of thing we were in the mood for. Nothing like a good bloody movie that takes it motivation from revenge to help a friend deal with a break-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went out on a date and saw "Strange Wilderness." I was hoping it would be funnier, it was a fun date movie, not going to win any awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another date was to see "Definetly, Maybe." That was a great movie. Sure I could predict the end by half way through, but it was about how the movie got to the end that I really enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Florida and saw "Enchanted." It was at a second run movie theater and only cost 2 bucks to get in. THat was fun, even cuter was the 10 year old boy in the theater who at the critical moment of the movie said "well, kiss her already", that just made this movie even sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend on a second date, with someone new I saw "Miss Petigrew Lives for a Day", it's a fun movie with a great cast, and has some seriousness to it that isn't advertised, I liked it even better than I thought I would, plus I was there with a guy who fully understands the need for popcorn at the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finally saw a few movies on DVD, including Shrek 3, I'm pretty sure I've seen more movies in the theater this year than I did last year. I'm think I'm going to try to keep track of them here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-8409160284831771432?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/8409160284831771432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=8409160284831771432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/8409160284831771432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/8409160284831771432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-actually-seen-few-movies-this-year.html' title='i&apos;ve actually seen a few movies this year'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-2207564843148416107</id><published>2007-10-24T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T09:37:51.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the internet is braking</title><content type='html'>Lazylaces is down, I only get the header for Notes from the trenches and Donor's choose, what's going on? Is it the weather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something cool and totally unrelated-I tend to put my business card in those win a free lunch fish bowls, and I actually won one of them. We have to sit through a five minute speal about financial planning and then the guy buts the whole front office lunch. It sort of makes up for the broken internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-2207564843148416107?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/2207564843148416107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=2207564843148416107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/2207564843148416107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/2207564843148416107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2007/10/internet-is-braking.html' title='the internet is braking'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-5663781078023322178</id><published>2007-09-05T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:13:57.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>over the weekend</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend I got to meet this little guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kfn3SpmxXqM/Rt66agSyEjI/AAAAAAAAABU/0OQ23Ylr0u0/s1600-h/IMG_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106723991992799794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kfn3SpmxXqM/Rt66agSyEjI/AAAAAAAAABU/0OQ23Ylr0u0/s320/IMG_0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's my brand new nephew Declan. He has socks on his hand's because they were cold but he refused to keep them in the blanket and my sister didn't have any hand covering thingies that weren't attatched to an outfit. So socks it was, and he was fine with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is earlier that same day, right when he came home from the hospital:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106724747907043906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kfn3SpmxXqM/Rt67GgSyEkI/AAAAAAAAABc/uZS39XNz-KU/s320/IMG_0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Both of their cats are a bit scared of him. The one that's more my sister's cat is a little braver and will sit near my sister when she hold him. I've been told by several relatives including my sister that he looks a lot like me when I was a baby. I'm getting a scanner so if I find my baby book I may be able to an actual comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-5663781078023322178?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/5663781078023322178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=5663781078023322178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/5663781078023322178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/5663781078023322178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2007/09/over-weekend.html' title='over the weekend'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kfn3SpmxXqM/Rt66agSyEjI/AAAAAAAAABU/0OQ23Ylr0u0/s72-c/IMG_0072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-6784568576088849057</id><published>2007-08-16T10:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T10:12:23.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on a lighter note</title><content type='html'>I could ask why there are doughnuts in the lobby, or I could just accept the fact and take one. I took a Boston &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cream&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-6784568576088849057?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/6784568576088849057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=6784568576088849057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/6784568576088849057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/6784568576088849057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-lighter-note.html' title='on a lighter note'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-3023451708115155831</id><published>2007-08-06T10:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T10:54:47.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another year farther from the memories</title><content type='html'>It’s been two years. Last year I didn’t want to be around people who knew. This year I went to a Partylite party at my best friend’s place and a barbeque at my neighbors. A couple family members called, but I was out and I didn’t return calls until the next day. Didn’t really feel like talking to anyone about anything like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-3023451708115155831?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/3023451708115155831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=3023451708115155831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/3023451708115155831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/3023451708115155831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-year-farther-from-memories.html' title='another year farther from the memories'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-8281667376149837442</id><published>2007-08-02T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T11:15:00.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just a ...</title><content type='html'>I've had a few of those moments this summer where I just want look at someone and say, get a hold of yourself, by making this a bigger deal than it is, you're stressing everyone out. Mostly it's just two people.  It's just a baby shower, it's just a play. I want to scream "stop making this about you, this is in no way about you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First my aunt who said she would help with my sister's baby shower and then tried to take over, and we ended up with way too much food because she somehow decided that all the food that I ordered wasn't going to good enough since it was just platters from the grocery store. The shower went fine, I pretty much only sat down to write down what the presents were. The next day at my cousin's birthday party, my aunt didn't say two words to me and when I was telling her and another of my cousins something, my aunt walked away, my cousin and I just looked at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, and more recently, it's an actress in my current play. She's driving everyone crazy. She's complains that other people don't know there lines perfectly, yet she doesn't know hers perfectly. She complains about the set not looking like what she feels it should look like, but we did research and we have things as historically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accurate&lt;/span&gt; as we can on the limited budget we have. On Tuesday when she started moving things that had been already preset, and we were supposed to start in five minutes and she wasn't ready, I came close to yelling. I just settled for repeatedly saying "you need to go get ready." I'd still have been annoyed if what she was doing would have looked good, but it's just rude to undo a bunch of work that someone else has already done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these people have had personality changes since I've known them. Other relatives have told my aunt she should talk to someone about her anxieties, but she hasn't. I don't know if anyone has said anything to the actress. I feel like I should say something to her or at least somehow ask what's going on since she just doesn't seem like the person I used to know. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aggravating&lt;/span&gt; dealing with them, and frustrating to feel powerless to help. If they refuse to get help, what can anyone do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-8281667376149837442?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/8281667376149837442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=8281667376149837442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/8281667376149837442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/8281667376149837442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-just.html' title='it&apos;s just a ...'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-8867752577663598980</id><published>2007-06-20T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T08:01:24.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>prom night the musical:</title><content type='html'>or things that have freaked me out a little lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No, seriously "Prom Night the Musical". I was flipping through the channels and caught a commercial for it; it's this week on One Life to Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was sitting at my computer and the shade on the window next to my computer was up. I saw this light out of the corner of my eye and turned to look out the window, but nothing was there. I quickly went back to my computer and saw the light again, looked and again nothing was there. When it happened a third time I looked for a bit longer and realized it was a firefly. I think the overhead light was sending mixed signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Something that was not a deer. Living in, and driving through wooded areas I am always on the lookout for animals, deer are one of the ones this time of year. I pretty sure it was just some shrubbery, but it got my adrenalin going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The fact that for about a half hour I was trying to sign onto my mortgage account even though I never set up online access. I was using my login for my credit card…the sites have a similar set up. Yeah, or at least similar enough to me at just about bed time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-8867752577663598980?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/8867752577663598980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=8867752577663598980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/8867752577663598980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/8867752577663598980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2007/06/prom-night-musical.html' title='prom night the musical:'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-2443284484801560883</id><published>2007-06-12T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T14:54:30.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cool lady</title><content type='html'>I am apparently the “cool lady” of my neighborhood, or at least of my road and the road that horse shoes my road. I was chatting with one of my neighbors and she told me that the kids on our two roads refer to me as “the cool lady”, because I’m single, don’t have any of my own kids but I’m still nice to them.  I think it’s also because I gave out good candy at Halloween. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left work yesterday it was lightly raining and sunny, but there was no rainbow, I looked. We are having one heck of a rainstorm here right now and the lights kind of dimmed. I'm going to try to update more, but right now I need to back up everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-2443284484801560883?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/2443284484801560883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=2443284484801560883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/2443284484801560883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/2443284484801560883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2007/06/cool-lady.html' title='cool lady'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-474862670429843238</id><published>2007-04-16T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:13:57.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>slush</title><content type='html'>This morning there was slush but about a month ago there was real snow, it postponed the lacross game I was going to(we went this past friday), the oak tree that didn't finally lose all it's leaves until last week left a few leaves in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kfn3SpmxXqM/RiQ76eHl2MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tYa-WwOmEgE/s1600-h/leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054230557519894722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kfn3SpmxXqM/RiQ76eHl2MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tYa-WwOmEgE/s320/leaf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it snows, or rains or it's a bit windy (the wind Sunday night blew some of the siding off my work building), kitty cat gets a little wonky. He doesn't always look like he has ears.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kfn3SpmxXqM/RiQ76-Hl2NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m_NS6tOZmjI/s1600-h/No+Ears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054230566109829330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kfn3SpmxXqM/RiQ76-Hl2NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m_NS6tOZmjI/s320/No+Ears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves his toys, sometimes he leaves them for me in the bathroom and sometimes he just leaves them for me on the stairs, with their tails hanging over the ledges&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kfn3SpmxXqM/RiQ77eHl2OI/AAAAAAAAABE/8zpUfewi4Gg/s1600-h/ToyLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054230574699763938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kfn3SpmxXqM/RiQ77eHl2OI/AAAAAAAAABE/8zpUfewi4Gg/s320/ToyLove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kfn3SpmxXqM/RiQ77-Hl2PI/AAAAAAAAABM/2IstedwqG4k/s1600-h/OntheStep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054230583289698546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kfn3SpmxXqM/RiQ77-Hl2PI/AAAAAAAAABM/2IstedwqG4k/s320/OntheStep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-474862670429843238?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/474862670429843238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=474862670429843238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/474862670429843238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/474862670429843238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2007/04/slush.html' title='slush'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kfn3SpmxXqM/RiQ76eHl2MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tYa-WwOmEgE/s72-c/leaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-8908455395893763653</id><published>2007-03-27T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T14:28:19.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quirky</title><content type='html'>I find it kind of funny kind of great that one of the largest frogs ever found was found in a place named &lt;a href="http://www.phillyburbs.com/pb-dyn/news/247-03272007-1320664.html"&gt;Darwin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also enjoying the car commercial that uses Menah-Menah. There are commercial I ignore, there are ones that make me change the chanel (I'm talking to you cavemen, you were sort of funny the first commercial, and now you just annoy me), and then there are ones like this car commercial that make me stop and sing along. There were those Joe Boxer commercials awhile ago that had the guy dancing, I would stop and watch those. There are just so many bad commercials out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-8908455395893763653?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/8908455395893763653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=8908455395893763653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/8908455395893763653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/8908455395893763653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2007/03/quirky.html' title='quirky'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-1985307856325303407</id><published>2007-03-09T10:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T10:09:54.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bloggystylin'</title><content type='html'>Sunday my car was parked next to another car that was a ‘Scion’. I realize I’ve driven a ‘Focus’ and I presently drive a car that isn’t a word, but what car was this one detached from. I don’t think this is a hybrid car, because the grafting thing that scion can mean would totally work for it…I just did a little research, it’s a company not car name, still, for me, the name only works if all you’re selling are hybrids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days that having asthma is no big deal, then there are times like last night where I just couldn’t get a deep breath, even though my inhaler helped, I still wasn’t quite breathing right, because I think I’m heading towards bronchitis, which, with asthma I’m prone to, so, all that to say having asthma is no fun. And I don’t like using my inhaler in front of people, because they always ask the same questions “Are you Okay?” and “Can I do anything?”, which I get that they care, and that’s good, but I have to hold my breath for as long as I can to let the medicine work. So I need a little laminated card that says, “I’m fine, nothing you can do, please don’t make me laugh, and yes, I’m intentionally trying to hold my breath.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get a picture of Kitty Cat roaming the house with his new toy in his mouth, purring away. I picked up a few new toy mice (they rattle) for him, and retired a few of the more chewed ones (which I may have originally typed as ‘chewn’ because I grew up near mountain people). Anyway Wednesday night he carried around the pink one and kept walking up to me and rubbing his head against me and then going back to whatever he was doing. Last night he was carrying around and playing with the green mouse. Oh and mister tail fetish chewed the tail off the blue one within five minutes of first getting a hold of it. I’m going to keep trying to get a picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-1985307856325303407?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/1985307856325303407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=1985307856325303407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/1985307856325303407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/1985307856325303407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2007/03/bloggystylin.html' title='bloggystylin&apos;'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-4673827397448769640</id><published>2007-02-28T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T10:19:11.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my side's still sore from shoveling</title><content type='html'>While shoveling the lovely ice and snow mixture my neighbor commented, “I’d like to know whose brilliant idea ice was.” And just now on shuffle, &lt;em&gt;It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas&lt;/em&gt; started playing. That’s just cruel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-4673827397448769640?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/4673827397448769640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=4673827397448769640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/4673827397448769640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/4673827397448769640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-sides-still-sore-from-shoveling.html' title='my side&apos;s still sore from shoveling'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-5019926752219784429</id><published>2007-02-20T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T09:38:10.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes you have to do something twice to make sure the first time wasn’t a fluke</title><content type='html'>Except I should really know by now that once my sister starts driving me crazy about something, she doesn’t stop. This is when I need my mom to turn to my sister and tell her “Your sister’s an adult, stop treating her like she’s five.” Since that’s not an option, what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;1.Have a very intuitive aunt who calls at just the right time, who has experience being a younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have her take my mind off of it by giving the update on my very pregnant cousin, whose baby decided to turn again, so she might have a c-section Thursday, or if the baby turns again, she’ll probably have him this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;3.Decide that you both are going to give up ten pounds for Lent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-5019926752219784429?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/5019926752219784429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=5019926752219784429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/5019926752219784429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/5019926752219784429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-you-have-to-do-something.html' title='sometimes you have to do something twice to make sure the first time wasn’t a fluke'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-1342733543285990860</id><published>2007-02-15T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:59:43.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness #242</title><content type='html'>I don't enjoy killing bugs, but when is agitating the cat to the point that it's agitating me...the smack of the shoe is rather satisfying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-1342733543285990860?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/1342733543285990860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=1342733543285990860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/1342733543285990860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/1342733543285990860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2007/02/randomness-242.html' title='randomness #242'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-8463058295536243242</id><published>2007-02-08T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T21:22:27.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tvism</title><content type='html'>On the radio I heard a clip from Top Design “You just can’t design a room around a cat” said one of the judges. Um, apparently she’s never been in my living room. The cat toys strewn about, the couch throws bunched up just so, the end table next to the window so Kitty Cat can either sit on it and look out or walk across it to the window for easy access. Granted it didn’t start this way, the living room just sort of evolved into this, and when I pick up the toys and straighten the throws, they magically get put back to Kitty’s liking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-8463058295536243242?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/8463058295536243242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=8463058295536243242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/8463058295536243242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/8463058295536243242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2007/02/tvism.html' title='tvism'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-3508325398581270068</id><published>2007-01-28T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T21:22:28.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and we're off</title><content type='html'>I just watched Grease TV, and I kind of feel bad for the two people they brought back. It kind of feels like they just brought them back to get knocked out the first round, and maybe they did, so that the others would get two weeks of letting us see them. Maybe they brought them back because they tested well with test audiences and all the rest who made it are experienced actors, dancers, singers, who have done Broadway tours and/or regional work, and the powers that be wanted to have underdogs. Well the underdogs didn’t do so well. I really liked the first two guys (Derek and Austin) and the final girl (Ballerina Ashley), the first girl wasn’t bad (Allie), she’s only nineteen, but looked a lot older, but that may have been more the makeup department than her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-3508325398581270068?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/3508325398581270068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=3508325398581270068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/3508325398581270068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/3508325398581270068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-were-off.html' title='and we&apos;re off'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-6543270729262227446</id><published>2007-01-26T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T12:42:04.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ten</title><content type='html'>…the °F my car said it was this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…the number of months it took me to realize my grocery store has the hostess display at the end of the aisle by the tampons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…what I taught Sweat Pea last night as the number of fingers she and I each have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…the channel that told me we were supposed to have snow even though we didn’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the number of minutes internet was down as I kept trying to check the weather forecast for tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-6543270729262227446?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/6543270729262227446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=6543270729262227446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/6543270729262227446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/6543270729262227446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2007/01/ten.html' title='ten'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-1433269776143686702</id><published>2007-01-22T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T09:53:22.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how to have a slumber party (as a grown up)</title><content type='html'>1. Have a best friend who needs to get away from things and thinks a slumber party is a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have a selection of chick flicks and funny movies available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Order Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pick up another movie on the way to picking up pizza, because you have a coupon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat pizza and drink wine coolers while watching the news because there’s snow coming and you need to know how much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Make hot chocolate in the Cocomotion, add marshmallows and watch first movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Start second movie (if the first was sort of a downer make sure this one’s funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. At first bathroom break make ice-cream sundaes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Once done with sundaes paint nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Once the second movie is done, do some cleanup and talk about how you’re going to try to stay up and watch some of SNL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Actually make it through weekend update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Get to sleep in your own bed and put best friend in the guest room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-1433269776143686702?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/1433269776143686702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=1433269776143686702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/1433269776143686702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/1433269776143686702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-to-have-slumber-party-as-grown-up.html' title='how to have a slumber party (as a grown up)'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-6248690019864972687</id><published>2007-01-17T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T08:41:23.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my socks don't quite match</title><content type='html'>They're both dark blue and they're the same style sock, but they're different dye lots. Didn't really care, with boots on no one can tell :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I updated to the new non-beta blogger, something happened to my profile, it changed the year I was born to 1756 and made me 250 years old. I'm intruiged why it chose this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-6248690019864972687?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/6248690019864972687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=6248690019864972687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/6248690019864972687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/6248690019864972687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-socks-dont-quite-match.html' title='my socks don&apos;t quite match'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-5553144535905536861</id><published>2007-01-10T09:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T09:14:46.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation soon</title><content type='html'>The cat know I’m about to leave for vacation, and he’s not happy. First he was in the suitcase I was packing, he apparently got tired of me telling him the bra straps were not toys and moved onto laying on the clothes I laid out for the plane ride. (I have to wear something that I won’t die of heat in once I’m in Florida, but something warm enough with a coat that I won’t get hypothermia while waiting for the shuttle from economy parking at the airport) Once he got tired of the clothes he pulled his ultimate guilt trip, he went and hung out in the tub. He mostly does this right before or after I get back from someplace or if I’m on the computer and he’s not getting my undivided attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can print my boarding pass in less than an hour, yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-5553144535905536861?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/5553144535905536861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=5553144535905536861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/5553144535905536861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/5553144535905536861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2007/01/vacation-soon.html' title='vacation soon'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31654135.post-1050118081521511657</id><published>2007-01-08T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T15:33:49.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the cat isn't making weird noises, that's just the rain</title><content type='html'>I went to an audition last night, it went very well, it was for V-Day. Anyway towards the end I leaned to one of my friends who was there and asked, is that the heat or is that rain, and she said she was wondering the same thing. It was rain, and I was not parked close to the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days and counting until Florida.  It’s going to be in the upper 70’s to low 80’s, guess I better pack the capri’s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31654135-1050118081521511657?l=randompotential.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/feeds/1050118081521511657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31654135&amp;postID=1050118081521511657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/1050118081521511657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31654135/posts/default/1050118081521511657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randompotential.blogspot.com/2007/01/cat-isnt-making-weird-noises-thats-just.html' title='the cat isn&apos;t making weird noises, that&apos;s just the rain'/><author><name>randomstuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03022375926524570876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13753184307687932077'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>