<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:31:56.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BIG FAT BLOG</title><subtitle type='html'>www.mybigfatblog.net</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-116780241450318368</id><published>2007-01-02T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:33:34.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/440/3718/1600/376991/New%20Year%20Fireworks%20HK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/440/3718/320/839714/New%20Year%20Fireworks%20HK.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT A START TO 2007!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has managed to take a major turn going into the New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who aren't aware me and my other half called it quits a few weeks ago.  Our relationship was over a long long time ago, but we just didn't seem to move on.  He'll still be living here because he's in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I've also been seeing someone else (keep your nasty adultry comments to yourself)  And its been going great!  Can I just say that it was incredible to have someone you really like beside you on New Years.... and to be among friends?   I can't tell you the last few years have been lousy.. partly probably because it was spent in a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call it a rebound either, I've been emtionally detached from the old one for sometime... perhaps if you were lucky enough to read one of my drunken blogs that disappeared within hours you would know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, since I've managed to straighten my life out, I've stopped drinking so much and I've bought a new bed!   FYI.. next day delivery doesn't really mean next day delivery... its more like next week delivery.... aruging and threatening to bring in a news crew didn't help either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy New Year to everyone... 2007.... is one I'm really looking foward too... minus of course the terror attack and explosion of Yellowstone!   Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-116780241450318368?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/116780241450318368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=116780241450318368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116780241450318368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116780241450318368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-start-to-2007-life-has-managed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-116720811593694976</id><published>2006-12-27T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T00:28:35.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/440/3718/1600/636092/18398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/440/3718/320/657989/18398.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE COULD USE ANOTHER GERALD FORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that until tonight, I knew very little about Gerald Ford.  He was before my time.... or at least the time that I can remember.   In the back of my mind he was always the short timer who walked into office, and gave Nixon a get out of jail free card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since his death tonight I've done some work related research, and now believe we could really use a Gerald Ford right now.   He came into office at a time our nation was a wreck, the heart of the water gate scandal and vietnam.   He helped our nation move on, and saved our world-wide reputation as a great nation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna call him the great healer... America really could stand to repeat history right about now (see below)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-116720811593694976?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/116720811593694976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=116720811593694976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116720811593694976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116720811593694976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-could-use-another-gerald-ford-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-116590505263903284</id><published>2006-12-11T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:30:52.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/440/3718/1600/994728/george_w_bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/440/3718/320/679337/george_w_bush.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;America's Biggest Mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I'm not quite sure what it is about President Bush that I dislike so much recently, but I do. Would you believe I used to be republican?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was thinking about Bill Clinton today.   He was impeached because he got a little action in the oval office.&lt;br /&gt;President Bush is still high and mighty even though he lied to the world about the weapons of mass destruction, even though he invaded a country leading to the deaths of hundreds of thousands of civilians.  Heck, he's even managed to get Tony Blair, his only friend,  to have to step down, yet there he still stands, a failure.&lt;br /&gt;Yes President Bush we have failed.  We have lost the war in Iraq.  No, we can't leave, to do so would cause mass chaos, and prove to become a breeding ground for terrorist.  Thanks Bush for allowing the young men and women to lose their lives, their limbs their futures to make the world a more dangerous place.  These men and women fought in honor of our country, an honor you have shattered.   You knew long ago what a mess you'd made, so you scared the country to death with gay marriage.  Voile.. you're reelected.  You have brought down the image of the United States... who's gonna trust us now?&lt;br /&gt;The Game is over George Bush... step aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-116590505263903284?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/116590505263903284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=116590505263903284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116590505263903284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116590505263903284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/12/americas-biggest-mistake-so-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-116434880647160431</id><published>2006-11-23T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:13:26.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/440/3718/1600/398267/Photo%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/440/3718/320/498072/Photo%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BEAUTIFUL!!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I've been away so long, for those of you WHO DO read this thing!  My computer died, Bryan is usually on his, and I haven't really been much in a blogging mood.   But now I've got a brand new MAC! I've made the SWITCH.  I'm sort of excited, but after you've been using a PC for 15 years, its gonna take some getting used to.   Sort of a nasty story here.  I got it yesterday, and rushed home after work to set it up.   I also had to get ready to go out, because Bryan wanted to go get a drink.  So i turned it on, and you had to go through a set-up process.  So I took the laptop into the restroom with me, and all the sudden I see myself pop up on the computer screen.. Umm.. that's a little shocking to see considering the circumstances.  Turns out there's a camera built into the laptop, and it wanted me to snap a picture, for my user id.  I passed.. but later took that cool pic right there!    Other then that, not too much has been happening that I care to share with the world.  Ummmmmm..... Oh yeah, Happy Turkey Day, I ate enough food to feed everyone that will read this on Friday.. and oh.. I had to work... so its not like I was sitting around on the couch eating.  Now I wanna go to the gym.. Hope i still feel the same way tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-116434880647160431?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/116434880647160431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=116434880647160431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116434880647160431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116434880647160431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-beautiful-sorry-ive-been-away-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-116335013380808750</id><published>2006-11-12T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T08:53:23.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/chi-rho-alpha-omega-rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/chi-rho-alpha-omega-rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU EITHER LOVE ME OR HATE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I've been like this ever since I was in grade school. People tend to either like me or hate me, and there's usually not much space in between. Usually I think people hate me because they don't get me, not because I'm mean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been reminded of this a few times recently: Like at work, I recently learned that someone that works under me doesn't like me, and thinks I'm condescending! CONDESCENDING? What shocks me is this guy is very talented, and I look forward to when he's working with me. I'm like WHAT?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I thought back to a time in my past when a friend of mine told me "Unless they know you, they think you're being mean" It was something about my tone, or my word choice. You'd think though being on tv in my past, and even an actor, i'd learn to at least fake it.... NOT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, so last night I went to this event called Blowoff... it wasn't bad. I will say it was nice to go to a venue where its not a bunch of snobby twinky queens throwing "Shade" I mean there were a few, but most seemed like pretty laid back guys. I think someone thought I was mean there too, when I tried to strike up a conversation. Oh the words I use!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So i'm not so sure my little relationship is working too well right now either... we seem to not be getting along too well right now. Hmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday I went to the Miami-Terps game with a friend of mine. It was pretty cool... now I wanna go back to a hokie game. Oh... but getting tickets to the Hokie-UVA game is nearly impossible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also.. I need a new computer... I am thinking Mac.. What do you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the first week of weight watchers went well..I lost 8 pounds!  Second week with the elections, I didn't do so well, but at least I maintained!!!!!!  Last night Bryan wanted to go to Popeyes..  we did, ate, then came home and found out it was worth nearly two days of calories!  Ummm.  lets just say the toilet smelled like chicken after that!  No No.. we won't turn into the Olson twins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-116335013380808750?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/116335013380808750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=116335013380808750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116335013380808750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116335013380808750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-either-love-me-or-hate-meso-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-116245917543188515</id><published>2006-11-02T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T01:19:35.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU STOP DREAMING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've succeeded in this life, so far, living in a dream... wanting the impossible and trying to make it happen.   That attitude has always helped me take things to the next level in my career.  These days life has sort of taken a lull.   I don't know how to explain it.   But it's like I've plateau'e at the moment... hit a bump in the road.  I don't dream, and I don't know what I want next.&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is that I don't like the direction I am headed at this very moment... what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do tonight I stopped by my normal watering hole on my way home, and a guy I associate with passed out, or had some sort of medical emergency.  I felt helpless.. we hang out sometimes, at the bar, but I don't even know his last name.   All I could do is sit back and watch the asshole redneck arlington county paramedics carry him off.   I hope he's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway... I decideded to listen to music tonight and a few songs took me back... Violent Femmes to High School... the Carpenters to when I drove my first real bf back to Georgia to school in 1995.. then Amber and sexual to remind me of e, t, c and so on....&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life I don't KNOW what I want to do next... I just know I'm not living that moment right now...   In fact, for the first time in years, I think its time to quit my job and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wants to live in Wyoming....&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wants to try NYC..&lt;br /&gt;the rest just wishes I could win the lottery.. and start a country store with oragnic produce.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. BTW.. I started weight watchers.. going okay.. I feel so gay doing it..&lt;br /&gt;and also... thinking about trading in my xterra.. I wanted a beamer.. but found out they only have rear wheel drive... not so smart before winter.. any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-116245917543188515?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/116245917543188515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=116245917543188515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116245917543188515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116245917543188515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-happens-when-you-stop-dreaming-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-116184455423858668</id><published>2006-10-25T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:35:54.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/wchs.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/wchs.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOW I GOT REVENGE ON HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I like to be forward thinking, and not live in the past, but sometimes its hard not too!  Today I was reminded about something stupid and sneaky I did to piss someone off in High School, and I got to thinking how, although I have changed in many ways, I am much the same as I was back then.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So in High School, I think I wanted to be anyone BUT who I was, funny thing though a lot of other poeple knew me better than I did back then (well.. sort of ;-) )  A lot of people were also MEAN.  and I HATE MEAN PEOPLE!  Although a lot of people think I"m a bitch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay.. so in the school newspaper's senior edition, I was in charge of where people would be in ten years... For the one girl that reaked havoc on my life, spread rumors and was just a downright Biatch to me... I said she would be doing "Nothing"  I think I was psychic... she really isn't doing anything... in fact, I think she's in jail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there was this jock jerk who I basically said that he would be following around his buddy all his life.. Another guy I had as a grave digger.. he gave me a death threat on grad day as a result.  Funny though, this is the same guy who I saw one time wearing my old shorts I had given to charity (and I was a really bad dresser.. still am)  And there was this other girl who had never done anything bad to me.  Her last name was Haley.   I had her as the manager of Comets Pizza or something (no one seemed to get the joke but me)   I really wish I remember what else I had said... I know I was cohosting the today show with Katie Couric.... eh.. close enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah.. I was also in charge of the senior wills:  There was a nurse who dyed her hair, left her lifetime supply of hairdye..  and this woman with the last name Haynes... I left her Fruit of the Loom...get it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can only imagine what else I left...  I know it created a big scandal that I ran off to college and never heard about.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had such a dry sense of humor... still do. God.. I would love to find that paper now..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-116184455423858668?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/116184455423858668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=116184455423858668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116184455423858668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116184455423858668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-i-got-revenge-on-high-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-116175453754803159</id><published>2006-10-24T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:35:37.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/upsidedownflag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/upsidedownflag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Fall of America?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was just thinking about the state of affairs our country is in.    Pardon the rambling, but some food for thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly 3-thousand people died on 9/11, in response we went attacked Afghanistan.  A relatively minor operation, and we didn't get Osama Bin Laden.  America was Angry.   It Changed our Way of Life.   It instilled fear in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so then with that fear in place, The Bush administration tries to prove there were weapons of mass destruction (which apparently there weren't)   We attacked Iraq on that basis, scared that maybe Saddam Hussein would use those non-existant weapons of mass destruction to kill us. THe World took our word for it, and now our word is about as good as that ecoli tained spinach.   In the process of the war,  600-thousand innocent Iraq's have died, thats more people then live in Washington, DC.   Add in the Half million children that died from starvation after the US urged sanctions on Iraq after the invasion in Kuwait in the 90's.    You have to wonder who's really the bad guy here?    We call the insurrgents terrorists, but imagine if someone came into our country, tried to make us live their way what would you do, how would you feel? Wouldn't you fight back?  Of course you would!&lt;br /&gt;2800 US Troops have also lost their lives, and since we attacked the area is more volitile, and terrorist organizations hate us even more!  The country, the people worse off then ever.   While Saddam Hussein was a goon, perhaps he was able to keep the country under control.   Ive recently had several soldiers tell me how beautiful Baghdad used to be, and how awful it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine if we had not gone to war, but kept close tabs on Iraq.  We took that half-trillion dollars into our own economy.... get the poverish out of poverty, fighting the war on our own streets.  I mean money hungry thugs are killing people for a few bucks!  Desperation!  And what the hell happened to New Orleans?  We seem to have a better grip on the Middle East then in our own backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far out there conspiracy theory:  What if .. WHAT IF 9/11 was a government ploy to scare people enough to wanna attack Iraq too!  While I know this probably isn't the case, I can guarantee you the Bush administration took advantage of the situation to go into Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt we will again see a terror attack.... possibly near an election, or at least a huge plot foiled, or maybe even the capture ol' Osama!  I know the republicans need all the help they can get.. especially with all the scandals recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Oh Yeah- If we can't scare them with terror lets scare them with gay marriage!  It will ruin the family?  I wanna know how that's gonna happen!  Maybe if gay could become a more acceptable, everyday thing, more men would be coming out, instead of sneaking around the closet, the bath-houses, and spreading diseases!&lt;br /&gt;And Oh Yeah Virginia: By the way:   Gay Marriage ammendment?  Bad for the economy!   What big business wants to come to a state where there are so many discrimination laws.  The best, the brightest are often homosexual, and the strongest companies have domestic partnership benefits!  Its the wave of the future Virginia!&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.. people are ignorant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-116175453754803159?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/116175453754803159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=116175453754803159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116175453754803159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116175453754803159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/10/fall-of-america-so-i-was-just-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-116166648564180419</id><published>2006-10-23T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:17:29.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/ttat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/ttat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Look into the Rear View Mirror!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I get an email from this girl Angela (to the left) wondering why I hadn't updated this thing! Well.. I guess I just haven't been in the mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela is one of my closest childhood friends... ever since her dad brought in eggs in an incubator in 1st grade, and the eggs hatched into baby chicks.&lt;br /&gt;I dont' think she was liking me too much in this picture. I think we were fighting about her boyfriend or something... They're married now with a beautiful little girl. I used to sneak her over to his house after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, don't I look like a good little redneck boy with the little mustache? If pictures could talk you'd hear a serious southern draw.&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes I still talk country for kicks... someone will ask me something at work.. and I'll say "I Reckon" or "I figure as much" Of course I was sitting in the newsroom the other day... and looked up reckon on webster.com. I yelled out "Oh my god reckon is really a word" needless to say that got a few laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So alcohol really IS the anti-christ. A hot blogger told me that a few weeks ago, Angela told me how awful it is.. and of course I know this.. but sometimes I still drink. I've cut back dramatically... but THE PROBLEM is that now when I do drink, I drink heavily. Last night I went out and had 9 bacardi and diets within a 3 hours span. Needless to say, today hasn't been a happy day! Would I call myself an alcoholic? eh.. maybe, but I have stopped for long periods of time, without any weird side effects, or cravings.&lt;br /&gt;I do lots of STUPID things when I drink, and I mean &lt;strong&gt;STUPID!&lt;/strong&gt; Also, alcohol makes me want to eat... or.. I will wake up the next day, and be unable to motivate for the gym. I guess it is the nasty ugly root of many things! Hard though, because I'm mister shy introvert, and the alcohol loosens me up... loosen meaning personality.. not something else dirty boys!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;I also think i'm really bored with life.. REALLY bored... and Bryan doesn't finish school until next year...&lt;br /&gt;We'll talk about Stella getting her groove back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-116166648564180419?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/116166648564180419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=116166648564180419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116166648564180419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116166648564180419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/10/look-into-rear-view-mirror-so-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-116110560829008654</id><published>2006-10-17T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T10:22:03.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/firetruck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/firetruck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIREMEN TO THE RESCUE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So like the good little boy that I am, I woke up (late) and off to the gym I went. The problem? There was a firetruck outside, and it was evacuated! I was already running late, I messed around the shopping center for a short time, and it was still shut down. I had to come home, and get ready for work by then!  I wonder if some nasty old queen just got things too hot in the steam room??    Now I guess I'll have to go to Glover Park tonight after work. I want to get in the habit of doing that anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So for those of you that don't know, I usually get home from work around midnight or after. That can be boring. While everyone else is asleep, I am wide awake... I think that's why I got so into going out and drinking so much! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I figure if I can hit the gym after work, do a little cardio, and then come home, I should cook! Cook up dinner for the next day, so I don't have an excuse for having to pick up something at Booeymongers, or Maggianos, or MeiWah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, there's apparently a mouse in the house. How turn of the century!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-116110560829008654?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/116110560829008654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=116110560829008654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116110560829008654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116110560829008654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/10/firemen-to-rescueso-like-good-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-116085248821534297</id><published>2006-10-14T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:01:28.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its Toe Licking Good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I found this as I lurked around the internet! Apparently its not a real magazine, but part of some photoshop contest!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How are your feet? I have pretty cool feet! Only problem is they are flat as a board... and I'm not talking about a warped board.... I'm talking quality lumber!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what's wrong with having flat feet? I mean I had the best "paint" foot prints in elementary school!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But they aren't good things! They tend to make your ankles hurt sometimes, especially when you're a big boy like me! I mean, they don't hurt from doing normal stuff, but I like to run. And after a few miles, I'm done in! Most people can buy their running shoes on sale! Not me, I have to get motion control shoes, that I really never find for less then 100-bucks. (okay shoe whores, I'm not one to buy 100-200-300 dollar shoes a lot.. I'm a DSW kind of guy) The whole thing also slows me down in doing lots of cardio. I was doing an hour on the treadmill before moving to DC.... but let me tell you how much pain I was in. Felt good though :-) I'm sure I'm doing something horrible to my bones or my legs or my back.. guess I should go to a podiatrist!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway, I haven't had any alcohol for two days, been to the gym, and I've eaten pretty good. I feel pretty good too! I figure I'll be soon going back to the way I used to do things. (pre tummy tommy) Eat like a very little during the week, and then look forward to that one big steak dinner (or of the likes) on Saturday or Sunday! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talk about 3 years of overindulgence!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-116085248821534297?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/116085248821534297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=116085248821534297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116085248821534297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116085248821534297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-toe-licking-goodso-i-found-this-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-116071696071438293</id><published>2006-10-12T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:24:06.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't have much to say today.. but I encourage you to go check out &lt;a href="http://www.durbanbud.com/blog"&gt;THIS BLOG&lt;/a&gt;. I've never met the guy, but I like his blog.. and the latest made me fall out of my chair laughing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-116071696071438293?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/116071696071438293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=116071696071438293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116071696071438293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116071696071438293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont-have-much-to-say-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-116063366918007647</id><published>2006-10-11T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T23:19:41.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scaryphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/scaryphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHONE PHOBIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a problem (yes another one) I'm scared of the phone. I don't know if a phone molested me as a child, if a phone tried to strangle me, or what happened, but I have a real hard time using it. I don't like to answer it, and I don't like to call people. The only exception is the phone on my desk at work. And then when I do answer it, I really don't wanna be bothered with the person on the other end. Sometimes I watch the phone ring, and just let it go to voice mail. Most the time however, I have the ringer off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my communication these days seems to be over email, text messages and instant messages. I've lost touch with lots of people like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of my biggest issues is that I don't have a great attention span. If I am on the phone I"m always tempted to do anything but listen, so I zone off. I remember as a kid, I could be on the phone for 6 hours at a time. Now I can't even stand to be on the phone for six seconds! How messed up is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can work on it, but that's not my biggest worry right now! The weight thing is.. and it starts tomorrow (now how many times have I said that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about that weight thing, a was reading a guy's coming out story, and it inspired me to write about the past decade of my life. After seeing it on paper (errr.. computer screen)&lt;br /&gt;First off, my life scares me, and would make an excellent Lifetime movie.... But it also made me realize I have overcome some super duper huge obstacles in my life. This weight loss thing should be a snap... and how yeah.. snaps to my girl angela who reminded me of a bottle of confidence she gave me 12 years ago... guess I'll have to go back to the farm and find it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-116063366918007647?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/116063366918007647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=116063366918007647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116063366918007647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116063366918007647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/10/phone-phobia-so-i-have-problem-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-116053615017269340</id><published>2006-10-10T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:09:10.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/brokenrecord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/brokenrecord.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm Gonna Sound like a Broken Record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, I walked with a coworker down the street... he had to drop off his dry cleaning (yeah he brings his laundry bag to work with him.. and takes it out during lunch)&lt;br /&gt;So while we were in the place, I turned and looked to my left.  Oh glory, its a big old mirror.  I prayed to god it was one of those circus maze mirrors, but it wasn't.  It was a good ol' flat old fashion mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked like a cow... a big fat ugly cow. (well.. a cute cow)   So I ask myself again, as I have asked myself over and over again for the past 2.5 years.. WHY did I allow myself to get like this..   I used to be such a health freak!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems:   I sleep too late, and then can only do a little cardio in the morning.   I eat when I go home because I'm bored.   If I don't go home, I go out and drink, then that makes me hungry, and I eat more.   Then when I drink, I will wake up feeling slothy!  I really need to start lifting again, in addition to the cardio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like an ol record that skips over and over again. (I'm sure everyone is sick of me talking about this, and not really working hard to do anything about it... see the einsten blog)   Maybe if I would just realize THAT IF I TOOK A MONTH AND JUST WORKED HARD, I would be addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know me, (actually a lot of people that do know me, don't know this) But I have a very addictive personality.  I've been addicted to everything (we won't go down the list, so not to get myself in trouble)   But I figure if I get addicted to the gym and healthy eating (yes I've been addicted to it before)  We be in good shape!   &lt;br /&gt;Cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-116053615017269340?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/116053615017269340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=116053615017269340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116053615017269340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116053615017269340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-gonna-sound-like-broken-record-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-116037340243943709</id><published>2006-10-08T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:57:12.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/misteryuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/misteryuck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who remember's Mister Yuck?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I was growing up, this guy was everywhere, on commercials on cleaning supplies! Mister Yuck is mean!!! Mister Yuck is Green! Wonder what ever happened to him? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess now adays conservative groups would want him on everything from books, to cd's to video games. Poor Mister Yuck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt like putting a mister yuck sticker on the forehead of our waiter tonight at Bertucci's. I will say of chain restaurants, I have had some of the best service here, however tonight, I had the worst. By nights' end, I finally told him. We waited 10 minutes to be acknowledged after we sat down, had empty drinks, didn't get checked on .. etc. etc. etc. By the end of the night he asked How was everything .. I'm like "The Food was fine" He started trying to apologize for his service.. and I told him.. to wait that long to be that thirsty was unacceptable and offensive. He kept apologizing. He only got a 3 dollar tip.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What the hell happened to customer service. Its hard to get in restaurants, you go into a store, and you can come out, and not even get a hello. One time at target, the checkout girl never said a word, not even a total! (not that I really wanna be talked to) BUT STILL! Maybe she didn't speak English. Who knows. Different subject different day I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well the weekend is over, I blew it again, and now its back to work. I hate Mondays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-116037340243943709?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/116037340243943709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=116037340243943709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116037340243943709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116037340243943709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/10/who-remembers-mister-yuckwhen-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-116019852686402338</id><published>2006-10-06T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T22:22:06.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/alexandria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/alexandria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOMMY GOES TO CITY HALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like an idiot I forgot to pay my car tax.  It was due on Thursday.  I paid it on Friday.  I went to city hall to do it.    So lets just say Old town is not far from where I live, but driving down there just makes me mad.&lt;br /&gt;#1... I got behind a Dash bus on narrow King Street.   That means I had to stop everytime it did... No going around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2  Parking!   My darn SUV is too tall to go into the parking garage... happens to me a lot in DC too.. one time I scraped the top in the one across from the Hinkley Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I found a space on the street... there was some beat up ol jag which I thought sure I was going to clip.  The skinny little tail of the car sitting practically on the ground, I couldn't see it.  I didn't.  I'm a pro-paralell-parker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I get inside.  I go through the line to get a copy of my bill.   Then I stand in line to pay for it.  When I go to pay it I get miss thing snapping her jaws, realizing that I have last year's bill, not this years.   Then after a few tongue sucks, and making it sound like my fault, I am told to go back to get a reprint.  I then go back to the same woman, and tell her what she did wrong.   She's like, I didn't do anything wrong.. then is like.. oh yeah.. I did.  I get the bill, then bypass the line, and go pay it.  DONE.  a couple hundred dollars down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;I will say thank god this isn't DC.   It would have been an all day affair.  One time it took me 2 hours of waiting to find out they towed my car around the corner, and I could just get in it and take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop:  I decide.. might as well go to Whole Foods and get lunch and dinner, since I'm in neighborhood.   I Drive into the VERY BUSY parking garage there (yeah.. I fit in that one)  and get stuck behind every goon that has to wait for someone to back out so they can get the first spot they see.   I always drive to the back so I have lots of room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get down there... the fire alarm is screeching.   Lord... it was loud too.  They were testing it, although even if was real.. I think people would ignore it.   Those things are always going off, and I never see anyone respond to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I finally go inside, start scooping up some food from the bar, and the alarm stops... there is a roar of claps, cheers and jubilation from across the store.. then a guy gets on the loud speaker thanking the customers for being patient.   I really love whole foods, I just hate that its so crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I get home, watch days of our lives, and go to work.  I'm glad its Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-116019852686402338?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/116019852686402338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=116019852686402338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116019852686402338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116019852686402338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/10/tommy-goes-to-city-hall-so-like-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-116002878427668975</id><published>2006-10-04T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:16:14.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/topho.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/topho.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEY YOU! SAY HELLO! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found a Ho, I found a Top, but what I really wanna know is if there are Bottom's to go????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figure about 10 people read this thing on any given day, but I know of only 3 regulars.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are reading this right now.. say hello!  Ask questions, and tell me what you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-116002878427668975?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/116002878427668975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=116002878427668975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116002878427668975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/116002878427668975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-you-say-hello-so-i-found-ho-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-115993783285403026</id><published>2006-10-03T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T22:32:11.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/foley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/foley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark Foley: The Good Ol' American Gay?&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;God save us!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again! Another closet case who has to prey on kids. Of course he's gay. America gets to see another "Gay" preying on Kids. Which makes them think: All Gays are pedofiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah.. blame the alcohol or the priest.  I am a heavy drinker and I know:  It will make you do things you shouldn't do, BUT.. truth is you WANT to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it, almost every day there are stories about guys preying on kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in Montgomery County a man was arrested for getting busy with a male exchange student... in Alexandria, a man went up to a little boy and started feeling him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't there ever be any positive gay coverage: It's pedofiles, butch lesbians kissing on air, and flamboyant men speaking out. Then you have the naked guys and drag queens prancing in the streets for gay pride. Not that these are all the same, I mean there are many sub-cultures of gay life, and no I'm in no way saying it's bad (except for the pedofiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what America never gets to see is that gay people are also normal. They're fooball players, lawyers, doctors, network tv news anchors. The reason people don't get to see this is because those who blend in, aren't loud and in your face. Middle America gets so plowed with the extreme... they never see the average. Maybe they need the average to adapt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been thinking too... Mark Foley pushed so hard for anti-pedofile legislation in congress.... he turned out to be doing it himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/bobmarshall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/200/bobmarshall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this say about Bob Marshall, the snake delegate from Manassas who pushes all the anti-gay legislation through Virginia government?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-115993783285403026?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115993783285403026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=115993783285403026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115993783285403026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115993783285403026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/10/mark-foley-good-ol-american-gay-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-115985384349986765</id><published>2006-10-02T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:37:23.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/einstein.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/einstein.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So I have to say Einstein had me pegged! If his statement is true:  I am insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I said I was going to do a million things this summer.   I say that every summer.. the beach, a river trip, do a million chores on the family farm etc. etc. etc.    Did I do any of it?  NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I say I'm going to lose weight, and set all sorts of dates and goals... do I do it?  NO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I say I'm going to stop going out after work, instead go to the gym for a little cardio after work.. do I do it?  No.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instead I live life the same way I live it everyday, and get stuck in the same routine.  I guess I'm a creature of habit.   Am I boring?  Don't answer that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-115985384349986765?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115985384349986765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=115985384349986765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115985384349986765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115985384349986765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/10/insanity-doing-same-thing-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-115966277555171599</id><published>2006-09-30T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T17:32:55.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/093006_15351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/093006_15351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I get a HO to GO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found this on my door today.   I think I'll be eating some Ho's a lot in the months ahead!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling today "Saturday Sabath"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did absolutely NOTHING today.   I woke up, came out to the living room,  laid on the sofa, and watched LMN!  It started with a movie about a woman accused of killing her baby, and 2 hours of proving it was a genetic disorder. &lt;br /&gt;I then went and ate a healthy lunch at Five Guys.   Then I came home and I've been in and out of naps.   I remember watching part of Jeepers Creepers 2... Part of Twister, and Part of the Incredible 4.   I was supposed to go down to the State Fair, but I wasn't feeling the drive to Richmond today.   Tomorrow I am going home to see the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-115966277555171599?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115966277555171599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=115966277555171599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115966277555171599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115966277555171599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/09/can-i-get-ho-to-go-so-i-found-this-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-115924741444076555</id><published>2006-09-25T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:34:33.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/watermelon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/watermelon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GEORGE ALLEN likes Watermelon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, let me take that back, from the look on his face, he looks like he's about to gag!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the poor guy is getting ganged up on again. Some former teammate from the UVA football team came out claiming he used the N-Word around white players. This was in the 1970's. If he did would it be wrong? Yes. But you can't forget either, that this was just 10 years after de-segregation. Times were different then... This is circa: Archie Bunker and All in the Family.  The country was just starting to come around.   I'm sure he would never be so stupid now, however I'm not so sure his opinion has changed too much.  So George, your presidential hopes are gone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am in no way defending any of Allen's recent debacles. However, he was one of the last few republicans I continued to support. I always liked him alot. Who will I vote for in November? I'm not sure yet. Jim Webb seems really sketchy to me, and at least Allen is wishy-washy on the issues most republicans are so stern against. btw CAN WE PLEASE GET RID OF BOB MARSHALL IN THE VIRGINIA HOUSE OF DELEGATES PLEASE... HE'S BREEDS HATE!  I mean he can get away with wanting to bring down the gays!  20 years from now, he could probably be compared to the KKK.  Poor guy went to seminary schools his entire life.   Sheltered, ignorant people have no business in politics.  I've considered moving to Manassas just to run against him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of race issues, How about Oprah!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/OPRAH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/200/OPRAH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I read today that she has a new show on XM, and in talking about how her mother's biggest aspirations for her were to be cleaning house for a white woman, she turned it around saying, now all the whites are working for me. Turns out she only has one black person on her staff. Something isn't right here if that's true! I mean with all the blacks living in poverty, which is fueling a crime problem, why isn't she doing more to help. She made it out, what is she doing? Granted, I don't watch her show, or keep up with her, but it seems very white-centric. I guess that is where the money is. But Sister, there are probably so many people out there with potential, and while you're out parading around the L-Word with you girlfriend,  your brothers and sisters, so overcome by poverty are killing eachother, and now even others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I personally prefer Dr. Phil, which is another harpo production. Sometimes I find myself watching Judge Hatchett.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-115924741444076555?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115924741444076555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=115924741444076555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115924741444076555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115924741444076555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/09/george-allen-likes-watermelonwell-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-115915560976002489</id><published>2006-09-24T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T20:51:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/imagejpeg_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/imagejpeg_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The End of an Era&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is no getting around it. I am now officially 30 years old. A few friends came out last night to have drinks, and then this morning, coworkers took me to brunch. Drag brunch in Adams Morgan. That's me after one of the queens threw a wig on me, and told me to do what she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So What next? What will I do with the second half of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal #1 Lose Weight: Its the reason I started MyBigFatBlog. My weight controls everything I do. I won't go out if I don't have an outfit to at least semi-mask it. I wear the same thing over and over again, because it will hang right on me. Oh yeah, and I don't buy clothes, or at least nice clothes, because I'm always hoping I'll lose weight, so I end up wearing the same raggy old thing all the time. I have this one blue polo shirt... I guarantee I wear ALMOST everytime I go out. So tomorrow its back to the gym, eating right, and not drinking so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal #2 Buy a House: Yes, I missed out big time on the housing boom. With me moving around, or hoping to move around a lot, I was always hesitant because I didn't want to be held down, preventing me from getting a job elsewhere quickly, moving up the career ladder. Right now Bryan is in school, so we're a one income household, so I guess I actually have to wait until he graduates in august for the house thing to become reality. Can't be stretched too thin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/200/scarydog.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So I think this picture is funny.   I stole it off someone's friendster account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I reach those two goals, everything else will fall into place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Last night I went to Jr's, not surprising that few coworkers came out, they were scared of the bar!  But a few good friends came out, and that's all I wanted anyway.  So when we were at Annies afterwards, some guy fell to the ground with some sort of medical problem, and my Bryan, miss nursing student went to his rescue.   He at least made sure he wasn't dying.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, so I ran into a guy I went to 4-H camp with when I was a kid at JR's.   He asked me "So people go to Cobalts next"   I'm like.. yeah, but without the s..... like... Walmarts.   Now that I think about it, that was probably really offensive, but us boy's from the country can laugh at those things.  "I done shopped at Kmarts, now I reckon I should skiddadle over and get one of them there winders for the trailer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... I'm done now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-115915560976002489?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115915560976002489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=115915560976002489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115915560976002489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115915560976002489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/09/end-of-era-so-there-is-no-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-115897615594532619</id><published>2006-09-22T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:54:11.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tickle me Thomas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o4x-VW_rCSE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know what would make this really funny? Is if the Dog took Elmo and ripped him to shreds!!!&lt;/strong&gt; If I had one of these new elmos, and a dog, I would do that!! So, Less then 24 hours until I turn 30. I think I'm gonna put on my red dancing dress with a slit up the side clean up to my hip! And then I'm gonna twirl around town!!!! I don't like celebrating birthdays, I usually don't... because I hate being the center of attention. A Friend of mine however has convinced me to go out. Wanna come? I think we start at Jr's at 10/30. If you haven't figured it out by now, I ain't losing no weight until i cross over into adulthood. T-minus 20 hours. 5:35pm September 23rd.  Oh Yeah, and speaking of Elmo... check out these kids singing the song for him.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zyrkqxi07so"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zyrkqxi07so" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now I really feel old! I remember when I was in high school making silly videos like that.  Doesn't seem that long ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-115897615594532619?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115897615594532619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=115897615594532619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115897615594532619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115897615594532619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/09/tickle-me-thomas-so-you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-115885732450763013</id><published>2006-09-21T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T09:48:44.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/30years_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/30years_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 hours until my 30th Birthday... eh.. well if you wanna be specific its more like 53 hours since I was born at 5 something in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I had more page views then ever!  Credit goes to &lt;a href="http://kellystern.blogspot.com"&gt;Kelly Stern&lt;/a&gt; for giving me a shout out on his blog!  &lt;br /&gt;Guess if someone's reading this bad boy now.. I gotta make it more exciting!&lt;br /&gt;So guess WHAT!  I managed to wake up with a temperature! Its gone now, courtesy Advil, but I still got the stuffy head and the cough.  This really sucks heading into the weekend.   I almost called in sick, but figured I could still function!  Maybe I'll go home early since someone else is producing my show tonight.&lt;br /&gt;A girl at work thought I was sick because i'm so stressed about work/birthday/weight etc.   Maybe?  However I'm sort of looking forwarding to becoming a full-time adult ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-115885732450763013?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115885732450763013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=115885732450763013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115885732450763013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115885732450763013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/09/36-hours-until-my-30th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-115877250141054542</id><published>2006-09-20T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T10:15:01.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up every morning, I come log online check ratings, email etc.   I go either to the gym or out for a run, then I sit down with lunch and watch Days of Our Lives.   I do this everyday.. I'm like a little housewife or something.&lt;br /&gt;Today however I didnt' go the gym or go run, despite my weight misery.  The reason?  I've got some sort of cold going on.  Yuck.  I hate this.  Stuffy head, drainage, all the real attrative stuff that gets your fire burning ;-)  Hopefully its not serious.. I don't want to ring in 30 feeling like crap.&lt;br /&gt;So I just watched Geraldo.   He ended the Gov. Mcgreevy story saying "Even gay governors can be creeps"&lt;br /&gt;How insensitive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-115877250141054542?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115877250141054542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=115877250141054542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115877250141054542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115877250141054542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-wake-up-every-morning-i-come-log.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-115864678326191350</id><published>2006-09-18T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T23:19:43.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/Bacardi-Light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/Bacardi-Light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I Get Weak When I look at you Weak when I touch you get weak .....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rember that Belinda Carliylse song?   Yeah Yeah Yeah, so Sunday afternoon my better half was studying so I hit up a friend and we went to JR's.  $2 Sky Vodkas (Yes, I prefer Bacardi, but Vodka is delicious when its only 2 bucks)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So put alcohol in my hand, and I don't know when to stop.  We drank.. and drank.. and drank.  He had to go home to be at work at 6am, so I went off to Freddies, and drank some more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently I met some guys, and gave one of them my email address.   He emailed me today.   I remember him, but don't remember giving out my email address.  Thank God I told him about my partner of 3 years.  I passed out almost the moment I got home (sad to say.. it was around midnight)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, while I wasn't hung-over this morning, my body was definitely paying for it today. Weak muscles, a morning sweat.... fatigue!  I hate that feeling, I don't know why I repeat it.     I'll be 30 in four days.  Guess I'll grow up then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah.. So I weighed myself at the gym on sunday.  It made me so sick, I won't post.    I still need to buy that scale&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-115864678326191350?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115864678326191350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=115864678326191350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115864678326191350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115864678326191350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-get-weak-when-i-look-at-you-weak.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-115847357097301046</id><published>2006-09-16T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:12:50.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/091706_01571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/091706_01571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU WANT TO TOUCH MY SMURF?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wh6fNmUINRk&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Smurfin' Funny video&lt;/a&gt; of Smurfette you've probably already seen.  You should check it out!&lt;br /&gt;What did I do today?  Well My better half had to study all day long, so I was lazy for awhile, then cleaned the bathroom, cleaned the kitchen, did two loads of laundry, cleaned and straightened up the living room, went to the gym, had dinner with some smurfin' friends.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, So I've always wanted to learn Spanish.   I'm sick of the immigrants always talking behind me at stores and not knowing what they're saying.  I've always said I was gonna learn it, so tonight at Barnes and Noble, I bought an audio CD that claims to teach me conversational Spanish.   I finally bought it, instead of just thinking about it.  Es un coche grande!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-115847357097301046?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115847357097301046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=115847357097301046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115847357097301046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115847357097301046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/09/do-you-want-to-touch-my-smurf-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-115838577351472450</id><published>2006-09-15T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:49:33.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/kidvideo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/kidvideo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God It's Friday (well it's 1:30, so I guess its Saturday now!)&lt;br /&gt;Exactly one week from now I will be 30.  We are now in the Final Countdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--- So does Anyone remember these guys?   &lt;a href="http://www.kvflipside.org/"&gt;Kid Video&lt;/a&gt;   It was one of my favorite cartoons (next to the Smurfs) for a short time growing up.  It was before New Kids on the Block, or any of that.   A teen band was abducted into the cartoon world.  I always liked their real-life videos afterwards.   They didn't last long, and they've disappeared from EVERYONE's radar it seems, except for mine.&lt;br /&gt;So I put the stat reader on my blog, and hardly anyone reads my blog.  Its sort of sad.  I did find a blog the other day of a &lt;a href="http://kellystern.blogspot.com"&gt;reporter&lt;/a&gt; I used to work with in Roanoke when I was just a just a wee-intern.  He is also on the weight loss mission. (although I can't say i've been trying too hard)  Anyway, he posts his weight everyday on his blog.   Remind me to buy a scale tomorrow, and start doing the same!  Our old Ikea isn't as accurate as I think it probably should be.  Bye Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-115838577351472450?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115838577351472450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=115838577351472450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115838577351472450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115838577351472450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/09/thank-god-its-friday-well-its-130-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-115812820843868929</id><published>2006-09-12T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T23:16:48.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE PLENTY TO SAY, BUT REALLY NOT IN THE MOOD:  I FIND THIS SOMEWHAT HUMOROUS AND SADLY TRUE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Bathroom Habits Say About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoyourbathroomhabitssayaboutyouquiz/bathroom.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very independent and self-centered. You don't solve other people's problems - and you don't expect them to solve yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your idea of fashion is jeans and a t-shirt. Clean, if you're lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a little shy and easily embarrassed. You often wonder if you are normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you are practical and realistic. You have a romantic side, but you only let it out when it's appropriate.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourbathroomhabitssayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Bathroom Habits Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-115812820843868929?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115812820843868929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=115812820843868929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115812820843868929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115812820843868929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-plenty-to-say-but-really-not-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-115804362312360121</id><published>2006-09-11T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:47:03.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/bluelight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/bluelight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Heaven's Open Up over Washington?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is scene outside my living room doors.  A strange blueish white glow in the sky.   It looks like in the movies where the skies open up to heaven or something.   Its actually the blue lights from the Pentagon.    An even stranger sight was tonight in the control room.  The blue lights at ground zero shot up into the clouds, and there was an intense White glow.  It was almost like art.&lt;br /&gt;I guess 9/11 effects people differently.   I guess I never really had time to sit back and think about it.   It was all about getting the story on the air when it happened for me.   In many ways it was exciting with a big wow factor.... the biggest news story in the world unfolding in front of me.  A lot of people died that day.  I was lucky.. I didn't know anyone that died, but a lot of my friends did.  I guess working with death and destruction everyday I'm somewhat jaded... so it didn't hit me as hard as it hit so many people.  I'm sure if someone I loved died I would have fallen to my knees and screamed. &lt;br /&gt;Someone did an op-ed about how This isn't the day the world really changed, that the day the world changed was 15 years ago when the Soviet Union fell.  Perhaps they're right.   Someone is now out to topple the only superpower left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-115804362312360121?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115804362312360121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=115804362312360121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115804362312360121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115804362312360121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/09/heavens-open-up-over-washington-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-115796076613195459</id><published>2006-09-11T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T00:58:29.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/richmond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/richmond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE ROAD TO RICHMOND!&lt;br /&gt;So today I went back to Richmond. I spent 5 years there.... I grew up a lot there, went through many things there. In many ways I consider that more my hometown then the Shenandoah Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food For Thought:  ( i heard this tonight, and found some truth in it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"No one explained to me when I was young why time only goes forward. Hold your tongue was what they said when I asked about the universe and such and why we can't do all that much about it. We only make a mess of things. If only a mistake could be corrected....wind life back and start again.The second time we'd know the art of living. But we only get one go. No dress rehersals, this one is the show. And we don't know it. I don't see the rhyme or reason in this so called grand design. But then I don't believe. There is no sign of IT up there as far as I'm concered. And see if there is one thing that i have truly learned it's this: it's down to me. And you of course. Each one of us is IT. We are the source of all the bad. And good things too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-115796076613195459?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115796076613195459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=115796076613195459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115796076613195459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115796076613195459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-road-to-richmond-so-today-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-115776003322207551</id><published>2006-09-08T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T17:00:33.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/fatboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/fatboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isn't he HOT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I can't say I've gotten off to a great week of dropping the weight.   In order for me to really be successful I need to get into a groove/a habit.   Going to the gym in the morning, eating at certain times of the day etc.    I was on a mini-vacation this week, and by going home... well?   It didn't quite work out.  I did manage to do some farm work while home (mowed some grass, weed eating, scrubbed some borad fence)  I also went for a run...  But it's not the hard core stuff I wanna do.   I do hope to have 10 pounds off by my 30th.  When I get back to work, I plan to do the gym in the morning, and top the night off with a short cardio workout (thank god for WSC having 24 hour gyms!)  That will hopefully keep me from taking out my post work stress on food or drink!   C-ya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-115776003322207551?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115776003322207551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=115776003322207551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115776003322207551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115776003322207551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/09/isnt-he-hot-so-i-cant-say-ive-gotten.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-115760882379099812</id><published>2006-09-06T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T23:00:23.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thomastobin.net/images/farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.thomastobin.net/images/farm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;FARM COOKING!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I'm off until Monday, so If figured it would be the perfect opportunity to come home to visit my parents.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have never seen so much food in a house in my life.  I think my mother still buys and cooks for a family for 4, even though its just the two of them now.   Anyway, I decided I would cook dinner.  I was going to cook a chicken dish, but since I grew up on a beef farm, I knew my dad would rather have beef.  I went to Whole Foods, bought some steaks, some fresh veggies.  Whipped up some herbs at my place, and drove to my parents.   I got here, and found donuts, sweets, treats, and the very large refridge packed full.   Its twice the size of my fridge, and mine is empty usually.  Anyway, since I was cooking dinner, I kept finding myself munching.    Did I mention I didn't sleep the night before, Anxiety over the poor spelling.  I got to sleep at 7AM!  So today I was bad.  No Gym, SUPER BAD DIET, and now another cocktail.  I wonder if the Golds in Front Royal will do a one day membership? This is why I try not to come home for long periods of time! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-115760882379099812?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115760882379099812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=115760882379099812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115760882379099812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115760882379099812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/09/farm-cookingso-im-off-until-monday-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-115752053660414981</id><published>2006-09-05T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:48:58.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/abcdefg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/abcdefg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR ABC'S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight i'm very frustrated. I work in the news and I had 4 mispellings tonight. Two were in one of those full screen graphics that you see on the screen, two were at the bottom of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've learned is that viewers have NO patience for ANYTHING that is spelled wrong. They will pick of the phone and complain in a heartbeat! What is so troubling is usually these are just simple typos. What is even more troubling is NO ONE is double checking their work.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is very frustrating to leave work with that on my shoulders. I'm off until Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... to my weight, I went to the gym today, did a little chest, did about 40 minutes eliptical... and I ate okay today, except for the cocktail I had when I got home! I need to bump that cardio time up at least another ten minutes, but I had to get to work today. Again, slept too late! Waking up is hard to do! Tomorrow I head to see the parents for a few days! This is always a challenge because they have soo much food. I told them I was cooking dinner tomorrow.. we'll see how the rest of the visit goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Start of StatCounter Code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var sc_project=1875827; &lt;br /&gt;var sc_invisible=0; &lt;br /&gt;var sc_partition=17; &lt;br /&gt;var sc_security="3ff51b66"; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.statcounter.com/counter/counter.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.statcounter.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img  src="http://c18.statcounter.com/counter.php?sc_project=1875827&amp;amp;java=0&amp;amp;security=3ff51b66&amp;amp;invisible=0" alt="hit tracker" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End of StatCounter Code --&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://my.statcounter.com/project/standard/stats.php?project_id=1875827&amp;amp;guest=1"&gt;View My Stats&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-115752053660414981?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115752053660414981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=115752053660414981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115752053660414981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115752053660414981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/09/your-abcs-so-tonight-im-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-115743270566485762</id><published>2006-09-04T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:05:05.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>C&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/tommyrunning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/tommyrunning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aptain of the Cruise?&lt;br /&gt;This picture is from the early 1990's.  I would say 1991 or 1992.  I am running Cross Country at Handley High School in Winchester for some invitational.   Back then I could run a mile in less then 5 minutes.  And I have so much hair in the blowing wind, it looks like a tiara.&lt;br /&gt;I still run, but we won't talk about how long it takes me to run a mile now.  I usually hit Holmes Run in Alexandria.  Its quite a sight watching all the cruisers there.   I've named them. &lt;br /&gt;Today, like yesterday I ran past "Sodom" Hussein.  He looks kind of like the old dictator.  He is always sitting on the bench just watching the guys run by with an evil looking grin on his face.   It's actually sort of sad how many guys do what they do in that park over and over again.   There's this one guy "Chill Billy" who's sad soul I see online too.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... So today I ran, but what I really need to do is hit the gym hard again.  Eliptical and Treadmill.. when I moved here I was doing an hour a day on the treadmill.  OUCH that would kill my flat feet at this point.&lt;br /&gt;I also need to hit the weights.  At one time I had pretty good muscle def.   I guess its still there, just needs to be pumped up a little bit.  I ate okay today.... but once I start really preparing my meals... we'll be in business.  I of course didn't want to wake up today.   It's a holiday, but I had to work.. at 3pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-115743270566485762?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115743270566485762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=115743270566485762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115743270566485762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115743270566485762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/09/captain-of-cruise-this-picture-is-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820642.post-115733721416039580</id><published>2006-09-03T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:17:33.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/monkeyman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/320/monkeyman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night we went out on the town in DC (we usually just end up drinking on this side of the river) But we ended up on 17th street to JR's and Cobalt. What I feel like I got was a lot of snubs and a lot of dirty looks. Major difference from 3 years ago when I moved here.&lt;br /&gt;Reality Check!&lt;br /&gt;So what's different? I'm 50 pounds heavier and just weeks awayfrom turning 30! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/fatpic2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/200/fatpic2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weight pretty much has been controling me. Controls how I dress, if I go out, whether I go to the beach, etc. It is the Number One thing that holds me back from everything I want to do. It even effects how I perform at work, I believe (and producing is mainly a desk job!)&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes. I'm going to drop this weight, and I mean drop it. I'm going to use this new blog to track it! How about a little support!&lt;br /&gt;2o days until I turn 30. 246 pounds! I can't believe it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33820642-115733721416039580?l=tvnooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115733721416039580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33820642&amp;postID=115733721416039580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115733721416039580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33820642/posts/default/115733721416039580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tvnooz.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-last-night-we-went-out-on-town-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976234646753240886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/440/3718/1600/scarydog.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
