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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-8605455157144926825</id><published>2012-03-04T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T14:31:44.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tacky crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ready for spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston'/><title type='text'>You never know who you'll find on the dance floor or what you'll find in Best Buy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PIsrG9Z5tTk/T1KipSuLsrI/AAAAAAAAAn4/3nqW4dUZGlI/s640/blogger-image--1853521569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PIsrG9Z5tTk/T1KipSuLsrI/AAAAAAAAAn4/3nqW4dUZGlI/s400/blogger-image--1853521569.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love fun sun glasses. The brighter and neoner the better. I'm making up words now. I'm really ready for spring but refuse to really get into spring mode until the end of April. New England weather is a sneaky snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been a yucky cold mess. But I pulled on my rain boots and trudged on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an interesting outing with Melissa this weekend. We sat down at the bar at &lt;a href="http://www.healthyfreshfood.com/"&gt;Golden Temple&lt;/a&gt; and this waiter comes up to us and says that this guy wanted to buy our next round. We look over and it's this way older guy sitting at a table with a group of people. Of course it's some 60 year old man that wants to buy us drinks and not some attractive guy closer to our age. We did not accept the drinks. I feel weird accepting drinks from people when I'm not single. If I do accept I try to make sure they know I have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start chatting with this girl who is there with two of her guy friends. They invite is to dance with them on the dance floor so we do. One of the guys looked like a cross between a young Patrick Swayze and Robert Pattinson. He had some pretty amazing dance moves. I really had fun dancing with him. The other guy was really annoying and was not a good dancer. He kept trying to grab mine or Melissa's hand and spin us around. Is that your only dance move? The girl was nice but we think she might have actually been into young Patrick Swayze R. Pats. dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick R. Pats (my new nickname for him) was actually a nice guy. He told me I looked like a classic lady with my super white skin and being tiny. News flash I am on the shorter side but I would not call myself tiny. So thank you Patrick R. Pats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the night at the &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonsquaretavern.com/"&gt;Tavern&lt;/a&gt; as per usual. A quiet end to the evening. I ate a piece of pizza and I'm sure that I will pay dearly for that as I'm not suppose to eat tomato sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took a trip to Target and Best Buy and saw this tacky keyboard for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Vys-YaW46Ys/T1KiokHk4pI/AAAAAAAAAnw/0mEV1QQSRW8/s640/blogger-image-2120671925.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Vys-YaW46Ys/T1KiokHk4pI/AAAAAAAAAnw/0mEV1QQSRW8/s400/blogger-image-2120671925.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Welcome to Boston folks! Who would pay $70.00 for this crap? I'm sure someone has. I hope this keyboard has Tom Brady sound effects at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-8605455157144926825?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8605455157144926825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/03/you-never-know-who-youll-find-on-dance.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/8605455157144926825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/8605455157144926825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/03/you-never-know-who-youll-find-on-dance.html' title='You never know who you&apos;ll find on the dance floor or what you&apos;ll find in Best Buy'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PIsrG9Z5tTk/T1KipSuLsrI/AAAAAAAAAn4/3nqW4dUZGlI/s72-c/blogger-image--1853521569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-4900679524566596757</id><published>2012-03-01T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T09:43:19.788-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunger Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katniss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mockingjay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>23 days until the Hunger Games movie and thoughts on Mockingjay Katniss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--cgVCAfcYbw/T0-KiCJG5AI/AAAAAAAAAno/rx7xTFxpahY/s1600/the-hunger-games-movie-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--cgVCAfcYbw/T0-KiCJG5AI/AAAAAAAAAno/rx7xTFxpahY/s400/the-hunger-games-movie-poster.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The Hunger Games opens in theaters in 23 days! Not that I'm counting or anything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to take a moment to talk about Katniss in Mockingjay. So if you haven't read book 3 yet you might want to skip this. Nothing super spoilerific but still, just a warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Katniss fan. There are some people that are not. Some think she's cold and others like her character up until Mockingjay. They don't like weak Katniss that hides in the closet. But you know what? She's a teenager who's been through a lot of shit. She was in the Hunger Games not once but twice, her home was blown to pieces, the guy that she loves (but won't admit it yet) was kidnapped and is being tortured and the people that she thought she could trust were using her to further their own agenda and lied to her about it. Not to mention that she's now expected to be the face of a revolution. I think she has every right to have a little break down. Suzanne Collins knew what she was doing. Hard, cold, strong Katniss is still a teenager, she's still human, she is not perfect. In the end she does what she has to do to survive and that is the Katniss we know and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-4900679524566596757?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4900679524566596757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/03/23-days-until-hunger-games-movie-and.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4900679524566596757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4900679524566596757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/03/23-days-until-hunger-games-movie-and.html' title='23 days until the Hunger Games movie and thoughts on Mockingjay Katniss'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--cgVCAfcYbw/T0-KiCJG5AI/AAAAAAAAAno/rx7xTFxpahY/s72-c/the-hunger-games-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-6538190645038451389</id><published>2012-02-28T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T07:45:49.628-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phobias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I swear I&apos;m not crazy'/><title type='text'>I think I'm still afraid of the dark</title><content type='html'>Well this is embarrassing to admit. It really hit me last night when I got up to fill my glass of water and did a flying leap onto my bed and spilled water all over myself because you know, there might be something under there! Yeah, Ginny. There's some dust bunnies, cat toys and hula hoops under there. And how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gathered the evidence here for you so you can point and laugh at me. Go on, I'm giving you permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to close my closet door before I go to bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I lived at home in my early 20s we had a really creepy cellar so I made sure to lock the cellar door every night. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When camping I sprint to the bathroom like I'm in a horror movie because it's really dark and I'm in the woods. I'm not afraid of wild animals, I'm afraid of murderous psychopaths.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will often leap on to me bed if I have gotten up in the middle of the night. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fear was much worse when I was a kid. I would actually check in my closet and under my bed before I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame vivid dreams and nightmares for this phobia. I have to blame something right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's also blame that movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0282209/"&gt;Darkness Falls&lt;/a&gt;. It's like someone made that movie just to scare the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-6538190645038451389?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6538190645038451389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-think-im-still-afraid-of-dark.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6538190645038451389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6538190645038451389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-think-im-still-afraid-of-dark.html' title='I think I&apos;m still afraid of the dark'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-745263413964704739</id><published>2012-02-26T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T10:00:02.082-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston'/><title type='text'>DJ leopard and winter warriors</title><content type='html'>I had a girls night out this weekend that was supposed to be a girls night in watching movies but turned into a girls night talk fest followed by a girls night drink fest at the last drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FJZrAESa3Dw/T0nmT5giamI/AAAAAAAAAm4/LWaXej2AkP4/s640/blogger-image-201700395.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FJZrAESa3Dw/T0nmT5giamI/AAAAAAAAAm4/LWaXej2AkP4/s1600/blogger-image-201700395.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I stopped at my local liquor store/market for a bottle of wine. I don't know why I expected Chansky's to be run by a bunch of Russians but it's not. There was no reason for me to think this was a Russian market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-oPZ6qZ0tbIY/T0nmVsmhmfI/AAAAAAAAAnI/fWBQ1pBXixU/s640/blogger-image--2012876791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-oPZ6qZ0tbIY/T0nmVsmhmfI/AAAAAAAAAnI/fWBQ1pBXixU/s640/blogger-image--2012876791.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chansky's has it's own wine it seems. I didn't purchase the Chansky's wine but I did wonder who the mystery Chansky's face was. I'm guessing it's a family member who first opened the market but who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yyWGNt8dWCQ/T0nmS_Guz9I/AAAAAAAAAmw/4bS77cUmPp0/s640/blogger-image--95498756.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yyWGNt8dWCQ/T0nmS_Guz9I/AAAAAAAAAmw/4bS77cUmPp0/s640/blogger-image--95498756.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DJ leopard pumping out the slaughter-matic tunes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qJgFVE4Jr9k/T0nmWAP2A_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/H6J3HobVVqE/s640/blogger-image--1569657251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qJgFVE4Jr9k/T0nmWAP2A_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/H6J3HobVVqE/s640/blogger-image--1569657251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Babbette joining in on the fun. I know you've probably had your fill of cats on this blog but I can't control myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QSvfue8n2vM/T0nmUgwcjMI/AAAAAAAAAnA/IgE_RKkT6q4/s640/blogger-image-99914820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QSvfue8n2vM/T0nmUgwcjMI/AAAAAAAAAnA/IgE_RKkT6q4/s640/blogger-image-99914820.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Last Drop is quite the shit show and yet we continue to go there. I met this girl because I liked her shirt, even though this has been the mildest winter ever. In case you can't read her shirt it says "winter warrior".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8s_dT6mZ69g/T0nmW-aJM2I/AAAAAAAAAnY/TPwm6M7mYQo/s640/blogger-image--1049089286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8s_dT6mZ69g/T0nmW-aJM2I/AAAAAAAAAnY/TPwm6M7mYQo/s400/blogger-image--1049089286.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She was wasted but managed to look somewhat sober for a picture which of course was taken for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met some people visiting from Chicago and they kept saying how rude people in Boston are. I'm not going to lie and say Boston folk are all puppy dogs and rainbows but I don't think we're a bad bunch. City folk tend to be more leery of strangers and sometimes can be rude but in general if you try to talk to a Bostonian they will be nice to you. You just have to make the effort which is way different from the South where they will automatically be nice to you no matter what. I guess I'm use to it and try to go out of my way to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5jVJuFqcBig/T0nmRipBztI/AAAAAAAAAmo/heUOCuRy4c8/s640/blogger-image-1212512448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5jVJuFqcBig/T0nmRipBztI/AAAAAAAAAmo/heUOCuRy4c8/s640/blogger-image-1212512448.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lil Anne straightened my hair and I think I look pretty fab. If only my hair was naturally pin straight. My hair is fine and wavy and very much not straight. Usually I just blow dry it so it's semi straight, but it's nice to have someone do my hair for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Oscars are tonight. I'll be tweeting up a storm as I usually do for award shows. I really hope the horse from War Horse wins best actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely Sunday readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-745263413964704739?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/745263413964704739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/dj-leopard-and-winter-warriors.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/745263413964704739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/745263413964704739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/dj-leopard-and-winter-warriors.html' title='DJ leopard and winter warriors'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FJZrAESa3Dw/T0nmT5giamI/AAAAAAAAAm4/LWaXej2AkP4/s72-c/blogger-image-201700395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-8453502461084388030</id><published>2012-02-24T11:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T11:52:48.403-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being an adult'/><title type='text'>I just can't hang anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lhPEJR7LQPw/T0e6BRwquVI/AAAAAAAAAmg/WVWUVXBQ3fg/s640/blogger-image--1335205787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lhPEJR7LQPw/T0e6BRwquVI/AAAAAAAAAmg/WVWUVXBQ3fg/s400/blogger-image--1335205787.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've come to the conclusion that I just can't hang anymore. I knew it would happen at some point and that point is now at the youngish age of 28. Last night a bunch of us top floor dwellers went out for drinks after work. The combination of 18 oz Bud Lights and no food was probably not the best combination. I rallied this morning and even made it to work early but now I have to have a hot dog for lunch because hang over cravings are not to be ignored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm saying goodbye to 22 year old Ginny who could stay out late on a Thursday and feel totally fine the next day. Hello responsible adult Ginny, it's nice to finally meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy somewhat responsible weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-8453502461084388030?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8453502461084388030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-just-cant-hang-anymore.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/8453502461084388030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/8453502461084388030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-just-cant-hang-anymore.html' title='I just can&apos;t hang anymore.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lhPEJR7LQPw/T0e6BRwquVI/AAAAAAAAAmg/WVWUVXBQ3fg/s72-c/blogger-image--1335205787.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-9043823417218288966</id><published>2012-02-23T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T17:01:39.191-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams are weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J.K. Rowling'/><title type='text'>Last night I dreamed I was Dumbledore.</title><content type='html'>I was being tortured in a prison cell for information I didn't have. I was very upset. Why would anyone want to torture Dumbledore, and why am I Dumbledore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/ae/books/articles/2012/02/23/jk_rowling_has_deal_for_new_novel_for_adults/?camp=fb"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; on Boston.com. J.K. Rowling has a book deal for her new novel. Maybe my Dumbledore dream makes a bit more sense now? Or maybe I'm just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-9043823417218288966?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/9043823417218288966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/last-night-i-dreamed-i-was-dumbledore.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/9043823417218288966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/9043823417218288966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/last-night-i-dreamed-i-was-dumbledore.html' title='Last night I dreamed I was Dumbledore.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-2241481706989426748</id><published>2012-02-22T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T07:29:15.135-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality tv is crap but I watch it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Bachelor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>How to get on the Bachelor.</title><content type='html'>Grow up on a farm and look 5-10 years older than you actually are and you too can be on the Bachelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a prerequisite to come from a wealthy family to be on the Bachelor? I don't know why I'm just noticing this now but when ever we get to the home town dates the families homes are absolutely ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently everyone grew up on a horse farm or in an orchard or some other equally tv ready picturesque place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For fun we have carriage races!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? REALLY! Because that's completely normal. Did anyone grow up in a tiny rented house with barely any money? Not on the bachelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why does no one look their age? If someone is 24 she looks 34. You age by at least ten years the second you are chosen to be on the Bachelor. I'm 28 and half of these woman look like they could be my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7cdCDx1rPE/T0RdoQ9vpaI/AAAAAAAAAmY/2Qsf5AW--DY/s1600/kacie-b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7cdCDx1rPE/T0RdoQ9vpaI/AAAAAAAAAmY/2Qsf5AW--DY/s320/kacie-b.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kacie B you were my girl. Really I liked you but how are you 24 years old! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-2241481706989426748?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2241481706989426748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/how-to-get-on-bachelor.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2241481706989426748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2241481706989426748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/how-to-get-on-bachelor.html' title='How to get on the Bachelor.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7cdCDx1rPE/T0RdoQ9vpaI/AAAAAAAAAmY/2Qsf5AW--DY/s72-c/kacie-b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-2437503856008169717</id><published>2012-02-21T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T12:17:08.163-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling helpless'/><title type='text'>Feeling helpless.</title><content type='html'>Right now my mother's boyfriend is going through some very scary medical issues. There are still many tests to be done but from what my mother has told me things are not looking good. My mother is trying to keep it together the best she can but I can tell that she is a nervous wreck. I haven't talked to Tony but I can only imagine how scared he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking about what's going to happen to both of them. Tony just retired. My mother just moved in with him this past spring and now they're facing surgery and chemo treatments. My mind keeps repeating over and over "This is not fair. This is not fair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother has been through a lot. She's been happy with Tony and she deserves happiness. And then this happens. My mother talks to me as she would a friend. She's need that. I have to be strong for her but inside I feel completely helpless. I can say it's going to be ok a million times but those are just words. There's nothing I can do to make this ok and I hate that. I'm sure my mother feels the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now we sit and wait. We go about our lives as normal as possible until we find out exactly what we're dealing with. I know whatever I'm feeling about this situation must be multiplied ten fold for Tony, my mother and Tony's family. I promise to be there for any of them of they need me. What else can I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-2437503856008169717?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2437503856008169717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/feeling-helpless.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2437503856008169717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2437503856008169717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/feeling-helpless.html' title='Feeling helpless.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-5831899608108312687</id><published>2012-02-20T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T09:52:16.428-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Binx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cat files'/><title type='text'>It's always fun when your cats wake you up chasing a mouse</title><content type='html'>I woke up around midnight to shuffling in the corner of my studio. I had fallen asleep with the tv on so I could see both cats in the corner doing something. It's no good when the cats are doing "something" in the corner. It's like two kids that just found matches. I sit up to get a better look and that's when I see something tiny go running across the floor with both cats taking off after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fucking mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately yell to Bosco "Don't touch it! You just got over tape worm!" Bosco ignores me and comes to a sliding stop around the area where the mouse ran to. Mr. Binx is sitting right near him. I throw off my blankets and turn on the light. I get down on my hands and knees trying to see if I can find the mouse. I don't have a plan. It's not like I can catch it but I feel like when you see a mouse you at least look for it. The mouse is no where to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm freaking out because I don't want Bosco to eat another flea from a mouse and get a tape worm again. My other thought is - has he eaten a mouse before? How else would he ingest a mouse flea? I mean good job for being super mouser cat but I'd prefer that he not get tape worm again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that the cats are scaring the mice away. Bosco can spot a bug a mile away. Anything moving (or not moving) that is alive he will attempt to get it. If I hadn't stepped in I'm sure Bosco would have killed the mouse. I would have let him except that I don't want him to get a tape worm again from a damn mouse flea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen any signs of mice. No mouse poop on any of the counters, floor or shelves in the kitchen. No holes in cereal boxes. I know the signs because I've lived through a mouse infestation before. I don't hate mice. I use to have pet mice. But I don't want them in my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently mice don't like the smell of peppermint. Maybe I should buy some old candy canes left over from Christmas and hide them around my apartment. Or even better, get the cats to eat candy canes so when they open their mouths they have fresh breath and keep the mice away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mouse. Go tell all your mouse friends "There are two cats there guys. One has the eyes of a hawk and is really large. The other one is smaller but a good backup. There also seems to be a candy cane infestation. Let's find another human to terrorize."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-5831899608108312687?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5831899608108312687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-always-fun-when-your-cats-wake-you.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/5831899608108312687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/5831899608108312687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-always-fun-when-your-cats-wake-you.html' title='It&apos;s always fun when your cats wake you up chasing a mouse'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-2750471201259105969</id><published>2012-02-19T13:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T13:29:17.919-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine o&apos;clock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Swan'/><title type='text'>How to drink Black Swan wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-54oD4CEcnGI/T0E9rYOHhOI/AAAAAAAAAl4/NPKh5_cc8cg/s640/blogger-image-1883719196.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-54oD4CEcnGI/T0E9rYOHhOI/AAAAAAAAAl4/NPKh5_cc8cg/s640/blogger-image-1883719196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure you get a red wine because that's more dramatic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start drinking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practice your amazing ballet moves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have someone yell at you that you suck at being the black swan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink some more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try dancing again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stare at your reflection in the mirror until your face starts melting or some other weird crap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink MORE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make out with Mila Kunis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find out you didn't actually make out with Mila Kunis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink the rest of the bottle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretend you're turning into a swan &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dramatically perform Swan Lake and throw yourself off something high at the end&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dribble wine down your shirt so you look like you stabbed yourself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have your boyfriend tell you that he'd like to see you try to perform Swan Lake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-2750471201259105969?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2750471201259105969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/how-to-drink-black-swan-wine.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2750471201259105969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2750471201259105969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/how-to-drink-black-swan-wine.html' title='How to drink Black Swan wine'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-54oD4CEcnGI/T0E9rYOHhOI/AAAAAAAAAl4/NPKh5_cc8cg/s72-c/blogger-image-1883719196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-687530372450041471</id><published>2012-02-18T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T11:35:13.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies I love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cat files'/><title type='text'>Night in and lap battles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sqlJHAbW2KQ/Tz_Q5_KQ_uI/AAAAAAAAAlw/lL7RfEwB4OM/s640/blogger-image-922618694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sqlJHAbW2KQ/Tz_Q5_KQ_uI/AAAAAAAAAlw/lL7RfEwB4OM/s400/blogger-image-922618694.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I stayed in and watched One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest with the kitties. They kept fighting for lap space. Bosco eventually won by sitting on Mr. Binx until he got annoyed and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided this year to watch as many classic films as I can. There are so many I haven't seen. I think that's a good goal and one I can actually accomplish in 2012. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More movies tonight, although I don't know if Aliens is considered a classic and I've seen it many times. It's a Ginny classic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-687530372450041471?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/687530372450041471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/night-in-and-lap-battles.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/687530372450041471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/687530372450041471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/night-in-and-lap-battles.html' title='Night in and lap battles'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sqlJHAbW2KQ/Tz_Q5_KQ_uI/AAAAAAAAAlw/lL7RfEwB4OM/s72-c/blogger-image-922618694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-7742262935070159679</id><published>2012-02-17T07:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T07:38:30.585-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants in Boston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lagerita'/><title type='text'>The Lagerita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B_IEBqht_CY/Tz5Hpg_2aJI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/X7a0jkM2noA/s1600/Scholars.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B_IEBqht_CY/Tz5Hpg_2aJI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/X7a0jkM2noA/s400/Scholars.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2hK5f7HLKaw/Tz5HrvFvyXI/AAAAAAAAAlY/66R88ZqOPzY/s1600/lagerita.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2hK5f7HLKaw/Tz5HrvFvyXI/AAAAAAAAAlY/66R88ZqOPzY/s400/lagerita.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Lagerita at &lt;a href="http://www.scholarsbostonbistro.com/"&gt;Scholars&lt;/a&gt; is my favorite drink. It's a margarita with Longboard Lager added to it. Mixing a margarita and beer sounds strange but it's really quite magical. I'd like to try this myself at home sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to download some Eminem and then rock out on the T on my way to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-7742262935070159679?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7742262935070159679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/lagerita.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/7742262935070159679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/7742262935070159679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/lagerita.html' title='The Lagerita'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B_IEBqht_CY/Tz5Hpg_2aJI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/X7a0jkM2noA/s72-c/Scholars.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-6229301801351326314</id><published>2012-02-16T14:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T14:14:27.006-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things I want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t-shirts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oregon Trail'/><title type='text'>You have died of dysentery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQcJsxJYYiU/Tz1UnKUlMsI/AAAAAAAAAlI/-1J3M8qLTdw/s1600/you+have+died+of+dysentery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQcJsxJYYiU/Tz1UnKUlMsI/AAAAAAAAAlI/-1J3M8qLTdw/s400/you+have+died+of+dysentery.jpg" width="388" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;File under things I want but can't afford right now. Also, I would totally rest for a day on the old trial if any of you got dysentery. &lt;a href="http://www.skatesonhaight.com/ProductDetails.asp?ProductCode=OTDODTS"&gt;buy here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-6229301801351326314?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6229301801351326314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-have-died-of-dysentery.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6229301801351326314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6229301801351326314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-have-died-of-dysentery.html' title='You have died of dysentery'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQcJsxJYYiU/Tz1UnKUlMsI/AAAAAAAAAlI/-1J3M8qLTdw/s72-c/you+have+died+of+dysentery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-1247117100756776938</id><published>2012-02-16T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T10:46:33.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='margaritas are my fav'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debt'/><title type='text'>Rejected? I'll show you rejected.</title><content type='html'>As most of you know I have no money right now. Somehow I have to come up with money for a plane ticket to Louisiana in March to see my brother and my baby nephew. Apparently I am trying to buy a plane ticket to the moon because plane tickets to Louisiana are running about $400 right now. Are you kidding me? I could fly to Florida for half of that amount! This is pretty much how much is costs year round to fly from Boston to Shreveport or vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the unthinkable. I applied for another credit card and guess what? I was rejected. My credit is really not that bad. My problem is that my other cards are maxed out so I was rejected. At first I was pissed, but then I took it as a sign that I need to get a grip and not use a credit card for this plane ticket. I also tore up that rejection letter and threw it in the recycling (I still save the planet even when I'm pissed off).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they send me a credit card offer in the mail at some point in the future (I know they will). I will happily return to sender with a big REJECTION written across the envelope. I reject yoooooooouuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pathetic right now. I don't have a bad job and I make ok money. Not great money but I can't complain that I'm poor because I don't make enough to support myself. I'm poor because I used credit cards a lot when I was in college (for tuition, books, car repairs and personal stuff that I really didn't need) and now I have high minimum monthly payments and I refuse to be late or pay below the minimum balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosco's teeth pulling and cleaning really screwed up my finances and now I'm going to have to pretty much drain my savings. This means my car will crap out on me. It's good like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you have no money? Well I need a new alternator."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh you have some money? Well here's a blown gasket for you. Enjoy not having a savings anymore." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a vet that doesn't charge me a fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a margarita or 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-1247117100756776938?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1247117100756776938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/rejected-ill-show-you-rejected.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/1247117100756776938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/1247117100756776938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/rejected-ill-show-you-rejected.html' title='Rejected? I&apos;ll show you rejected.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-7359399077677651591</id><published>2012-02-14T07:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T07:04:36.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy Valentines Day'/><title type='text'>You can be my Valentine. I'll be sweeter than a necco wafer.</title><content type='html'>Necco Wafers are pretty gross so I've set the bar pretty low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have a boyfriend but I want all my internet lovelies to be my Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't judge me for eating too many treats and using Valentines Day as an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can leave my legs unshaven because you can have hairy legs when you talk sexy over the internet (like I'm doing now, talking about not shaving my legs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a calendar with kitties and puppies on it. I also have two real live cats! There's a whole lot of cute happening up in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have freckles. That's cute right? RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's light some candles, get some boxed wine and eat candy until we fall into a sugar coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HV9qT4Qxwfs/Tzm8bt3Ma7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/m4jOKl3Ou2Q/s1600/fiscally-but-not-sexually-valentines-day-ecard-someecards.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HV9qT4Qxwfs/Tzm8bt3Ma7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/m4jOKl3Ou2Q/s400/fiscally-but-not-sexually-valentines-day-ecard-someecards.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is great because I am POOR right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just as a little p.s. Thank you for all your comments on my last post. I'm glad you guys understand what I meant. Everyone who commented, you know I love your blogs because you guys are the real deal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-7359399077677651591?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7359399077677651591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-can-be-my-valentine-ill-be-sweeter.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/7359399077677651591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/7359399077677651591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-can-be-my-valentine-ill-be-sweeter.html' title='You can be my Valentine. I&apos;ll be sweeter than a necco wafer.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HV9qT4Qxwfs/Tzm8bt3Ma7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/m4jOKl3Ou2Q/s72-c/fiscally-but-not-sexually-valentines-day-ecard-someecards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-7928394828003011635</id><published>2012-02-13T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T16:16:35.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts on blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the current state of blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m not perfect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Where are the bloggers who don't have it together?</title><content type='html'>Lately it seems like the blogging world is one big competition. Look how perfect my life is! It's so perfect I'm going to take all these pictures of the sun shining down on my perfect hair with my perfect smile with my perfect husband and my perfect child. My outfit was purchased at a thrift store and is made out of old banana fibers. My husband hand carved this toy horse from the tree that we got engaged under while I hand made the paint in my art studio that's located in our renovated barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't handle these types of blogs. I'm sure a lot of people love them. They must because they have a ton of sponsors. I prefer non perfect blogs. Normal bloggers. I like reading about the ups and downs. I like pictures that aren't photoshopped to death. One of my main criteria for blogs that I read regularly is that the blogger seems real. I like to picture them talking directly to me through the screen. I don't want to read a blog that looks like a magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ My blog is not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;+ My photos are rarely edited and if they are it's usually because my webcam pictures can be dark and grainy&lt;br /&gt;+ I don't work from home or in a barn where I save horses in my spare time&lt;br /&gt;+ I don't have children to parade before a camera so I use my cats&lt;br /&gt;+ I post the good, the bad, the sad, and the ugly &lt;br /&gt;+ I swear and I admit to crying and hangovers (although much more rare now)&lt;br /&gt;+ I'm currently broke and trying to pay off credit cards&lt;br /&gt;+ I work at a non-glamorous 9-5 job at a law firm&lt;br /&gt;+ I will not be opening an Etsy shop where I sell my refurbished petrified wood picture frames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure some people will take offense to this and I mean none. I'm just stating the types of blogs I prefer to read. I'm also pointing out how not everyone rolls out of bed with their hair perfect and their homemade applesauce ready to be eaten for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-7928394828003011635?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7928394828003011635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/where-are-bloggers-who-dont-have-it.html#comment-form' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/7928394828003011635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/7928394828003011635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/where-are-bloggers-who-dont-have-it.html' title='Where are the bloggers who don&apos;t have it together?'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-3547866782920192135</id><published>2012-02-12T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T09:15:19.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garlic all up in here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my birthday'/><title type='text'>When the boyfriend meets the family.</title><content type='html'>Dinner went really well last night. My mother had to say to Dave "you know we never meet any guy that she's dating. She's so secretive." This is true. I rarely introduce my family to someone I'm seeing, but there's a good reason. I always have it in my head that if I ask them to meet my family they will freak out and run. I also have a track record of my relationships only lasting a short amount of time so why introduce them to my family? I figured since I've met Dave's family and we're been together since the summer it was time. Also, my mother wouldn't stop asking me to meet him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at the Cheese Cake Factory. I'll never understand why that place is always a mad house. It's good but it's not let's wait an hour for a table because this food is amazing good. I ordered pasta that I'm pretty sure is going to leave me with garlic breath for a week. Let's make out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is an interesting gift giver. Interesting in a good way though. You never know what she's going to add into the gift bag but it's usually something you'll use. For example, I am now the proud owner of hello kitty band-aids because "you do trip a lot". Ok you know me well mom. I am a klutz. She also made me a card which is actually really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Er1qA8bSJ8M/TzfHcXkTRmI/AAAAAAAAAkA/l-AWIKUmwkI/s1600/bday+card.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Er1qA8bSJ8M/TzfHcXkTRmI/AAAAAAAAAkA/l-AWIKUmwkI/s400/bday+card.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My mom is really good at scrapbooking and apparently making cards. Yes that would be a baby picture of me. She gave me a little bit of money to help me out with &lt;a href="http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/cats-are-not-cheap-and-they-dont-care.html"&gt;the vet bill&lt;/a&gt;. Any little bit helps so I was really thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I dare eat my left over pasta and reek of garlic again? I probably will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-3547866782920192135?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3547866782920192135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-boyfriend-meets-family.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/3547866782920192135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/3547866782920192135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-boyfriend-meets-family.html' title='When the boyfriend meets the family.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Er1qA8bSJ8M/TzfHcXkTRmI/AAAAAAAAAkA/l-AWIKUmwkI/s72-c/bday+card.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-179230025816550205</id><published>2012-02-11T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T16:28:36.780-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sober night for the win'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cat files'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>A much more responsible Friday night.</title><content type='html'>Ventured out in Quincy last night for a joint birthday celebration for Dave and his friend Mark. So many dudes in Red Sox hats shouting typical bro like things at each other. Some guy asked me what my necklace meant. I told him it was just a necklace. Ryan kept winning at Keno, like four times in a row winning. He bought everyone drinks. I was the sober lady since I was the DD. My stomach wasn't feeling 100% so I was fine with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Dave's early today to give Bosco his antibiotics. Pro-fessional kitty nurse here. Tonight Dave meets my mom and her boyfriend Tony. They wanted to take us out for a birthday dinner. My mom has been pestering me to meet Dave for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You just tore my overalls!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey Affleck looks good with blond hair. I think I need to stop watching&amp;nbsp;Drowning Mona&amp;nbsp;and take a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-179230025816550205?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/179230025816550205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/much-more-responsible-friday-night.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/179230025816550205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/179230025816550205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/much-more-responsible-friday-night.html' title='A much more responsible Friday night.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-6898590047281554699</id><published>2012-02-10T07:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T07:21:13.759-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Binx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doing the I need money dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cat files'/><title type='text'>Cats are not cheap and they don't care.</title><content type='html'>Bosco had his dental surgery yesterday. My vet called me when he was through and said he did well and explained what he did. He cleaned his teeth and had to pull four of them. Oh and he has a tape worm! I knew it. I told him to check for worms because I googled his symptoms and everything pointed to a tape worm. Apparently he somehow somewhere ate a flea. He doesn't have fleas but he ingested one and got a tape worm. Both cats do not go outside but there are dogs in my building and I have let them out in the hall outside my door as a little adventure. He also could have ingested a flea from a mouse. I haven't seen a mouse but this is an old building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total cost of this vet trip: $1,350.00. Just typing that out makes me want to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good cry after I got off the phone with the vet because that's what I do when I get really angry or really sad or really happy. I can totally relate to Kristen Bell on that. Just when I think I'm getting back on my feet something comes along that empties my bank account. I know I'm not the only one this happens to but this is my blog so woe is meeeeeeeee!!! My mother has offered to pay for the hotel room when we go to visit my brother and baby Hunter which is really nice of her. I just need to scrape up money for the plane ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to list a few things that are good right now so I don't flip out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the guy at the corner store being super nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the giant bag of Reese's Pieces I bought.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the cats don't have fleas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's super nice out yesterday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Also, cute vet kitty. My vet has two cats that live in the office. They just hang out in their little beds and kitty towers or right on the front desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNWgtUFvfls/TzRUUmpW0qI/AAAAAAAAAjo/XGQa5RPs0XA/s1600/vet+cat.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNWgtUFvfls/TzRUUmpW0qI/AAAAAAAAAjo/XGQa5RPs0XA/s400/vet+cat.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hey! I'm trying to write a check here fluffers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NMyHUenq92I/TzRU0XtktLI/AAAAAAAAAjw/xghUsiUjnBA/s1600/bosco+sleepy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NMyHUenq92I/TzRU0XtktLI/AAAAAAAAAjw/xghUsiUjnBA/s400/bosco+sleepy.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosco is doing good. He's was sleepy when he got back. The vet tech said he was the sweetest cat and when they put him on a little blanket when he was waking up he started being all cute and kneading it with his paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdz3lqo7N_A/TzRVmtl7zQI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ypOpJeSZXJ0/s1600/meds.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bdz3lqo7N_A/TzRVmtl7zQI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ypOpJeSZXJ0/s400/meds.JPG" width="298" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the meds I have for him! Ugh, crazy. The vet expects me to force pills down his throat multiple times a day. My mom told me to wet the meds and then mush it in with food. The medicine for the tape worm must be gross because both cats would not touch it in their food so I had to hold them down and make them take it which was awful. Luckily that is done until two weeks when they need it again. The other pill that I can't sprinkle in food I crushed up and hid in deli turkey. Bosco ate it up no problem. I also have to squirt pain meds in his mouth. After he takes it he looks nuts. His eyes get all huge and he stares off into space. It's really funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No if only I could get a medicine for wallet pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok after this, I will stop talking about cats so much, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-6898590047281554699?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6898590047281554699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/cats-are-not-cheap-and-they-dont-care.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6898590047281554699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6898590047281554699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/cats-are-not-cheap-and-they-dont-care.html' title='Cats are not cheap and they don&apos;t care.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNWgtUFvfls/TzRUUmpW0qI/AAAAAAAAAjo/XGQa5RPs0XA/s72-c/vet+cat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-6466845930009994328</id><published>2012-02-09T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T07:23:53.375-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>I'm actually doing a meme</title><content type='html'>I usually don't do memes but I'm in the mood and &lt;a href="http://1bplatypus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Harley&lt;/a&gt; tagged me and I can't refuse that Irish minx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put the rules of this Tag on your blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone tagged should tell 4 things about themselves, answer the 4 questions asked by the person who tagged you, tag 4 other people and ask them 4 different questions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Let the people whom you tagged know you've done so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Don't tag anyone who's been tagged before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Really do tag 4 others, and don't go all "if you want to, take this tag".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Four things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; I don't like candy canes. Worst candy ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0oSPiRU9wbg/TzM7l1lQr8I/AAAAAAAAAjI/PjX3W8Aq1ZI/s1600/candy+cane.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0oSPiRU9wbg/TzM7l1lQr8I/AAAAAAAAAjI/PjX3W8Aq1ZI/s400/candy+cane.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my "why are you giving me crap candy?!" face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;b.)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; I have a lot of old lady pajamas, mostly from my mom who loves to buy them for me. Sometimes I mix and match them, like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EdT2b7W3eZg/TzM-O852WjI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/0JEvBXcybi4/s1600/grandma+pjs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EdT2b7W3eZg/TzM-O852WjI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/0JEvBXcybi4/s400/grandma+pjs.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Platypus.)&lt;/b&gt; I hate all forms of melons. Watermelon, cantaloupe, honeydew, it's all nasty.&amp;nbsp; Nasty I say! And why is cantaloupe spelled c-a-n-t-a-l-o-u-p-e, it should be spelled cantalope. That makes more sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*.)&lt;/b&gt; Every once in a while I log onto myspace. Then I see how sad a place it has become and immediately regret it. Oh hello old emo myspace photo. Please go ahead and laugh because I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPbG9Ctq-5Y/TzNB-8DBthI/AAAAAAAAAjY/V91I_ygAWSA/s1600/old+myspace+photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPbG9Ctq-5Y/TzNB-8DBthI/AAAAAAAAAjY/V91I_ygAWSA/s400/old+myspace+photo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the questions from Harley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.)&lt;/b&gt; What would you like your last meal to be? You can have as many courses as you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Massive amounts of pasta and pizza with lots of cheese and sauce. I can't eat tomato sauce so if it was my last meal it wouldn't matter and I would go all out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;b.)&lt;/b&gt; If you could travel back in time what time would you visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;England during the time of Henry VIII. I just would not want to be any of his wives. But the dresses! Ooh the dresses are so pretty.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Platypus.)&lt;/b&gt; If you could make one book/movie character real, and bring them to life, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leo D's version of Romeo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sELQJXzZP3s/TzNHPcJRoII/AAAAAAAAAjg/ZjXBVa5fCgs/s1600/romeo_juliet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sELQJXzZP3s/TzNHPcJRoII/AAAAAAAAAjg/ZjXBVa5fCgs/s400/romeo_juliet.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*.)&lt;/b&gt; What keeps you awake at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The cats. They like to make sure I'm not sleeping too soundly. Thanks you furry jerks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not going to tag anyone and force them to do the meme even though whoever created this meme was very insistent on that. I will leave you with 4 questions to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the one song that you absolutely cannot stand?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you could be born during any era, what era would you have been born in?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is your favorite childhood movie?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is your favorite potato product?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-6466845930009994328?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6466845930009994328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-actually-doing-meme.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6466845930009994328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6466845930009994328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-actually-doing-meme.html' title='I&apos;m actually doing a meme'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0oSPiRU9wbg/TzM7l1lQr8I/AAAAAAAAAjI/PjX3W8Aq1ZI/s72-c/candy+cane.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-5582245060892550161</id><published>2012-02-08T07:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T07:31:57.990-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.I.A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the River'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fav music 2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cat files'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birchbox'/><title type='text'>Cover me cause I'm changing lanes</title><content type='html'>Well the River freaked me out as I thought it would. I was doing pretty good until they got to the part in the jungle with all the dolls. I knew at some point one of the dolls was going to move and I was going to flip out. And flip out I did. I covered my eyes with my hands like I was eight yeas old. I'm also really disturbed by how often the characters just jump into the Amazon river like it's not big deal. Aren't there a million things that could kill you in that water? I've played Tomb Raider. I know all about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got more birthday goodies in the mail. &lt;a href="http://btchonheels.com/"&gt;Germana&lt;/a&gt; got my a subscription to &lt;a href="https://www.birchbox.com/"&gt;Birchbox&lt;/a&gt;. I got my first shipment today and loved all of the little goodies. I like how it's a surprise. This month was sort of a welcome package but I went online and filled out my profile (dry skin, vampire white, fine oily hair) so next month I should get more specific products. My favorites were the Jouer lip gloss and the Zoya nail polish in Kristen. I'm strongly considering buying the full size of the lip gloss. I can't wait to see what I get next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hBznshPn7KM/TzH4ID_lxDI/AAAAAAAAAi4/LedCg12ZxLw/s1600/Zoya+Kristen.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hBznshPn7KM/TzH4ID_lxDI/AAAAAAAAAi4/LedCg12ZxLw/s400/Zoya+Kristen.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;My nails are really short right now. They keep breaking which is annoying. Well except for that thumb nail. That's the lone ranger that hasn't broken yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosco goes to the vet tomorrow for his pricey dental work. I'm really hoping that the bill is going to be what they told me but I'm preparing myself for it to be more. Good thing I had my kidneys checked out recently. I may need to sell one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I head out to work I'm going to amp myself up with a little M.I.A. Totally digging this song right now. I have some amazing dancing moves to go along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2uYs0gJD-LE" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-5582245060892550161?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5582245060892550161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/cover-me-cause-im-changing-lanes.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/5582245060892550161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/5582245060892550161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/cover-me-cause-im-changing-lanes.html' title='Cover me cause I&apos;m changing lanes'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hBznshPn7KM/TzH4ID_lxDI/AAAAAAAAAi4/LedCg12ZxLw/s72-c/Zoya+Kristen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-3957546248247712651</id><published>2012-02-07T07:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T07:38:54.706-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work it out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love being scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jillian Michaels is evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ripped in 30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Shred'/><title type='text'>My current workout routine.</title><content type='html'>I did not want to get up early today to face Jillian Michaels today. I then remembered that massive cheese burger and french fries I ate for lunch yesterday so I forced myself out of bed with a little whimper. Once I get going I wake right up but the last thing on my mind when I first wake up in the morning is working out. It's been an adjustment waking up early to work out but I do like getting it over with first thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd share what my routine has been since I'm not following the 30 Day Shred program exactly. You're suppose to do the 30 Day Shred every day. My body is not having that. You need a day off here and there for your muscles to recover. I try to do the Shred or Ripped in 30 every other day. I also don't follow the levels in the exact order. One day I'll do level 3 and the next work out I'll do level 1. I like to mix it up so I don't get bored. You'll also notice that I'm doing both the 30 Day Shred and Ripped in 30. They are similar in style, and both by Jillian Michaels, but the workouts are different enough that I think it's worth having both. I find Ripped in 30 a bit harder. I've been doing this since the end of December and I'm not bored yet. Once the weather is warmer I'll add some more walking/running outside. I've noticed the most difference in my arms. I'm still having trouble with regular push ups. Something I need to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The River premieres tonight. I'm pretty excited about this show. I like scary with mystery not so much blood and gore. I'm probably going to have a hard time going to sleep after watching this show. Why do I do this to myself? I love being scared. Until it's time for bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to work with my low sugar oatmeal for breakfast. Very exciting stuff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-3957546248247712651?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3957546248247712651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-current-workout-routine.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/3957546248247712651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/3957546248247712651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-current-workout-routine.html' title='My current workout routine.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-9048943681009967128</id><published>2012-02-06T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T07:32:58.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Patriots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want to ride my bicycle'/><title type='text'>Party in the USA at a Chinese restaurant.</title><content type='html'>I survived my birthday party, barely. I had every intention of taking it easy but people kept buying me drinks and next thing I know I'm doing a shot of whiskey at the Tavern and dancing to Tears for Fears. I woke up feeling like death. Dave drove us back to his house for the super bowl so I slept in his bed all afternoon while he played video games and took care of me. I couldn't eat anything until about 5 p.m. Apparently I think I'm still 21. Needless to say I had a very sober Super Bowl. I couldn't look at a beer without feeling queasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse the Patriots lost. They deserved to lose with the way they were playing. At least we didn't get slaughtered. Was anyone else disappointed by the commercials this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew Hunter was not a happy camper. A true Patriots fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3HUG9J8TeTQ/Ty-raOMwezI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Prds89UE2uY/s1600/Hunter+is+sad+about+the+Patriots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3HUG9J8TeTQ/Ty-raOMwezI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Prds89UE2uY/s400/Hunter+is+sad+about+the+Patriots.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are a few pictures from my birthday party. Despite being horribly hungover the next day I had a really fun birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxcdXkXm77w/Ty-tUQx8PjI/AAAAAAAAAgU/APOjm_3bwY4/s1600/IMG_2809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxcdXkXm77w/Ty-tUQx8PjI/AAAAAAAAAgU/APOjm_3bwY4/s400/IMG_2809.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s3-e2YKakt8/Ty-tWcKkUhI/AAAAAAAAAgc/fqjErc0Ic7g/s1600/IMG_2810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s3-e2YKakt8/Ty-tWcKkUhI/AAAAAAAAAgc/fqjErc0Ic7g/s400/IMG_2810.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-krObG6sOBvw/Ty-tbLHznPI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eGgaiJoxet0/s1600/IMG_2815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-krObG6sOBvw/Ty-tbLHznPI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eGgaiJoxet0/s400/IMG_2815.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bHBfpiDSNA/Ty-tdrw-8lI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vVSss4givGs/s1600/IMG_2817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bHBfpiDSNA/Ty-tdrw-8lI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vVSss4givGs/s400/IMG_2817.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsVrmDkRv2U/Ty-tftA2qoI/AAAAAAAAAg0/5Sk4wFBcN9E/s1600/IMG_2818.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsVrmDkRv2U/Ty-tftA2qoI/AAAAAAAAAg0/5Sk4wFBcN9E/s400/IMG_2818.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fact: Chris was my Junior year prom date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vAowmDGN-Bg/Ty-tjViQt6I/AAAAAAAAAg8/51SSBlNXvvU/s1600/IMG_2819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vAowmDGN-Bg/Ty-tjViQt6I/AAAAAAAAAg8/51SSBlNXvvU/s400/IMG_2819.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-meZkEaeh3W0/Ty-tnNdDNHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/eS5km9Mji20/s1600/IMG_2823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-meZkEaeh3W0/Ty-tnNdDNHI/AAAAAAAAAhE/eS5km9Mji20/s400/IMG_2823.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BAVxTZ0X2zs/Ty-txG1Sx4I/AAAAAAAAAhM/z2n79mga5qM/s1600/IMG_2827.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BAVxTZ0X2zs/Ty-txG1Sx4I/AAAAAAAAAhM/z2n79mga5qM/s400/IMG_2827.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When I start stealing Dave's hat that's when I know I'm on my way to drunk town, population me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpbkfnDs8dw/Ty-t1jZ6-XI/AAAAAAAAAhU/IxvjqWOvIUI/s1600/IMG_2829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpbkfnDs8dw/Ty-t1jZ6-XI/AAAAAAAAAhU/IxvjqWOvIUI/s400/IMG_2829.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dXB2U0RuG2A/Ty-t6aKS_mI/AAAAAAAAAhc/YFM9iY2Aoo8/s1600/IMG_2833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dXB2U0RuG2A/Ty-t6aKS_mI/AAAAAAAAAhc/YFM9iY2Aoo8/s400/IMG_2833.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PFNiMxQ2QI4/Ty-uI28cEfI/AAAAAAAAAh0/UVAMQC0_sEU/s400/IMG_2841.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U3Ln7wtmpyo/Ty-uObC_V6I/AAAAAAAAAh8/u7Z8ZjpmCBo/s1600/IMG_2845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U3Ln7wtmpyo/Ty-uObC_V6I/AAAAAAAAAh8/u7Z8ZjpmCBo/s400/IMG_2845.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ijexasI-9Y/Ty-uTeDBgTI/AAAAAAAAAiE/t7vpRovCJDs/s1600/IMG_2861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ijexasI-9Y/Ty-uTeDBgTI/AAAAAAAAAiE/t7vpRovCJDs/s400/IMG_2861.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know barf barf barf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KGYZDq2tAFo/Ty-ua-GKl7I/AAAAAAAAAiM/P-bXevcIWbA/s1600/IMG_2878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KGYZDq2tAFo/Ty-ua-GKl7I/AAAAAAAAAiM/P-bXevcIWbA/s400/IMG_2878.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ashley is the tannest Canadian I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PxMtVTDPimU/Ty-ukCRnBQI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ixEDBJoBPHQ/s1600/IMG_2852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PxMtVTDPimU/Ty-ukCRnBQI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ixEDBJoBPHQ/s400/IMG_2852.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L7oF0lyA-MY/Ty-urcI4XmI/AAAAAAAAAic/nU2MPJj_3jw/s1600/IMG_2900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L7oF0lyA-MY/Ty-urcI4XmI/AAAAAAAAAic/nU2MPJj_3jw/s400/IMG_2900.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_FHZRUlsN4/Ty-uve2OTDI/AAAAAAAAAik/ffKgPzwXDkM/s1600/IMG_2908.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_FHZRUlsN4/Ty-uve2OTDI/AAAAAAAAAik/ffKgPzwXDkM/s400/IMG_2908.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ah yes the fake bike thing on Beacon Street. Someone always pretends to ride it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nw17SQcR2kc/Ty-u1jUOMfI/AAAAAAAAAis/Vzqqgvm5T6c/s1600/IMG_2911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nw17SQcR2kc/Ty-u1jUOMfI/AAAAAAAAAis/Vzqqgvm5T6c/s400/IMG_2911.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hmm my hair is looking weirdly red in some of these pics. I'm secretly part red head. I'm not so secretly pale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the birthday wishes on facebook and my on my blog. It made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-9048943681009967128?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/9048943681009967128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/party-in-usa-at-chinese-restaurant.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/9048943681009967128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/9048943681009967128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/party-in-usa-at-chinese-restaurant.html' title='Party in the USA at a Chinese restaurant.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3HUG9J8TeTQ/Ty-raOMwezI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Prds89UE2uY/s72-c/Hunter+is+sad+about+the+Patriots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-2205543230014031186</id><published>2012-02-04T18:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T18:16:44.499-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday vlog</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cD9IP8iiowA" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday vlog. Just so you know I finally did figure out how to fix the issue with my other webcam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-2205543230014031186?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2205543230014031186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/birthday-vlog.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2205543230014031186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2205543230014031186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/birthday-vlog.html' title='Birthday vlog'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cD9IP8iiowA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-4861410706223767194</id><published>2012-02-04T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T09:59:40.532-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Binx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my birthday'/><title type='text'>Fashion cats for my birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1T3HS6C_Mc/Tyy1wg_fakI/AAAAAAAAAfE/zVvzY4hKZso/s1600/fashion+cat+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1T3HS6C_Mc/Tyy1wg_fakI/AAAAAAAAAfE/zVvzY4hKZso/s400/fashion+cat+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3g0V-yynFY/Tyy1yNo85nI/AAAAAAAAAfM/87psHlTWj9k/s1600/fashion+cat+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3g0V-yynFY/Tyy1yNo85nI/AAAAAAAAAfM/87psHlTWj9k/s400/fashion+cat+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8EHk7S4Ud-w/Tyy1zWGJt3I/AAAAAAAAAfU/LDEgEUIJz2o/s1600/fashion+cat+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8EHk7S4Ud-w/Tyy1zWGJt3I/AAAAAAAAAfU/LDEgEUIJz2o/s400/fashion+cat+3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zNkW1sA42M4/Tyy10_-2dnI/AAAAAAAAAfc/VX4n_EKjSUY/s1600/fashion+cat+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zNkW1sA42M4/Tyy10_-2dnI/AAAAAAAAAfc/VX4n_EKjSUY/s400/fashion+cat+4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion cats all up in this blog! This would be my birthday present from some of my fav bloggers. They know me too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mgHbV4N9is/Tyy3g16ytWI/AAAAAAAAAf8/g2JN6ZZCggY/s1600/Mr.+Binx+fashion+cats.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mgHbV4N9is/Tyy3g16ytWI/AAAAAAAAAf8/g2JN6ZZCggY/s400/Mr.+Binx+fashion+cats.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3rJVQFrrpIM/Tyy3ipYZNVI/AAAAAAAAAgE/rAVhSgdTi6Y/s1600/Bosco+fashion+cats.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3rJVQFrrpIM/Tyy3ipYZNVI/AAAAAAAAAgE/rAVhSgdTi6Y/s400/Bosco+fashion+cats.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Binx and Bosco read Fashion Cats. I told them to pick out outfits but they don't seem to be interested in kitty couture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of Fashion Cats is not the photos of cats in kitty clothing, it's the introduction of the book. It reads like an interview with the creative mind behind Fashion Cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this "interview" we learn that the creator of fashion cats hears voices in her head but it's just God telling her to "do something". That "do something" is to make clothes for cats. I really wish God&amp;nbsp; would tell me what my calling is. If it's goldfish clothing I'll do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only opinions she listens to is that of fortune-tellers and people with mystical powers. I prefer wizards myself but to each their own. Dumbledore and Gandalf know what's up. If I was going to seek advice from anyone it would be them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to do a vlog but my good webcam is not syncing up and by that I mean the picture and the sound does not match. I have a built in webcam but the picture quality is horrible. Maybe I'll do it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pumped for my birthday party tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 28 or a million whateverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Thank you &lt;a href="http://www.looseningthebiblebelt.com/"&gt;Ally&lt;/a&gt; for my postcard! I hope to visit Gay Street someday. If you would like to send me a postcard for my postcard wall email me ginnyissassy@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-4861410706223767194?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4861410706223767194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/fashion-cats-for-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4861410706223767194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4861410706223767194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/fashion-cats-for-my-birthday.html' title='Fashion cats for my birthday.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1T3HS6C_Mc/Tyy1wg_fakI/AAAAAAAAAfE/zVvzY4hKZso/s72-c/fashion+cat+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-2614598163680897160</id><published>2012-02-03T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T07:31:42.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golden Temple time'/><title type='text'>28 is just a number.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I turn 28. What the hell life? When did you start going by so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought by 28 I'd be married with a kid or two. I also thought I was going to be a chemist and win a gold medal for swimming in the Olympics. Unfortunately this is actually written down in my sixth grade yearbook which my mother kept. Although I'm neither married nor an Olympic gold medalist I think I'm doing pretty well for myself. I have a good job with co-workers that I consider friends. I live on my own with two fur babies. I have the best family anyone could ask for and friends that I love. I have a boyfriend who treats me better than any guy I've ever been with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm firmly in my late 20s but I still feel like a spring chicken of 21. We all get older whether we like it or not. Let just hope I age well like a Helen Mirren. My mother still looks great so I have high hopes of being an older babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what I got from a client at work for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2lv8umS5Mo/Tys9Q7e6III/AAAAAAAAAe8/9tpW7BzFmuU/s1600/flowers.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2lv8umS5Mo/Tys9Q7e6III/AAAAAAAAAe8/9tpW7BzFmuU/s400/flowers.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was really nice of this client to think of me especially when I've been busy working on their upcoming trial all week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night is going to be a BLAST. Yep, all caps. That's how good my birthday at Golden Temple is going to be. Friends have already been telling me that they are super excited for my birthday party which is making me even more excited since everyone else is excited. Get it? GT won't disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a video from your favorite old blogger lady? I thought it might be fun if I answered some questions so ask away in the comments or e-mail me at ginnyissassy@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-2614598163680897160?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2614598163680897160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/28-is-just-number.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2614598163680897160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2614598163680897160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/28-is-just-number.html' title='28 is just a number.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2lv8umS5Mo/Tys9Q7e6III/AAAAAAAAAe8/9tpW7BzFmuU/s72-c/flowers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-2181673568947962691</id><published>2012-02-02T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T13:02:57.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Facebook needs to die (this post is back from the dead)</title><content type='html'>I had a post here about facebook and how I have a very love/hate relationship with it but I somehow deleted it and now I'm too lazy to re-type it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take my word for it that it was brilliant writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sarah, in response to your comment. I think you are right that Timeline will not kill facebook. I was just using that as an example of a change that I am not a fan of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: Bob was nice enough to copy and paste my post from his google reader.&amp;nbsp; Thank you!&amp;nbsp; See my original post below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else ready for facebook to die? I mean I'm on it every day but I'm really annoyed with Zuckerburg making changes to facebook every week. This new timeline thing sucks. I hate it. Can we just leave facebook alone? I joined facebook because I was sick of pages blinding me with bling and ICP blaring at me every time I went on a myspace profile. I'm pretty sure only juggalos and creepers are still on myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will happen eventually. Facebook will not last forever. I'm all for change and Zuckerburg obviously has some idea what he's doing to get this far but I've said it once and I'll say it again. He does not understand what the average person really wants. He is not an average person. He assumes he knows what's best for the average facebook user and so he makes these changes and ignores the backlash. People are just waiting for the next thing and they will jump ship and I will laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-2181673568947962691?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2181673568947962691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/oops.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2181673568947962691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2181673568947962691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/02/oops.html' title='Facebook needs to die (this post is back from the dead)'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-685055966835073834</id><published>2012-01-31T05:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T05:19:32.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can&apos;t sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Bachelor is such crap but I still watch'/><title type='text'>Why am I awake?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j85cXvjwh7w/Tye1ohKBcPI/AAAAAAAAAeY/aC7zocV2RX8/s1600/Ginny+1-20-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j85cXvjwh7w/Tye1ohKBcPI/AAAAAAAAAeY/aC7zocV2RX8/s400/Ginny+1-20-12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4:30 a.m. and I can't sleep. I've been awake since 3:30 tossing and turning so I finally gave up and decided to try to tire myself out by blogging. Sometimes I go through these little insomnia spurts. I probably wouldn't even call it that because I usually fall asleep pretty quickly but end up waking up at 4 a.m. for no reason. After I get up and do something for a little bit I fall right back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the Bachelor last night in bed and started feeling sleepy. Next thing I know I blink my eyes and I've missed the last fifteen minutes of the show. I was a bit confused until I realized that I must have fallen asleep. It was quite the narcoleptic moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell this is going to be a crazy week at work. There are some big trials coming up that I'm working on so my normal (non trial related) work is getting a bit backed up. You have to have a gold medal in multitasking to work at a law firm. You can win one at the office Olympics. There will be paper cuts and blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other office news, I can't wait until we get our new fridge. Not having one is really messing up my lunch plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm going to attempt to go back to bed now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-685055966835073834?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/685055966835073834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-am-i-awake.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/685055966835073834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/685055966835073834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-am-i-awake.html' title='Why am I awake?'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j85cXvjwh7w/Tye1ohKBcPI/AAAAAAAAAeY/aC7zocV2RX8/s72-c/Ginny+1-20-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-3010665782060349667</id><published>2012-01-30T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:04:32.912-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a nerd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sailor Moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sticker mania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='putting the kitties to work'/><title type='text'>Too much time on the internets. Stop being so interesting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-FeOY60lz8/Tyc0hQS01BI/AAAAAAAAAeA/cJYNIxv-prc/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-FeOY60lz8/Tyc0hQS01BI/AAAAAAAAAeA/cJYNIxv-prc/s400/001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I told Bosco that with his upcoming expensive dental surgery he was going to have to do some work around the house. Earn his keep. First up sorting my mail. He's "working on it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZasC98lFnVM/Tyc0lftVd6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/Ut1mODmDXKo/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZasC98lFnVM/Tyc0lftVd6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/Ut1mODmDXKo/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't get enough stickers lately. The problem is I don't know what to do with them. I look at them and think how cute and fun they are and then I put them away. The Sailor Moon stickers are from my mom. I was obsessed with Sailor Moon as a kid and she found these stickers at a shop that her boyfriend's son-in-law runs. Tuxedo Mask is a dream boat. I mean he throws roses for god's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UQFVSvXpd8o" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah I'm such a nerd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hGetbvjIag0/Tyc0pn1mVYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/mRQyge8UpOY/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hGetbvjIag0/Tyc0pn1mVYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/mRQyge8UpOY/s400/003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Ginny's quick and easy white pizza. I use shredded cheese, ricotta cheese and olives. Sometimes I mix it up and use feta and broccoli instead. It's so good. Dave thinks I eat too much cheese. Uh that is false. You can never eat too much cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to limit my internet time at home. I gave myself I wicked headache yesterday from staring at my computer screen all day long. I blame all of you and your awesome blogs. I went to bed last night with my mind racing and my eyes aching. New rule where I get off the computer an hour before bed to unwind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-3010665782060349667?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3010665782060349667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/too-much-time-on-internets-stop-being.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/3010665782060349667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/3010665782060349667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/too-much-time-on-internets-stop-being.html' title='Too much time on the internets. Stop being so interesting.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-FeOY60lz8/Tyc0hQS01BI/AAAAAAAAAeA/cJYNIxv-prc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-1131617460599129138</id><published>2012-01-29T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T17:31:17.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Binx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='popcorn addict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cat files'/><title type='text'>I ate the world's supply of kettle corn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ecjwttlJdFc/TyWpLucKdLI/AAAAAAAAAdY/4F38FWlro8w/s640/blogger-image-1868188347.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ecjwttlJdFc/TyWpLucKdLI/AAAAAAAAAdY/4F38FWlro8w/s400/blogger-image-1868188347.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You probably think I give Bosco special treatment because I post more pictures of him on my blog. This is not the case. It's just really hard to get a picture of Mr. Binx. The minute I point my camera or phone at him he gets all excited and tries to climb up on me or rub on the camera. I got him last night though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_54DpRw65G0/TyWpOCzl54I/AAAAAAAAAdw/vAeEPkfLbB4/s640/blogger-image--1434957762.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_54DpRw65G0/TyWpOCzl54I/AAAAAAAAAdw/vAeEPkfLbB4/s400/blogger-image--1434957762.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bloggin and nails. That was my super exciting Saturday night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WtmEdDoedos/TyWpMRBXrQI/AAAAAAAAAdg/HabbbWdSHC0/s640/blogger-image-1892623114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WtmEdDoedos/TyWpMRBXrQI/AAAAAAAAAdg/HabbbWdSHC0/s400/blogger-image-1892623114.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family portrait. Bosco in his favorite spot - my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-OHGsGxSmtKI/TyWpNcdxv4I/AAAAAAAAAdo/gIZduX7q5D8/s640/blogger-image--752433138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-OHGsGxSmtKI/TyWpNcdxv4I/AAAAAAAAAdo/gIZduX7q5D8/s400/blogger-image--752433138.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I finally got my popcorn. I am a popcorn addict. I probably eat about four bags a week. I use to eat kettle corn but I can't find it anywhere. I tried the non-microwave kettle corn but it's not the same. I think I might have eaten the world's supply of microwavable kettle corn. Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RPeVJf7DJtg/TyW-7-MkyaI/AAAAAAAAAd4/FeUJj5Z3TwY/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RPeVJf7DJtg/TyW-7-MkyaI/AAAAAAAAAd4/FeUJj5Z3TwY/s400/021.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today is Dave's birthday! He thinks he's old. Ancient at 24. We're celebrating next weekend along with my birthday where I pretend I'm turning 27 again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I watched both Alien and Aliens this weekend and my DVD player is working again. I was having issues with discs skipping and freezing. I was going to say screw it and buy a new one but I decided to try blowing in it as a last ditch effort. I mean it worked with Nintendo right? So I blew inside the DVD player and it's totally fine now. Weird. If only blowing in something would always work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-1131617460599129138?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1131617460599129138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-ate-worlds-supply-of-kettle-corn.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/1131617460599129138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/1131617460599129138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-ate-worlds-supply-of-kettle-corn.html' title='I ate the world&apos;s supply of kettle corn.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ecjwttlJdFc/TyWpLucKdLI/AAAAAAAAAdY/4F38FWlro8w/s72-c/blogger-image-1868188347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-2981129030583761701</id><published>2012-01-28T19:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T19:51:06.435-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the many faces of Dave'/><title type='text'>A little party a little cheese a little blue steel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jpNZuQ8qrdo/TySAcMbW2aI/AAAAAAAAAcA/C1mQGUDI7pw/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jpNZuQ8qrdo/TySAcMbW2aI/AAAAAAAAAcA/C1mQGUDI7pw/s400/008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh hey! Someone's turning 30 and it's not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJQin36qv9o/TySBTAyl-hI/AAAAAAAAAcI/-LcemXv6wvQ/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJQin36qv9o/TySBTAyl-hI/AAAAAAAAAcI/-LcemXv6wvQ/s400/007.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zlCR4mBNlA8/TySB71719BI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GdIhYZwxTw0/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zlCR4mBNlA8/TySB71719BI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GdIhYZwxTw0/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was never a big Newcastle fan until recently. I don't know what changed but I'm really liking it now. And yes I have painted my nails since this photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AC1-D0T28yM/TySCi10WblI/AAAAAAAAAcY/wTydGToVezs/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AC1-D0T28yM/TySCi10WblI/AAAAAAAAAcY/wTydGToVezs/s400/003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trevor's winter beard. "It's like wearing a scarf over your face all the time!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23cX8tJDs5Y/TySDTit2fUI/AAAAAAAAAcg/W33XrsI3WCU/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23cX8tJDs5Y/TySDTit2fUI/AAAAAAAAAcg/W33XrsI3WCU/s400/009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dave does Blue Steel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tIpROelwmT0/TySDWokDGoI/AAAAAAAAAco/uUGeiA-DUhE/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tIpROelwmT0/TySDWokDGoI/AAAAAAAAAco/uUGeiA-DUhE/s400/010.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my "tough" face. I also have a tiny head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oc6hwbVRizk/TySEG687WbI/AAAAAAAAAcw/kvFcrEv1C4Y/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oc6hwbVRizk/TySEG687WbI/AAAAAAAAAcw/kvFcrEv1C4Y/s400/011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa calls 1995.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZX0ZYym_TE/TySEgCVpqMI/AAAAAAAAAc4/uXEXZEUhOXg/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZX0ZYym_TE/TySEgCVpqMI/AAAAAAAAAc4/uXEXZEUhOXg/s400/019.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dave knows how to make a good drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1OZ5yGbo6yc/TySEjZloENI/AAAAAAAAAdA/np1MiHO561c/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1OZ5yGbo6yc/TySEjZloENI/AAAAAAAAAdA/np1MiHO561c/s400/018.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Could you possibly move over a bit, there's a man on my buttocks."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwMzUrxr8QE/TySE-j_DmQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/bfeeMqX9Kus/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwMzUrxr8QE/TySE-j_DmQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/bfeeMqX9Kus/s400/001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wine party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--mDsS5pFl9w/TySFBs7_MfI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/jAczRQkXgtA/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--mDsS5pFl9w/TySFBs7_MfI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/jAczRQkXgtA/s400/012.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bathroom mirror shot. I don't know why I always do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kristina and Jesse always have fun parties. I ate a disgusting amount of cheese. Bring on the brie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dave seems to think my blog is super popular and I had a good laugh at that. Melissa mentioned my most recent post and how people were really nice in the comments which lead Dave to believe that my blog is super popular. I'm just happy sharing my life and that people actually read and comment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tonight I'm relaxing with Chinese take out and Alien which Dave got me for my birthday. I'll probably have nightmares but I love that movie. I have no plans for Sunday. Oh wait yes I do. I plan to be lazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- your super popular blogger pal Ginny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-2981129030583761701?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2981129030583761701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-party-little-cheese-little-blue.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2981129030583761701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2981129030583761701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-party-little-cheese-little-blue.html' title='A little party a little cheese a little blue steel'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jpNZuQ8qrdo/TySAcMbW2aI/AAAAAAAAAcA/C1mQGUDI7pw/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-1153804752666049432</id><published>2012-01-27T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T07:25:27.710-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melissa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a photo essay of friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost and found'/><title type='text'>A photo essay of friendship. One of us is glad that I found my old digital camera.</title><content type='html'>While searching for my newish digital camera that has been missing for months I found my old digital camera, and a few other things such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A dollar bill (I'm rich!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; some Omega 3 fish oil (I'm heart healthy! Or would be if I had taken it....)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and some Sailor Moon stickers (AWESOME!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Anyways my old digital camera is a little worn. It has a piece of tape to keep one metal part from popping out but otherwise it still works. It's a Cannon Power Shot that I bought a few years ago and to be honest it takes better pictures than the newer Panasonic Lumix I bought (and lost). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I have a ton of old pictures on this camera. I just uploaded them and there's a total of 1023. Looks like I'm not a fan of the delete button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a bunch of pictures of Melissa and I so I thought it would be fun to share a few here.&amp;nbsp; We worked together for a week 5 years ago. After she left she got my number off of the employee list and called me to see if I wanted to hang out. And the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I present to you, Ginny and Melissa - a photo essay of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-44TFOYguG74/TyIVJP24whI/AAAAAAAAAaw/E3R_YJRzNPo/s1600/237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-44TFOYguG74/TyIVJP24whI/AAAAAAAAAaw/E3R_YJRzNPo/s400/237.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ny3eSfqfzmA/TyIVtB9sWGI/AAAAAAAAAa4/OVCf4NKz_60/s1600/315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ny3eSfqfzmA/TyIVtB9sWGI/AAAAAAAAAa4/OVCf4NKz_60/s400/315.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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One of us is glad that I found my old digital camera.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-44TFOYguG74/TyIVJP24whI/AAAAAAAAAaw/E3R_YJRzNPo/s72-c/237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-480721087464634073</id><published>2012-01-26T10:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:26:50.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures on the T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public transit'/><title type='text'>My leg doubles as a cane rest. Adventures on the T.</title><content type='html'>My commute to work was interesting this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stop is near the beginning of the line so I always get a seat. Two stops later an old man with a cane gets on the train and sits down next to me. I feel something cold touching me leg. I look down and notice that the man's cane is leaning up against my leg. Well this is awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to say something. He's an old man and maybe he didn't realize that he had placed his cane on my leg. Then he starts coughing and wheezing. Now I really can't do anything. The man can barely breathe. I can't ask him if I can move his cane off of my leg now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit there hoping that his stop is before mine but of course it's not. Once the train pulls into my stop I gently move his cane so it's resting on the seat and not on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't even notice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-480721087464634073?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/480721087464634073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-leg-doubles-as-cane-rest-adventures.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/480721087464634073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/480721087464634073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-leg-doubles-as-cane-rest-adventures.html' title='My leg doubles as a cane rest. Adventures on the T.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-4394148190378690584</id><published>2012-01-24T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T07:38:09.098-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m part shark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interstitial cystitis'/><title type='text'>I've injested more shark than you.</title><content type='html'>I've been taking this herbal medicine for years but never looked at the ingredients closely. The list starts off pretty normal. There's some gelatin, olive kernel extract, soy - nothing out of the ordinary. Then I get to the end of the ingredients and see fish (shark). What? There's shark in this? How many sharks have I consumed over the years? This is very disturbing. I'm really sorry Jaws but I'm not going to stop taking this medicine because it actually really helps me. I am really fucked if I go swimming in the ocean. The sharks are either going to take their revenge or kidnap me while whispering "one of us!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're curious, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/products/catalog?q=cystoprotek&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;tbm=shop&amp;amp;cid=13017551647964043255&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=JqMeT4HEHsP30gGIoPAF&amp;amp;ved=0CF0Q8wIwAg"&gt;this is the medicine I take&lt;/a&gt;. One of these days I'll write a post about interstitial cystitis (or IC for short). You'll notice that this medicine costs $45.00 per bottle and I take 4 capsules a day. Shark ain't cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to sleep with a stomach ache. I'm pretty sure this is from the pixie stick Melissa gave me. I feel fine now but I guess shark doesn't go well with lots of sugar. We went to Chill for some frozen yogurt. I don't understand why this place has to sound like a club all the time. There were two young men across from me that were busting out some sweet dance moves. It was pretty funny because they were doing it like it was no big deal. Just eating my frozen yogurt in the club, nbd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my blogger friends had her gmail and blog shut down for I don't even know what. She's freaking out that her blog might be gone and I really hope it's not. I would be freaking out if that happened to me. Just remember google that I'm part shark now. Don't mess with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-4394148190378690584?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4394148190378690584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/ive-injested-more-shark-than-you.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4394148190378690584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4394148190378690584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/ive-injested-more-shark-than-you.html' title='I&apos;ve injested more shark than you.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-878436821214499974</id><published>2012-01-23T07:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T07:26:11.434-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love twitter'/><title type='text'>Twitter handle or phone number?</title><content type='html'>I &lt;a href="http://www.talknerdytomelover.com/home/2012/1/21/dear-nerds-want-to-get-that-chick-at-the-bar-get-on-twitter.html"&gt;read&lt;/a&gt; recently that guys should have a twitter account for picking up girls at bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was at a bar and I asked someone for their phone number and they gave me their twitter handle I would be a little insulted. To me that says "I'm not really interested and I don't want to give you my number."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social media is great but let's not forget that real life exists too. Not everyone is on twitter and that's ok. I would never turn down a guy because he didn't have a twitter. You could be missing out on someone great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like someone give them your number. If you don't, well I suggest giving your twitter handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have thoughts on this? Am I crazy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-878436821214499974?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/878436821214499974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/twitter-handle-or-phone-number.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/878436821214499974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/878436821214499974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/twitter-handle-or-phone-number.html' title='Twitter handle or phone number?'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-6211275049617381672</id><published>2012-01-22T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:45:17.098-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patriots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downton Abbey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking of the past'/><title type='text'>I think tonight I'll take the long way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s74C0f0MIl8/Txy1dTg5MvI/AAAAAAAAAag/8BskUEkMET8/s1600/patriots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s74C0f0MIl8/Txy1dTg5MvI/AAAAAAAAAag/8BskUEkMET8/s400/patriots.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Patriots are going to the Super Bowl. That was quite the stressful game. The Super Bowl sometimes lands on my birthday but this year it's the day after. I told my friends that if they don't go to my birthday party because the Super Bowl is the next day they will never hear the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is becoming my favorite day of the week, mostly due to Downton Abbey. My obsession with that show seems to only be growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so lazy this weekend. I blame the snow. I had weird dreams last night. Dreams of people that I haven't seen in a long time. I woke up feeling a bit sad and nostalgic. But time marches on and none of us can stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to too much Dashboard this weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-6211275049617381672?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6211275049617381672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-think-tonight-ill-take-long-way.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6211275049617381672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6211275049617381672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-think-tonight-ill-take-long-way.html' title='I think tonight I&apos;ll take the long way'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s74C0f0MIl8/Txy1dTg5MvI/AAAAAAAAAag/8BskUEkMET8/s72-c/patriots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-8332109239149127064</id><published>2012-01-21T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T20:05:26.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='necklaces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger friends are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcard wall'/><title type='text'>Look what I got in the mail and help me with my postcard wall</title><content type='html'>I love opening my mail box and having fun mail. Letters, post cards, packages are all fun mail. Bills and promotional fliers are not fun mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz has a &lt;a href="http://lizkantner.blogspot.com/"&gt;great blog&lt;/a&gt; and super cute &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/coffeexgirl?ref=em"&gt;etsy shop&lt;/a&gt;. She recently posted about how to make a fabric necklace and offered to give away the two she made to her readers. I just happened to be one of those readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-62f9lEhSZB0/TxtNFx-DpcI/AAAAAAAAAaI/hWHXA_r1Ghc/s640/blogger-image--2071726763.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-62f9lEhSZB0/TxtNFx-DpcI/AAAAAAAAAaI/hWHXA_r1Ghc/s640/blogger-image--2071726763.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this fabric because it reminds me of the curtains Maria used to make the children play clothes in the Sound of Music. Now I just need to climb some trees and fall out of a canoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second necklace was an extra surprise. It's an actual twig painted gold. I absolutely love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1Pdyfpl86fA/TxtNGvtF69I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/SKn8Hmy1hn4/s640/blogger-image--905471337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1Pdyfpl86fA/TxtNGvtF69I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/SKn8Hmy1hn4/s640/blogger-image--905471337.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really into wearing necklaces lately. I don't wear much jewelery in general but I feel like the right necklace can really make an outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be in a crafty mood this weekend. I decided to start hanging up postcards I've gotten from people on my wall.&amp;nbsp; So far I have postcards from France, London and New Orleans (all from bloggers). I want to cover the whole area above my bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to send me a postcard in the mail I'd be really grateful and I'll even send one back to you! It's like the olden days when people actually sent real mail. If you're interested e-mail me at ginnyissassy@gmail.com or leave a comment and I'll send you my address. My only request is that it's a postcard of a place so I can keep with the theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm overly excited about my postcard wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-8332109239149127064?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8332109239149127064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/look-what-i-got-in-mail-and-help-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/8332109239149127064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/8332109239149127064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/look-what-i-got-in-mail-and-help-me.html' title='Look what I got in the mail and help me with my postcard wall'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-62f9lEhSZB0/TxtNFx-DpcI/AAAAAAAAAaI/hWHXA_r1Ghc/s72-c/blogger-image--2071726763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-5310175504991987316</id><published>2012-01-20T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T07:29:26.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love french fries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jillian Michaels is evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Denial in the pants</title><content type='html'>Sorry if you're expecting this post to be sexual in nature because it's not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does involve pants though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been shopping for new pants because the current pants I own are pretty much falling apart. Back in December I was out shopping with Dave and I picked up my normal size and he took one look at them, told me I was crazy and handed me the next size down. I told him he was crazy, I am this fat ass size (ok, it's a normal size but I feel like a fat ass) and to prove it I took the pants I picked out and tried them on in the dressing room. Turns out Dave was right. How is it that my boyfriend can pick out my pants size and I can't? Don't I live in this body every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought maybe it was a fluke. Maybe these jeans were just nice jeans that run big to make you feel better about yourself. To test my theory I bought two more pairs of pants from different stores. I had to buy the pants to test out my theory. I also had a gift card. Turns out I actually have gone down a pants size. I can no longer be in pants denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit this is probably due to Jillian Michaels. I've been waking my ass up early every other day and working out with Jillian. It's not fun being yelled at by Jillian at 6:30 a.m. but I can't deny that she gets results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ultimate goal is to go down one more pants size. I ate a salad as a side instead of french fries the other day. That was a really hard choice but life is full of hard choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-5310175504991987316?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5310175504991987316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/denial-in-pants.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/5310175504991987316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/5310175504991987316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/denial-in-pants.html' title='Denial in the pants'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-5034744837949189811</id><published>2012-01-19T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T07:28:22.422-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all mixed up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this snowfall is pathetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m starting to ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunter'/><title type='text'>I've got the fever</title><content type='html'>I've been all sorts of mixed up this week. Having Monday off really threw me. I somehow turned my alarm off without even remembering doing so. Luckily I'm super paranoid about over sleeping the paranoia worked it's way into my dream and I woke up with a start arms flailing for my phone. I definitely slept later than usual but still made it to work on time. I think I need the weekend stat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got a little bit of snow this week but it was pretty pathetic by New England standards. Its already melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MijMa4Nnou0/Txd29yztJ3I/AAAAAAAAAZg/Uoghd6Elz8M/s1600/snow.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MijMa4Nnou0/Txd29yztJ3I/AAAAAAAAAZg/Uoghd6Elz8M/s400/snow.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January is flying by. I've been putting off planning my birthday party extravaganza because I'm in denial that it's almost February. I'm also in denial about getting older in general. I don't feel like I'm in my late 20s. That has to count for something. I finally picked a place. The same place I went to on New Years. I'm getting predictable in my old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave now thinks I have baby fever but I assured him it's only baby nephew fever. Just because I'm getting closer to 30 does not mean I'm ready for kids. Besides I have an adorable little nephew to dote on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hzF-5OZ8iLk/Txd3lyCzUFI/AAAAAAAAAZo/LZ_ioaL83c4/s1600/Hunter.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hzF-5OZ8iLk/Txd3lyCzUFI/AAAAAAAAAZo/LZ_ioaL83c4/s400/Hunter.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-5034744837949189811?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5034744837949189811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/ive-got-fever.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/5034744837949189811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/5034744837949189811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/ive-got-fever.html' title='I&apos;ve got the fever'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MijMa4Nnou0/Txd29yztJ3I/AAAAAAAAAZg/Uoghd6Elz8M/s72-c/snow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-5657066920204537564</id><published>2012-01-18T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T10:00:45.713-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOPA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PIPA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Brother'/><title type='text'>It's 1984 up in here #StopSOPA</title><content type='html'>Do you know about SOPA and PIPA? As most of my readers are fellow bloggers you probably do. But if you don't please read up on it &lt;a href="http://americancensorship.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink your victory gin proles because this is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Oo7TVL71j0/TxbcujHLR_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/7nj8Vx5jRk4/s1600/1984.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Oo7TVL71j0/TxbcujHLR_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/7nj8Vx5jRk4/s320/1984.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOPA and PIPA will hurt everyone. Anyone could be shut down because someone left a comment on their site linking to pirated material. How is that fair? It's not. There's much more to both bills so I suggest you read up on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-5657066920204537564?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5657066920204537564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-1984-up-in-here-stopsopa.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/5657066920204537564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/5657066920204537564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-1984-up-in-here-stopsopa.html' title='It&apos;s 1984 up in here #StopSOPA'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Oo7TVL71j0/TxbcujHLR_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/7nj8Vx5jRk4/s72-c/1984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-374690277425896124</id><published>2012-01-17T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:18:57.361-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my bro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auntie Ginny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunter'/><title type='text'>I'm an auntie!</title><content type='html'>Today my brother and his wife had a baby boy.&amp;nbsp; They went into the hospital this morning where Ashley was to be induced. It seems Hunter was ready to arrive because there wasn't much waiting after that. Before I knew it he was here. He is adorable! I will post a picture once I get permission from the parents. Trust me he is the cutest. I wish I didn't have to wait until March to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is going to be the best dad. I'm so happy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I best wrap this up before I get all weepy. This is my little brother having a little baby here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-374690277425896124?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/374690277425896124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-auntie.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/374690277425896124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/374690277425896124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-auntie.html' title='I&apos;m an auntie!'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-4493186772576165934</id><published>2012-01-16T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T20:36:37.416-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20sb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patriots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunter'/><title type='text'>Give me my chick-fil-a and long weekends.</title><content type='html'>The 20SB bootleg winners were announced today. I didn't win for best vlogger but I didn't really expect to. There was some serious competition. Some of my nearest and dearest blogger friends did win so I'm very happy for them and for everyone else who won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My long weekend was pretty good. Saturday I went to a small dinner party at Dave's house. His mother made a really nice dinner and we watched the Patriots beat the Broncos. Yes I'm a Pats fan readers. I grew up in New England. I don't hate Tim Tebow though. I don't get all pissed off over sports like some people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home Sunday I just relaxed and watched some Netflix. I probably slept way more than necessary but I love naps and it's been cold so I want to hide under blankets with multiple cats.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Since I had today off I decided to go to the mall to use a gift card I got for Christmas. Ok, and also because I really wanted Chick-fil-a. There are only two locations in Massachusetts and neither are really close to Boston. Get on that Chick-fil-a. I know you have many fans here in Mass. The mall was insane. It seems everyone else decided to go to the mall on their day off too. I only bought one sweater so it was kind of a fail shopping wise BUT Chick-fil-a was eaten! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to go back to work tomorrow but I am ready to be an aunt! My sister-in-law Ashley is going to be induced tomorrow. Baby Hunter will be here soon. I'm going to be the crazy aunt who blogs and wears "interesting" coats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-4493186772576165934?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4493186772576165934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/give-me-my-chick-fil-and-long-weekends.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4493186772576165934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4493186772576165934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/give-me-my-chick-fil-and-long-weekends.html' title='Give me my chick-fil-a and long weekends.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-3179751147606502079</id><published>2012-01-13T07:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T07:59:26.594-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the best jack ever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leopard'/><title type='text'>Furture stint on mob wives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sr2bCA_T1xA/TxAptIlsjGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/87Ew7iUtK7c/s640/blogger-image-1888628751.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sr2bCA_T1xA/TxAptIlsjGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/87Ew7iUtK7c/s400/blogger-image-1888628751.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obviously this jacket was a very necessary purchase. It was also on sale! Don't look at me like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm hopeless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-3179751147606502079?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3179751147606502079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/furture-stint-on-mob-wives.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/3179751147606502079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/3179751147606502079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/furture-stint-on-mob-wives.html' title='Furture stint on mob wives'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sr2bCA_T1xA/TxAptIlsjGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/87Ew7iUtK7c/s72-c/blogger-image-1888628751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-4536674414296118614</id><published>2012-01-12T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T10:26:53.709-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I need me some boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger love'/><title type='text'>Mission Impossible: Boots protocal</title><content type='html'>The life of Ginny has been pretty boring this week. I have been searching for a new pair of boots and not finding anything I like. Well that's not true, I found a pair I like they are just too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYDZhXmBkSg/Tw7x28rB4jI/AAAAAAAAAZI/u7qQL8fqjes/s1600/boots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYDZhXmBkSg/Tw7x28rB4jI/AAAAAAAAAZI/u7qQL8fqjes/s320/boots.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fossil.com/en_US/shop/women/shoes/boots_booties/felicia_mid_heel_boot-ffw4123p.html?parent_category_rn=236052&amp;amp;departmentCategoryId=30000&amp;amp;N=0&amp;amp;Ns=p_wsc6%7C0%7C%7Cp_weight%7C0&amp;amp;pn=c&amp;amp;cm_vc=236055&amp;amp;rec=1&amp;amp;imagePath=FFW4123220"&gt;$198 made by Fossil&lt;/a&gt;. I don't want to spend that much money for boots but they're so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other issue is that I need knew clothes. Not want, but need. My jeans and work pants are looking rough. I have about $200.00 on an American Express gift card so do I buy a pair of boots or buy clothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know what you think I should do in the comments because I can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on from my first world problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two bloggers recently gave me awards: &lt;a href="http://www.afewfrenchfriesshortofahappymeal.com/"&gt;Sassy Pants&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://youfancymemad.com/"&gt;You Fancy Me Mad&lt;/a&gt; (formerly Hug in a Cup).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sassy Pants is like my internet doppelganger. We are so much alike it's scary. If we ever meet the world might end. The Mayans have already predicted that. I love her blog and was very flattered that she gave me a shout out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Fancy Me Mad is a great blog to check out for movies, tv and music. We have very similar taste so I really enjoy her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm almost done here. I just wanted to share with you this video of Michael Buble singing a duet on stage with a 15 year old named Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holy shit balls mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/o6TKpkY4WcM" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-4536674414296118614?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4536674414296118614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/mission-impossible-boots-protocal.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4536674414296118614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4536674414296118614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/mission-impossible-boots-protocal.html' title='Mission Impossible: Boots protocal'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYDZhXmBkSg/Tw7x28rB4jI/AAAAAAAAAZI/u7qQL8fqjes/s72-c/boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-419501323985126608</id><published>2012-01-10T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:20:04.197-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I need me some boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='well that sucks'/><title type='text'>There's gonna be a sucky boot bonfire.</title><content type='html'>I completely wiped out running for the T this morning. Lying in the middle of the street flat on my back is not how I want to start the day. Many things are going to be hurting tomorrow. My right elbow is already throbbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased these winter boots from REI last year. They are the worst pair of boots I've ever owned. I think plastic bags tied around my feet would do a better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all my feet get wet when I walk in snow with them. What is the point of making a pair of winter boots that don't keep your feet dry? I'm not jumping in puddles I'm walking in snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all these boots have the worst traction ever of any shoe or boot I've ever had. This makes perfect sense considering they are winter boots. I mean why make a pair of boots that have some traction for slippery conditions. Again, I think a plastic bag might be a better option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third of all, I don't really have a third of all except that these boots suck. They suck hard core and I want to burn them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complaining is now done. Come by my place later for a sucky boot bonfire. I'll be the one with plastic bags tied around my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does faux fur smell when you burn it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-419501323985126608?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/419501323985126608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/theres-gonna-be-sucky-boot-bonfire.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/419501323985126608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/419501323985126608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/theres-gonna-be-sucky-boot-bonfire.html' title='There&apos;s gonna be a sucky boot bonfire.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-7282324636151687797</id><published>2012-01-10T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T07:29:44.490-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ainjel Emme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Happy Tuesday! Here's a little music for you.</title><content type='html'>I have been a huge fan of &lt;a href="http://ainjelemme.net/"&gt;Ainjel Emme&lt;/a&gt; for years. I discovered her on a music thread on a very old (and now dead) message board called chick click. Someone posted about her, I listened and I loved her music immediately. Years later I'm still a fan and she is still putting out quality music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pVj4IFyH-po" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-dVJO-szNww" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-7282324636151687797?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7282324636151687797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-tuesday-heres-little-music-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/7282324636151687797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/7282324636151687797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-tuesday-heres-little-music-for.html' title='Happy Tuesday! Here&apos;s a little music for you.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pVj4IFyH-po/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-3823322300279809349</id><published>2012-01-09T10:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T10:38:40.432-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday I&apos;m hustlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cat files'/><title type='text'>Everyday I'm hustlin' (for my damn cat)</title><content type='html'>I brought Bosco to the vet today which is always fun times. He is a very good cat when he goes. He doesn't try to bite or scratch the vet and all I have to do to get him into the carrier is open the door. He has no idea what's going on and is all "oh cool a new thing I can crawl into...wait...NOOOOOOO!" At least this is what I imagine he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet tells me that he lost about a pound which is good because he is fat. He now weighs 16lbs rather than 17lbs. What's not good is that he needs a dental cleaning. Being a life long cat owner I know that this is going to cost me approximately one of my kidneys, possible a spleen as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cost of today's visit totaled $317.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cost of the dental surgery will be between $500-$600.&amp;nbsp; I'm guessing it will be more than that. Poor baby though. I could see that his gums were inflamed and one tooth looks really bad. He's on antibiotics for ten days. Good thing he eats anything so I can sprinkle it in his food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this cat lady needs to hustle and earn some more green. I can see it now, hanging out on the street corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random lady: "I need money to support my 5 kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I need to pay for my cat's dental cleaning."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everyday I'm hustlin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's lucky he's so cute. He really is a trophy cat. He sits at home all day. I work and bring home the cat food and cuddle with him and tell him how cute he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am attempting to train him to be more helpful around the house. I'm starting slow with teaching him how to brush my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2lACUlypoSs/TwsCWrjcfJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/eeq_odsmu7w/s640/blogger-image--1258280241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2lACUlypoSs/TwsCWrjcfJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/eeq_odsmu7w/s400/blogger-image--1258280241.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&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/1374657125988353434-3823322300279809349?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3823322300279809349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/everyday-im-hustlin-for-my-damn-cat.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/3823322300279809349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/3823322300279809349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/everyday-im-hustlin-for-my-damn-cat.html' title='Everyday I&apos;m hustlin&apos; (for my damn cat)'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2lACUlypoSs/TwsCWrjcfJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/eeq_odsmu7w/s72-c/blogger-image--1258280241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-7306320870032698625</id><published>2012-01-08T20:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:57:52.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yes I am this ridiculous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downton Abbey'/><title type='text'>I'm ready for Downton Abbey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ft2JRHUlAo/TwpI-QomTgI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ZonXPk4qcp0/s1600/120108-205317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ft2JRHUlAo/TwpI-QomTgI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ZonXPk4qcp0/s400/120108-205317.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have my garden party hat and my tea (not pictured but it's there). I'm ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-7306320870032698625?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7306320870032698625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-ready-for-downton-abbey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/7306320870032698625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/7306320870032698625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-ready-for-downton-abbey.html' title='I&apos;m ready for Downton Abbey'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ft2JRHUlAo/TwpI-QomTgI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ZonXPk4qcp0/s72-c/120108-205317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-1470174524872121842</id><published>2012-01-07T15:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T16:23:12.816-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Girl With the Dragon Tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations on cold medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Conversations on cold meds and isn't that Captain Von Trapp and Princess Buttercup?</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when I get a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take cold medicine and feel better and then my stomach is like "oh hell no!" and the acid reflux bitch slaps me right in the esophagus. The cold has pretty much passed but now I'm trying to calm down the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I told you I was still going to over share on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and I saw The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. I thought it was pretty good until the last ten minutes. What the heck was that crap? I read the books so I had an idea of what was going on but they did not explain it well for those who have not read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cat! Why?! I can't handle anything bad happening to an animal in a movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that the acting was great, the spirit of the book was captured and Trent Reznor did an excellent job with the score. I'm also glad that they didn't make Mikael a man whore in this movie like he was in the book. If you haven't read the books I hope I'm not spoiling too much by telling you he bangs every chick he meets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on: hello Captain Von Trapp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TrAhWnF93v8/TwiqnXxFq-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/5k8sSWfXroI/s1600/Christopher+Plummer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TrAhWnF93v8/TwiqnXxFq-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/5k8sSWfXroI/s1600/Christopher+Plummer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ4w1-WmGoA/Twiqpm_Xw3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qqM30NkOWJQ/s1600/Captain+Von+Trapp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ4w1-WmGoA/Twiqpm_Xw3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qqM30NkOWJQ/s320/Captain+Von+Trapp.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am a huge Sound of Music fan and I think Christopher Plummer is fabulous (and sexy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you recognize princess Buttercup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--t5rhb427vY/TwiyBbMDENI/AAAAAAAAAYY/GQG2e6mYZbM/s1600/Robin+Wright+buttercup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--t5rhb427vY/TwiyBbMDENI/AAAAAAAAAYY/GQG2e6mYZbM/s320/Robin+Wright+buttercup.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTvxt4LbvT8/TwiyDAVc-MI/AAAAAAAAAYg/k4RzqhSg-eM/s1600/Daniel-Craig-and-Robin-Wright.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTvxt4LbvT8/TwiyDAVc-MI/AAAAAAAAAYg/k4RzqhSg-eM/s320/Daniel-Craig-and-Robin-Wright.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I didn't know Robin Wright was still acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have to compare the two Lisbeth's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T7pdHZuaoY0/Twi0KQI-c-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/nhy7B0HMs-U/s1600/Noomi_Rapace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T7pdHZuaoY0/Twi0KQI-c-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/nhy7B0HMs-U/s320/Noomi_Rapace.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A8Bu9H_1vrE/Twi0UetfarI/AAAAAAAAAYw/IHPX3wbP9hs/s1600/Rooney+Mara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A8Bu9H_1vrE/Twi0UetfarI/AAAAAAAAAYw/IHPX3wbP9hs/s1600/Rooney+Mara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Noomi is the original Lisbeth. She played Lisbeth to perfection and no one denies that. Rooney had a tough job; you can't help but compare her to the original. I think she did very well, even though the eyebrows freaked me out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugged up on cough medicine I had this conversation with Dave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to cut my hair like Lisbeth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think that would look good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just don't do the eyebrows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should point out that I often try to freak Dave out by telling him I'm going to do weird things to myself but he always says "that would look good on you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told him that if he throws me overboard on a cruise ship that he has to take in my cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why would I throw you overboard on a cruise ship?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know but if you do you I'm leaving my cats to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-1470174524872121842?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1470174524872121842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/conversations-on-cold-meds-and-isnt.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/1470174524872121842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/1470174524872121842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/conversations-on-cold-meds-and-isnt.html' title='Conversations on cold meds and isn&apos;t that Captain Von Trapp and Princess Buttercup?'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TrAhWnF93v8/TwiqnXxFq-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/5k8sSWfXroI/s72-c/Christopher+Plummer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-3851521669761142675</id><published>2012-01-05T22:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T07:05:58.250-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane Eyre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HEX'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fassbender'/><title type='text'>Jane Eyre, Fassbender and french fries, these are a few of my favorite things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ozo4sJ4upZI/TwZmnTFqKkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/OM8A7r7HHGQ/s1600/Jane-Eyre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ozo4sJ4upZI/TwZmnTFqKkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/OM8A7r7HHGQ/s400/Jane-Eyre.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night I picked up some sweet potato fries and Jane Eyre from the Red Box and had myself a good old solo movie watching party. Fassbender and I had a lovely time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane Eyre is one of my favorite books. I think this version did the book justice. The sequencing was a bit different and the movie ends with Jane and Rochester's reunion without mentioning that they end up getting married and having babies. I still enjoyed and cried. I'm a sensitive girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Fassbender is amazing. I've been raving about him since I saw him in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0423668/"&gt;HEX&lt;/a&gt; so it's about time everyone else jumped on the Fassbender train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you haven't seen HEX? Get on that ASAP because that show is fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-3851521669761142675?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3851521669761142675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/jane-eyre-fassbender-and-french-fries.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/3851521669761142675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/3851521669761142675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/jane-eyre-fassbender-and-french-fries.html' title='Jane Eyre, Fassbender and french fries, these are a few of my favorite things.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ozo4sJ4upZI/TwZmnTFqKkI/AAAAAAAAAXw/OM8A7r7HHGQ/s72-c/Jane-Eyre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-601120826556515663</id><published>2012-01-05T19:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T19:27:57.390-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sparkles speak to me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing window display'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston'/><title type='text'>I never knew a window display could understand me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LkW4kOxa97s/TwY9NsFXdmI/AAAAAAAAAXk/3mmRVSZiMxQ/s640/blogger-image--1286841988.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LkW4kOxa97s/TwY9NsFXdmI/AAAAAAAAAXk/3mmRVSZiMxQ/s1600/blogger-image--1286841988.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I pass this window of a store in Allston a couple times a month and every time I pass it they have a new sweet ass display that I literally have to stop and stare at it. I want everything in this display. Give me sparkles and skulls and call it day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take a photo and post it here every time they put up a new display.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-601120826556515663?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/601120826556515663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-never-knew-window-display-could.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/601120826556515663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/601120826556515663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-never-knew-window-display-could.html' title='I never knew a window display could understand me.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LkW4kOxa97s/TwY9NsFXdmI/AAAAAAAAAXk/3mmRVSZiMxQ/s72-c/blogger-image--1286841988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-3578775581589821552</id><published>2012-01-05T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T12:31:27.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tori Amos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good at average'/><title type='text'>It's probably all the Tori Amos.</title><content type='html'>I'm having one of those days where I feel like I'm not a very good blogger and wonder why I even do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at being average. I don't feel like there's one particular thing I excel at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is quite the downer. I really need to cut back on my Tori Amos listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-3578775581589821552?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3578775581589821552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-probably-all-tori-amos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/3578775581589821552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/3578775581589821552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-probably-all-tori-amos.html' title='It&apos;s probably all the Tori Amos.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-2307945123730140610</id><published>2012-01-04T19:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T19:43:13.765-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20sb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t buy reduced sodium'/><title type='text'>Vote for me for best vlogger on 20sb and get better blood pressure.</title><content type='html'>I'm nominated for best vlogger on 20sb. That's pretty awesome, so thank you! Of course it's an honor to be nominated but I want to win this effing thing. So I decided to blow my nose and do a video to tell you why you should vote for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voting is &lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/viewform?formkey=dElIV2ZTeV9Zdlk4WUlQMUd0WVducGc6MQ#gid=0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Shipping and handling not included if you actually want the crackers, but trust me they are gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rbwAi-EEr2A" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-2307945123730140610?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2307945123730140610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/vote-for-me-for-best-vlogger-on-20sb.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2307945123730140610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2307945123730140610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/vote-for-me-for-best-vlogger-on-20sb.html' title='Vote for me for best vlogger on 20sb and get better blood pressure.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rbwAi-EEr2A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-8959770675314576566</id><published>2012-01-04T08:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T08:19:00.244-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NyQuil posting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being sick sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging about blogging'/><title type='text'>I think I have a resolution for the new year. This post may have been written on NyQuil.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I realized something that needs to be remedied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with a sneeze, and then more sneezes and me attempting to work while clutching a box of tissues. I'm sick and rather than suffer in silence I have to pester my co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a cold or allergies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of grape seed extract?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How annoying am I? Obnoxious. I'm not looking for sympathy I'm looking for a remedy and confirmation of what I have. I want someone to say "yes that is most definitely a cold" or "grape seed extract has many great health benefits such as..." I want a human google that will comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I realized that this was a cold and there was no grape seed extract to be found (you bet your ass I went to CVS and Walgreens) I came to the conclusion that I am an over sharer. No one cares about your cold Ginny. Of course they don't wish me ill but they don't want to diagnose their hypochondriac co-worker either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my resolution for 2012! Stop over sharing. Sometimes the words just come out of my mouth before I even know it's moving. I'm a sharer. I mean I have a blog. But it needs to stay on the blog where people can choose to read it or with my mom who tolerates my crazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may take on keeping my mouth shut in regards to stupid status updates on facebook as a second resolution but I couldn't let a grown woman think that being on the pill stops your period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love and NyQuil. - Ginny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-8959770675314576566?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8959770675314576566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-think-i-have-resolution-for-new-year.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/8959770675314576566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/8959770675314576566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-think-i-have-resolution-for-new-year.html' title='I think I have a resolution for the new year. This post may have been written on NyQuil.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-6630651456763638262</id><published>2012-01-03T07:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T07:47:18.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting older'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does not compute'/><title type='text'>2002 was actually 10 years ago. I'm feeling a bit old.</title><content type='html'>It's 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated high school 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How scary is that? Well it's scary for me. I feel like the last 10 years were a blink. I'm sure there will be a reunion but I already know what everyone has been up to thanks to facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably go so I don't have to feel old alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to treat myself to Starbucks this morning even though I'm broke. I'm feeling old and I tried to make french toast but had no syrup - I need a little treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my new laptop is being a jerk. I blame Windows 7 which sucks. My laptop keeps freezing on me. A friend told me I probably need more RAM. How about we make a laptop that has enough RAM to run Windows 7 in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-6630651456763638262?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6630651456763638262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/2002-was-actually-10-years-ago-im.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6630651456763638262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6630651456763638262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/2002-was-actually-10-years-ago-im.html' title='2002 was actually 10 years ago. I&apos;m feeling a bit old.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-7935059528363236334</id><published>2012-01-01T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T15:25:31.446-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years Eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m not good with hair stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taking lazy to the next level'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock on 2012'/><title type='text'>Hair spray in the face and hey it's 2012.</title><content type='html'>Hello there 2012. So far we are off to a pretty good start. I woke up with no hangover this morning which was a nice surprise. I think it was the 3 a.m. pop corn I ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to get a little fancy last night and curl my hair. I need some practice. I don't normally fuss with my hair much. And hair spray? Let's just say I hit myself right in the face and started gagging. Good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AG6EFLRJrPE/TwC2Due2jEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/dUwBKHSEJKw/s640/blogger-image-953352294.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AG6EFLRJrPE/TwC2Due2jEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/dUwBKHSEJKw/s640/blogger-image-953352294.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wish I had taken more pictures but I'm still with out a digital camera and I was too busy trying to hold onto my drink. It was pretty packed in Golden Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Golden Temple they always have a really cool ice sculpture out front for NYE. It's a fun Chinese Restaurant in Brookline that looks like the inside of some futuristic space ship or a beehive depending on who you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vz3nXzA92Rs/TwC2EYn_rGI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/2FuTAf6TH8k/s640/blogger-image-1510266675.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vz3nXzA92Rs/TwC2EYn_rGI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/2FuTAf6TH8k/s640/blogger-image-1510266675.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy that is wasn't raining, snowing or freezing. This winter has been awesome so far with no significant snow fall since Halloween. The skiers and snowboarders are sad while I'm giving mother nature a high-five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tomorrow off and I plan on being extremely lazy and taking lots of naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the Bachelor starts tomorrow. Yes, I watch the Bachelor and the Bachelorette. I can't lie to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-7935059528363236334?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7935059528363236334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/hair-spray-in-face-and-hey-its-2012.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/7935059528363236334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/7935059528363236334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2012/01/hair-spray-in-face-and-hey-its-2012.html' title='Hair spray in the face and hey it&apos;s 2012.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AG6EFLRJrPE/TwC2Due2jEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/dUwBKHSEJKw/s72-c/blogger-image-953352294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-1508209984322668962</id><published>2011-12-31T10:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T10:12:20.126-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 recap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 is coming'/><title type='text'>The final 2011 recap now with pictures!</title><content type='html'>I hope you enjoyed my 2011 recaps. I had fun doing it and hopefully will be more prepared next year. I'm taking notes so I don't forget what I liked in 2012. That's right I'm taking notes and I'm doing it all for you and my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 went by way too fast. I have to say it was a pretty great year (I mean Devon Sawa knows I exist!). You hear that 2012? You better live up to all of my expectations. I think it will. I'll be an aunt in 2012. Let's not forget the Hunger Games movie! March seems so far away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my only "resolutions" are to continue building my savings and paying down my credit cards. Pretty simple. Otherwise I'm perfect so there's no need to change anything. I'm like Mary Poppins over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a lot of pictures with my phone so I thought I'd share a few from 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you have a great New Years Eve and thank you for reading. 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At the Disco - The Ballad of Mona Lisa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This&lt;/i&gt; is Steam Punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gOgpdp3lP8M" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Breathe Carolina - Blackout&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect for dancing in your bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h2S3RvIHwGs" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AWOLNATION - Sail&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly beat yo. Yeah, I can't type like that and not laugh at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gH2efAcmBQM" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smosh - The Legend of Zelda Rap&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome!!!!! And I completely agree it should be the Legend of Link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mO1QBTG6EXs" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-4052483968298759754?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4052483968298759754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/favorite-music-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4052483968298759754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4052483968298759754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/favorite-music-of-2011.html' title='Favorite music of 2011'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/59bLUwYONEI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-8924913698819417519</id><published>2011-12-29T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T08:36:00.511-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books that creepy me out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 recap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love YA'/><title type='text'>Favorite Books of 2011</title><content type='html'>If you read my blog you know I'm a big fan of YA books and that's pretty much all I read this year. I'll try to mix it up in 2012. Suggestions are always welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Matched-Ally-Condie/dp/014241977X/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1325128479&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Matched&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crossed-Ally-Condie/dp/0525423656/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_b"&gt;Crossed&lt;/a&gt; by Ally Condie&lt;/b&gt;: Second hardest love triangle I've read in a YA series. What I mean by that is that I liked both male characters and had a hard time choosing my favorite. I enjoyed the second book (Crossed) better than Matched. More action and I felt more of a connection to the characters. One thing that sticks out in my mind in this series is the government picking which art, poems and music that was to be saved from history. Anything beyond what was picked out by the government was destroyed. The thought of this makes me incredibly sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Clockwork-Angel-Infernal-Devices-Cassandra/dp/141697587X/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1325128637&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Clockwork Angel&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Clockwork-Prince-Infernal-Devices-Cassandra/dp/1416975888/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1325128815&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Clockwork Prince&lt;/a&gt; by Cassandra Clare&lt;/b&gt;: This would be the YA series with the hardest love triangle. I was dying by the end of the second book. I love the Victorian setting, the characters and the dialogue. I found myself laughing out loud at the dialogue which does not happen often. But Will or Jem? Don't make me pick, I love them both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Season-Passage-Christopher-Pike/dp/0765331292/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1325129246&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Season of Passage&lt;/a&gt; by Christopher Pike&lt;/b&gt;: One of Pike's adult novels. This book is creepy. I would read it and just feel alone and scared and started picturing myself in the characters situation. I had to put it aside a few times and couldn't read it at night. Astronauts exploring in space where nothing is going as planned and people start losing their mind. I'd love to see this made into a movie, it has Ridley Scott all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Unwind-Neal-Shusterman/dp/1416912053/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1325129391&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Unwind&lt;/a&gt; by Neal Shusterman&lt;/b&gt;: There was a war. The sides were pro-life and pro-choice. The outcome that ended the war is pretty horrifying. One of the most powerful sections in this book was from the view point of a boy going through the unwinding process. I read that section so many times because it was just so horrifying and sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Forest-Hands-Teeth-Carrie-Ryan/dp/B004EYUDMS/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1325129667&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Forest of Hands&lt;/a&gt; and Teeth by Carrie Ryan&lt;/b&gt;: Love triangle, zombies, a little bit of the Village thrown in. The two follow up books are also quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Divergent-Veronica-Roth/dp/0062024027/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1325129837&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Divergent&lt;/a&gt; by Veronica Roth&lt;/b&gt;: No love triangle in this one but that doesn't mean there isn't a bit of romance. I love how strong the main female character is. Teens get shot, beat up and one commits suicide. A more adult YA read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mortal-Instruments-Bones-Ashes-Glass/dp/1442409525/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1325130182&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Mortal Instrument Series&lt;/a&gt; by Cassandra Clare&lt;/b&gt;: I read all of these books except for the most recent. As I mentioned above I am a fan of Clare's dialogue. The end of the first book had me flipping the hell out but that made me read the other books as soon as possible. Oh you're sneaky Clare. The world Clare created seems well thought out and there are many characters that I love in this series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-8924913698819417519?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8924913698819417519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/favorite-books-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/8924913698819417519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/8924913698819417519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/favorite-books-of-2011.html' title='Favorite Books of 2011'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-364990980087619343</id><published>2011-12-29T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T07:34:38.873-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work it out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jillian Michaels is evil'/><title type='text'>I hate Jillian Michaels and squat thrusts.</title><content type='html'>I've been waking up early and facing Jillian Michaels four days a week. She wants us to be together 5-6 days a week but I just can't handle that yet. You see I need to still be able to lift my arms up for my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jillian will try to trick you and make you feel like a lazy asshole because "400 pound people can do this". That doesn't make doing anything in plank pose any easier. Squat thrusts from a plank pose? I'm gonna squat thrust you in the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a week since I lost my self esteem. I feel much stronger in my arms. You're all getting tickets to the gun show pretty soon. Then I'm gonna wrestle Jillian Michaels and an alligator at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang! Bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I don't really hate Jillian. Getting in shape isn't suppose to be easy. I just get cranky when I'm sore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-364990980087619343?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/364990980087619343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-hate-jillian-michaels-and-squat.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/364990980087619343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/364990980087619343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-hate-jillian-michaels-and-squat.html' title='I hate Jillian Michaels and squat thrusts.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-8834832956801059507</id><published>2011-12-28T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T09:03:00.608-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 recap'/><title type='text'>Favorite movies of 2011</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that my movie watching this year was pretty pathetic.&amp;nbsp;I didn't make it to the movies as much as I would have liked to (hello 2012 goal). But I'm still going to share what I did like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridesmaids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TXh3b2ZWU9I/TvqH3vz1QAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/amMNC_2HWBk/s1600/bridesmaids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TXh3b2ZWU9I/TvqH3vz1QAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/amMNC_2HWBk/s400/bridesmaids.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Probably the funniest movie of the year. I will never eat at a sketchy Brazilian restaurant. I think what's so great about Bridesmaids is that it shows that a woman centric comedy can appeal to men and woman. Woman are funny, woman can be gross, woman can lead a comedy film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hX7-3Db5o0/TvqJS58jTXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Og1HFT2-iHo/s1600/harry-potter-deathly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hX7-3Db5o0/TvqJS58jTXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Og1HFT2-iHo/s400/harry-potter-deathly.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Harry Potter is really done. Sad to see it go but the movie did the books justice. I only wish the deaths in the final&amp;nbsp;battle weren't so glossed over. I wasn't as emotional as I was with the books. I still loved the movie though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tower Heist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LAFKwgjuN4/TvqKqnmncLI/AAAAAAAAAVw/DH9VXN1oDF4/s1600/tower-heist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LAFKwgjuN4/TvqKqnmncLI/AAAAAAAAAVw/DH9VXN1oDF4/s400/tower-heist.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Welcome back Eddie Murphy. Where the heck have you been? We need a spin off with Matthew Broderick and Eddie Murphy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today I teach you how to pick a lock with a bobby pin! Here's your bobby pin, here's your bobby pin, and here's your punk-ass bobby pin! You unlock the door, or you gonna freeze to death! I'm gonna be inside having sex with Rita!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this list is pretty sad but I didn't realize that until I started writing this post and I put in all this effort so you get this pathetically short list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies I still need to see that came out in 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive&lt;br /&gt;The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo&lt;br /&gt;Sherlock Holmes&lt;br /&gt;Horrible Bosses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-8834832956801059507?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8834832956801059507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/favorite-movies-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/8834832956801059507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/8834832956801059507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/favorite-movies-of-2011.html' title='Favorite movies of 2011'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TXh3b2ZWU9I/TvqH3vz1QAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/amMNC_2HWBk/s72-c/bridesmaids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-3778759697895169089</id><published>2011-12-27T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:12:21.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why do I have a crush on Tate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 recap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Favorite TV shows of 2011</title><content type='html'>I've decided over the next few days to recap 2011. I'll be sharing lists of my favorite movies, books, music and personal moments. I'll also be sharing what I'm looking forward to in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV shows of 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;American Horror Story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tMFS0e5mMic/Tvn_vY2SzOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Ikzg80pUtfw/s1600/Tate+and+Violet+American+Horror+Story.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tMFS0e5mMic/Tvn_vY2SzOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Ikzg80pUtfw/s400/Tate+and+Violet+American+Horror+Story.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This show was CREEPY. I had nightmares about it and had to stop watching it before I went to bed. I've always loved a good haunted house story and American Horror delivered. Tate and Violet are my new favorite couple despite how crazy Tate is. And Jessica Lange was pretty fantastic as Constance. I'm glad American Horror will be continuing but in a new location with new characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong that I have a crush on Tate? Probably..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two Broke Girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1om3iA7mn00/TvoBRuRkgvI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Lc5_JnUnaXs/s1600/2-broke-girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1om3iA7mn00/TvoBRuRkgvI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Lc5_JnUnaXs/s400/2-broke-girls.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This show snuck up on me. I thought it was ok at first but as the season progressed I really started enjoying it. I needed a little comedy in my life and Two Broke Girls is way better than Two and a Half Men. I also totally have a girl crush on Kat Dennings. How could you not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Once&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Upon a Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-4Thpdkr6A/TvoEPsBEZkI/AAAAAAAAAVA/HW1j8yoc1hE/s1600/Once.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-4Thpdkr6A/TvoEPsBEZkI/AAAAAAAAAVA/HW1j8yoc1hE/s400/Once.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm a sucker for fairy tales. I admit it. I'm also a sucker for a good bitch. And hey Ginnifer Goodwin is not annoying me in something! I have to say that the evil characters tend to be my favorite on this show. I don't know how many seasons this show can last (at some point they have to be clued into the curse and what's really happening) but for now I'm enjoying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Downton Abbey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPBAMoImSSY/TvoHAA4gbzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/nkGLpyc2lLs/s1600/downton-abbey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPBAMoImSSY/TvoHAA4gbzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/nkGLpyc2lLs/s400/downton-abbey.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My favorite show of 2011. I love period pieces and PBS knows how to bring the drama. The story is great, the characters are great, the acting is great, can I use great anymore? This show is great. I suggest you check it out even if period dramas aren't normally your thing. I can't wait for the January premiere of season 2. It's going to be like Christmas even though it's not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You're probably wondering where Game of Thrones is one here and the answer is I haven't seen it yet. You see, I'm poor because I live in Boston where I pay $145.00 a month for a parking spot so I must wait for it to come out on Netflix. It would be on my list if I had actually watched it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-3778759697895169089?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3778759697895169089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/favorite-tv-shows-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/3778759697895169089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/3778759697895169089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/favorite-tv-shows-of-2011.html' title='Favorite TV shows of 2011'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tMFS0e5mMic/Tvn_vY2SzOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Ikzg80pUtfw/s72-c/Tate+and+Violet+American+Horror+Story.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-6594831168733098704</id><published>2011-12-26T10:33:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T10:48:26.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charades can be dangerous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jillian Michaels is evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ripped in 30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Wars FTW'/><title type='text'>Gift remorse and fertility socks, whatever those are.</title><content type='html'>So my mom and her boyfriend got me a really nice Coach bag for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hstDSjrgYCs/TviQ00J4ilI/AAAAAAAAAUc/LoiypCO89vM/s1600/111226-101623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hstDSjrgYCs/TviQ00J4ilI/AAAAAAAAAUc/LoiypCO89vM/s400/111226-101623.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew they were getting me a nice bag I would have got them something extra. Not that I got them crap but still! I know this bag was at least a few hundred dollars, even though my mother told me that she got money off for putting it on lay away for two months or something like that. Now I know why she couldn't wait for me to open it. For two months she's been talking about the awesome present she got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got them each a gift and then a gift card to the 99 for both of them. They love the 99. I love the 99! So I suppose it all worked out but I still wish I had added a bit more to the gift card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that my cousin's son loves Star Wars. Is it weird that I get excited that younger generations still love Star Wars? He was telling me about all the Star Wars stuff he got for Christmas and the Lego Death Star that he wants. A true nerd in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my mom's and Tony's with gifts and massive amounts of food. I can hear Jillian Michael's yelling at me for the amount of food I ate. I've been doing her Ripped in 30 dvd and after two days I need a break. Just one day off so my body will stop hurting so much. Just calm it down Jillian!&amp;nbsp;I need this ham and left over Chinese Food!&amp;nbsp;I worked out on Christmas Day so don't even start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove all the way from Milford to Brockton to visit Ashley Christmas Day night. I had some beer and we played charades which was fun until I got "fertility socks" and "butt plug". Can you tell these were hand written? What the heck are fertility socks? Thank God they got butt plug in two seconds because who wants to keep acting that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Can I tell you how awesome it is to have this web cam on my laptop? So much easier to take pictures of my pale self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-6594831168733098704?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6594831168733098704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/gift-remorse-and-fertility-socks.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6594831168733098704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6594831168733098704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/gift-remorse-and-fertility-socks.html' title='Gift remorse and fertility socks, whatever those are.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hstDSjrgYCs/TviQ00J4ilI/AAAAAAAAAUc/LoiypCO89vM/s72-c/111226-101623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-7910180558862845887</id><published>2011-12-24T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T10:01:30.999-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the extrovert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the holidays'/><title type='text'>I'm still not done shopping but I'm gonna eat my face off later so it's all good.</title><content type='html'>You're probably wondering what happened with my floor party Thursday. Well let me take a bite of this hot pocket and I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a nosey person. I admit it. So it was exciting to peak inside the other offices on our floor. I had no idea that most of the people in the company across from us were attorneys or paralegals. The paralegals over there get their own offices. I'm all "check out my cubicle, it has a fish named Edward Cullen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday should have been a quiet day but instead I ended pretty busy at work. I always end up scrambling to find a constable to have a subpoena served on Christmas Eve. I did get out early though and tried to finish up my Christmas shopping. I still have a few things to get today but I'm just going to go to Coolidge Corner and try the shops there rather than attempt the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave is going with me to my aunt and uncle's Christmas party tonight. He has no idea what he's in for. I have a pretty large extended family. Lots of cousins and aunts and uncles. I'm use to it, Dave is shy and is not. He's a trooper though. Gotta love an extrovert introvert couple (I'm the extrovert, obviously). I told him there will be toasted ravs. I'm going to eat my face off and carbo load like I'm running a marathon. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to wish all my blog readers a Merry Christmas or Happy Kwanzaa or a Happy Christmas (if you're British). I'd give you all presents if I could!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-7910180558862845887?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7910180558862845887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-still-not-done-shopping-but-im-gonna.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/7910180558862845887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/7910180558862845887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-still-not-done-shopping-but-im-gonna.html' title='I&apos;m still not done shopping but I&apos;m gonna eat my face off later so it&apos;s all good.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-6314900909591397057</id><published>2011-12-22T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T07:38:14.319-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new and shiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short work week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations with my mother'/><title type='text'>New laptop and a possible future appearance on hoarders.</title><content type='html'>I finally got a new laptop! It's a party up in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4qu44IFNPk/TvJ6DXJV7gI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/nkpSKx3Gxwk/s1600/111221-192340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4qu44IFNPk/TvJ6DXJV7gI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/nkpSKx3Gxwk/s400/111221-192340.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Watch out, I now have a built in webcam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought the new laptop home Monday and you would think that I would have been blogging my little heart out but I spent most of my time adding music to my ipod. I've been listening to the same music for months since I was using a borrowed laptop and didn't want to upload all my music onto it. Now I'm in musical ipod bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been busy and I'm not done Christmas shopping. I keep thinking that I have more time and then I look at the date and realize, no I really do not have more time.&amp;nbsp;Stop playing with your new laptop and taking fake party pictures and get some shopping done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I did do some shopping...for myself. But I really needed new underwear and then there were ruffles on a pair and damn you Victoria's Secret for making cute underwear! Tomorrow I will finish. My building is attached to a mall which helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of shopping my mother is going crazy with buying toys. She doesn't plan on giving them to children she's going to save them so she can sell them years from now when they go up in value. Or so she says. She asked me if there were Lady Ga Ga dolls because apparently she thinks that's going to be a good one to save. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be that crying adult child on hoarders aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of winter and it's in the 50s here in Boston. Wha? The weather has been very abnormal this fall. I'm use to freezing my ass off by now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company floor party is today. Should be interesting. I'm in charge of picking out wine and beer. I'm bringing my co-worker Megan with me to help because she actually knows what wine is good. I just go by which label on the bottle is the most fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-6314900909591397057?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6314900909591397057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-laptop-and-possible-future.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6314900909591397057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6314900909591397057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-laptop-and-possible-future.html' title='New laptop and a possible future appearance on hoarders.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4qu44IFNPk/TvJ6DXJV7gI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/nkpSKx3Gxwk/s72-c/111221-192340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-5592569477035737762</id><published>2011-12-18T22:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T22:29:38.413-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can we extend the weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yea presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being sick sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mini tree'/><title type='text'>Well that was quite the weekend.</title><content type='html'>I'm typing this post while stretching out my new pair of jeans. Dave got them for me for Christmas. I'm always complaining about my jeans falling off me so Dave suggested that maybe I should buy a size down than my usual size. That boy is smart. I'm very scared of the muffin top so I think I tend to buy a little loose. So now I'm sitting in my new jeans that are a tiny bit snug so I can stretch them out a bit. I should probably calm it down on the cookies too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend went by really fast and I felt like I was barely home. We all know what happened to me Friday, super massive hangover day. Well Friday night was my cousin's birthday. We went to an Armenian restaurant to celebrate and I had some really good swordfish kabobs. That is until I got home and had a horrible acid reflux attack. I was in a lot of pain and nothing was stopping the heartburn. I took a ton of medicine and just sat in bed clutching my pillow and rocking back and forth. It's really hard to explain how bad this hurts until you've experienced it yourself. I didn't fall asleep until about 3 a.m. and it was not a restful sleep as I was sleeping sitting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I was tired and still not feeling 100% but I had to go to my grandmother's Christmas party. I ate some food and was doing ok. Later that night I met up with Dave where we went to dinner and then watched movies at his place. During Hannah the reflux was making a comeback. I started panicking because who wants to be sick away from home? I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to lay down and go to sleep. Dave could tell something was wrong and I told him that the reflux was back. I had taken so much Zantac I'm surprised I didn't end up being dragged down the hall by my boyfriend after od'ing a la Violet in American Horror story. I was so glad that when I laid down it didn't get worse and I could go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I freaked Dave out because I don't think he realized how bad my reflux can be. I told him that I've gone to the emergency room for it before and that's true. If it gets bad enough I start vomiting (not by force it just happens) because it hurts my chest and at that point I go to the hospital before I get dehydrated and to stop the pain. I'm like an 80 year old woman. It's pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you still with me? Well while this is going on my brother texts me to tell me that his dog bit his friend's daughter in the face and she had to get 15 stitches. My brother had to bring him to the pound and he has to be quarantined for 9 days. After that they can take him back but have to find him a new home. I really hope someone takes him. He's a great dog for someone that has no other pets or children. With my sister-in-law due next month they can't risk him going after the baby. Plus he went after another dog before so they were pretty much told that they have to get rid of the dog (they live on base). I'm really sad about this because I met Maverick and he was so sweet to me and my mom and her boyfriend. I don't want to see him put down. They are lucky though that the girl is going to be ok and that her parents were so understanding. They feel horrible for the little girl and don't want anything like that to happen to another kid. It's just so sad. Maverick is probably so confused and doesn't like being left alone and I know my brother will be heartbroken if he has to be put down. I also hope that the little girl doesn't grow up being scared of dogs. She's two so hopefully she won't remember being attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very long post so if you've read all of this you are seriously a dedicated reader. I put a mini tree up that my mom gave me because that's what mom's do. It's really cute and small which is perfect since I live in a shoebox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJKR2QpbJ6c/Tu6unko3cnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/nqYuWqklQN0/s1600/tree.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJKR2QpbJ6c/Tu6unko3cnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/nqYuWqklQN0/s320/tree.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&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/1374657125988353434-5592569477035737762?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5592569477035737762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/well-that-was-quite-weekend.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/5592569477035737762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/5592569477035737762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/well-that-was-quite-weekend.html' title='Well that was quite the weekend.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJKR2QpbJ6c/Tu6unko3cnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/nqYuWqklQN0/s72-c/tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-1337423291522757530</id><published>2011-12-16T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T18:49:37.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='well that was no fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='now with more glitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday to my cuz'/><title type='text'>I'm here.  Sort of.</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning with a horrendous hangover. There was involuntary moaning involved and trying to decide if laying down or sitting up would make the room stop spinning. Melissa was in the same boat. We texted each other complaining about how awful we felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with my work holiday party. I had some wine and was feeling good. We got to leave the office early so a couple of us decided to stop by Whiskeys for a few drinks. I got home around 6 and headed back out to meet up with Dave to celebrate him being done with finals. I switched from beer to gin and tonics. Bad idea. Dave had to catch the T back since he had to work in the morning. I met up with Melissa at the Tavern on my way home. I didn't have anything to drink at the Tavern. I walked in, found Melissa and we left to go back to her house for Chinese food. The food did not help. I woke up feeling like death. I took the day off so I could do some Christmas shopping and instead I laid in bed and watched American Horror Story and wished someone would bring me ginger ale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out to dinner for my cousin Alexis' 25th birthday tonight and I'm going to be drinking non alcoholic beverages. I even painted my nails with my new glitter polish. At least I did something today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-1337423291522757530?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1337423291522757530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-here-sort-of.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/1337423291522757530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/1337423291522757530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-here-sort-of.html' title='I&apos;m here.  Sort of.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-9028088972356001612</id><published>2011-12-15T07:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T07:30:34.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M2M is way better than Miley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ain&apos;t no party like an S Club party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1997 Ginny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Channel from the 90s'/><title type='text'>1997 Ginny is making a comeback</title><content type='html'>Oh God I'm turning into 1997 Ginny. The Ginny who listens to M2M, S Club 7, 5ive and B*Witched. Normally 1997 Ginny only comes out when she's drunk but now she's coming out totally sober!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was on the Disney Channel in the late 90s I was blasting it in my room and dancing around like young teens do. Please keep in mind that I think this is way better quality than the music currently being played on the Disney Channel. Do they still show music videos on the Disney Channel? I'm old and it's been a long time. All I know is I that Miley does not compare to M2M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie, do you remember singing your little teenage heart out to this? Now you have babies and I work for a law firm. WTF right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OppEL8Z9c5M" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-9028088972356001612?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/9028088972356001612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/1997-ginny-is-making-comeback.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/9028088972356001612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/9028088972356001612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/1997-ginny-is-making-comeback.html' title='1997 Ginny is making a comeback'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OppEL8Z9c5M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-6615576545044730888</id><published>2011-12-14T07:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:47:17.726-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Got my puffer and my flip flops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uSjESemdezU/TugVe76BYxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5wQASCLl5eU/s640/blogger-image--1612070094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uSjESemdezU/TugVe76BYxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5wQASCLl5eU/s400/blogger-image--1612070094.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Florida girl, I'm so proud of your New England transformation. Flip flops and a winter coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa and I met up for burritos and then I devoured the rest of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Clockwork-Prince-Infernal-Devices-Cassandra/dp/1416975888"&gt;the book I was reading&lt;/a&gt; when I got home. I hate the way the book ends because now I can't stop thinking about what's going to happen. Book 3 doesn't come out until December of 2012! I'm seriously stressed over a damn book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get very involved with books. I become attached to characters and when the book is done I feel sad because I don't want to say goodbye. I fully understand that I sound crazy and I'm probably not doing the best job of explaining but if you love reading as I do I think you can somewhat relate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-6615576545044730888?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6615576545044730888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/got-my-puffer-and-my-flip-flops.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6615576545044730888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6615576545044730888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/got-my-puffer-and-my-flip-flops.html' title='Got my puffer and my flip flops'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uSjESemdezU/TugVe76BYxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5wQASCLl5eU/s72-c/blogger-image--1612070094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-4212232146117750587</id><published>2011-12-13T15:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:27:04.632-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinks and tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends and breakups'/><title type='text'>Awkward moments</title><content type='html'>This weekend I witnessed a horrible breakup. A friend of mine and her boyfriend in a cigar bar. I hate cigar bars but I went with her to the cigar bar so her boyfriend could breakup with her face to face. I was sitting on a stool next to a stranger holding a bud light that I didn't feel like drinking. I was tipsy from a horrible gin and tonic from the previous bar. We sat there and tried to talk to give them some privacy but I could still hear most of the conversation. She left the bar in tears. I would have too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cab ride home was an argument with the cabbie. I don't even remember what it was about just that I was trying to keep the peace. I ended up paying a $35.00 cab fare. I just wanted to get home and get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend seems to be doing ok and has completely cut her ex out of her life. I wish I had suck a "fuck you attitude" when it comes to breakups but instead I usually wallow in self pity and stalk their facebook page while crying. It's quite a pretty picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'm baking cookies with my mom. Quite the turn around from the previous weekend of well gin, tears and angry cabbies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-4212232146117750587?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4212232146117750587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/awkward-moments.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4212232146117750587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4212232146117750587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/awkward-moments.html' title='Awkward moments'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-8886704397035236885</id><published>2011-12-10T18:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T18:06:08.386-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss the 90s'/><title type='text'>Play on player.</title><content type='html'>"I'm going to get Blackstreet to perform for you on your birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;File under things I promise when I'm drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="460" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3KL9mRus19o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-8886704397035236885?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8886704397035236885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/promises.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/8886704397035236885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/8886704397035236885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/promises.html' title='Play on player.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3KL9mRus19o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-2839482496902739686</id><published>2011-12-09T07:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T07:33:52.976-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Friday ramblings and holiday themed underwear.</title><content type='html'>I think I've found my Christmas spirit! I don't dislike the holidays but I feel like it takes some time for me to get in the festive mood. I'm looking forward to our company party next week and we're also having a party with the other businesses on our floor on the 22nd. The floor party is a new thing this year. The more parties the better I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of want a tree but I live with two crazy cats that would make a contest out of who could knock over the tree faster, so instead I look out my window and enjoy my neighbor's tree. Hey neighbors! I'm only tree peeping, don't mind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started Christmas shopping yet but having the money to do so would help. I really need some new pants too. My jeans are looking pathetic. I'm pretty sure there is going to be a hole in the crotchal region soon and this is my best pair!&amp;nbsp; Better double up on the underwear for protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want fun holiday themed underwear now. Maybe ones that say "Ho Ho Ho" across the butt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-2839482496902739686?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2839482496902739686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/friday-ramblings-and-holiday-themed.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2839482496902739686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2839482496902739686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/friday-ramblings-and-holiday-themed.html' title='Friday ramblings and holiday themed underwear.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-8551512274564078783</id><published>2011-12-08T10:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T10:04:16.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='now with more glitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Club Hell'/><title type='text'>Last night at Club Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fMAZiylXjDM/TuC9kNLabGI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ZD3hhimdZYM/s640/blogger-image-1269744747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fMAZiylXjDM/TuC9kNLabGI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ZD3hhimdZYM/s400/blogger-image-1269744747.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Pg5Qg1qkAjM/TuC9oVyEJ8I/AAAAAAAAATY/YuHL0_l-Ehk/s640/blogger-image--925269597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Pg5Qg1qkAjM/TuC9oVyEJ8I/AAAAAAAAATY/YuHL0_l-Ehk/s400/blogger-image--925269597.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zVNJBT66Ba0/TuC9pYcrwGI/AAAAAAAAATg/9kdCotikQ6g/s640/blogger-image--19416490.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zVNJBT66Ba0/TuC9pYcrwGI/AAAAAAAAATg/9kdCotikQ6g/s400/blogger-image--19416490.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cSUvRMs20Ww/TuC9qvWVR6I/AAAAAAAAATo/QicfqFeIy7w/s640/blogger-image--1399913648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cSUvRMs20Ww/TuC9qvWVR6I/AAAAAAAAATo/QicfqFeIy7w/s400/blogger-image--1399913648.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6PMBqMjq844/TuC9reiJfNI/AAAAAAAAATw/ox7KJ2njnpM/s640/blogger-image-14760612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6PMBqMjq844/TuC9reiJfNI/AAAAAAAAATw/ox7KJ2njnpM/s400/blogger-image-14760612.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last night at Club Hell. Literally &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; last night as it's closing. People come from all over to go to Hell because there is really no other place like it in the area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Rumor has it that they may possibly open up again in a new location but I'm not getting my hopes up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dave got his hair cut and it looks so good! I told him about a hundred times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dave's friend CJ had the best glitter shorts. He told me that Dave talks about me all the time at work. I was skeptical but he must because CJ knew quite a bit about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The rain would not let up last night. I fell asleep on the way back. I crawled into bed at 4 a.m. I'm surprisingly ok for 3 hours of sleep. I did not partake in large quantities of alcohol last night so I'm not hungover. *High fives self*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In case you're wondering. I did not partake in any whipping. (see first picture of two random ladies).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Brain is scrambled. &amp;nbsp;Halp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-8551512274564078783?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8551512274564078783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-night-at-club-hell.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/8551512274564078783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/8551512274564078783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-night-at-club-hell.html' title='Last night at Club Hell'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fMAZiylXjDM/TuC9kNLabGI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ZD3hhimdZYM/s72-c/blogger-image-1269744747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-2471447027767017712</id><published>2011-12-06T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T10:31:02.313-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texting fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Forsyte Saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramen still tastes good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling sleepy'/><title type='text'>Ramen days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dqxWJQsqBrE/Tt4xAvgXCYI/AAAAAAAAATI/VpxKmixoXiY/s640/blogger-image-1275187357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dqxWJQsqBrE/Tt4xAvgXCYI/AAAAAAAAATI/VpxKmixoXiY/s400/blogger-image-1275187357.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my lunch today. Don't let the package fool you. There are no vegetables of any sort in this soup. I had a hard time getting up this morning and I think it might be due to the switch up of allergy medicine. I blame my laziness on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneezing has much improved though. Texting half asleep might be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cats with guns. Probably not my best idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in-between a guy who smelled like moth balls and a woman with out of control elbows on the T today. What a lovely commute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I make white pizza with black olives and attempt to finish watching the Forsyte Saga.&amp;nbsp; Soames, I'd like to punch you in the mouth very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-2471447027767017712?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2471447027767017712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/ramen-days.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2471447027767017712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2471447027767017712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/ramen-days.html' title='Ramen days.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dqxWJQsqBrE/Tt4xAvgXCYI/AAAAAAAAATI/VpxKmixoXiY/s72-c/blogger-image-1275187357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-8613121398204167385</id><published>2011-12-06T07:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T07:43:46.142-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kelly&apos;s Roast Beef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants in Boston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hipsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noooooooo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Kelly's Roast Beef to close in Allston. Ginny dies inside.</title><content type='html'>Apparently &lt;a href="http://articles.boston.com/2011-12-05/yourtown/30478508_1_kelly-restaurant-uno-chicago-grill"&gt;Kelly's Roast Beef in Allston is closing&lt;/a&gt;. If you haven't been to Boston you are missing out on Kelly's. It is full of amazing deliciousness. According to the article they are closing the Allston location because sales are not what they expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're going to make me go to Revere to get a roast beef sandwich? I'm am not going to Revere for a roast beef sandwich! There is no reason to go to Revere ever. Have I not eaten massive amount of sandwiches and onion rings? Come on Allston hipsters! Can't you stumble out of Great Scott drunk on PBR and shove a roast beef sandwich in your mouth? I don't care if your vegan this is important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a happy camper. I guess I need to make a Kelly's run before Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-8613121398204167385?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8613121398204167385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/kellys-roast-beef-to-close-in-allston.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/8613121398204167385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/8613121398204167385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/kellys-roast-beef-to-close-in-allston.html' title='Kelly&apos;s Roast Beef to close in Allston. Ginny dies inside.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-6734941163181740665</id><published>2011-12-05T21:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T21:03:41.462-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Ga Ga'/><title type='text'>Vlog: Marry the Night music video review.  Get me some gummy bears and a knife!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AINoFKj9xCE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-6734941163181740665?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6734941163181740665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/vlog-marry-night-music-video-review-get.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6734941163181740665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6734941163181740665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/vlog-marry-night-music-video-review-get.html' title='Vlog: Marry the Night music video review.  Get me some gummy bears and a knife!'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AINoFKj9xCE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-5467192639869253937</id><published>2011-12-05T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:18:43.986-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunger Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yes I&apos;m going to see Breaking Dawn'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on Breaking Dawn. Need more humans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Edward is still making ridiculous faces but what happened to Jasper's faces? He really stole the show with those faces in the first movie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bella's wedding dress was nice in the back but I did not like the front.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make out session at the alter is not necessary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think the speeches at the wedding were the best part of the whole movie. Way better than the sex scene. #teamhumans #teamjessica #teamcharlie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poor Jacob I mean seriously. He can cry his wolfie tears in my arms any time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They did a good job making K. Stew look like crap. She was suppose to look like crap so yeah good job.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vampire teeth c-section was kept in the movie which is kind of funny considering how little (as in no) blood they showed in the other movies. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I lost the excitement for these movies after the first one. I've moved on to Hunger Games which is a million times better anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-5467192639869253937?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5467192639869253937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/thoughts-on-breaking-dawn-need-more.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/5467192639869253937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/5467192639869253937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/thoughts-on-breaking-dawn-need-more.html' title='Thoughts on Breaking Dawn. Need more humans.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-1358212841825456398</id><published>2011-12-04T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T11:33:17.225-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='margaritas are my fav'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yes I&apos;m going to see Breaking Dawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what the eff ga ga'/><title type='text'>Bring on the vampires and the margaritas!</title><content type='html'>Today is the day that I finally see the cinematic masterpiece known as Breaking Dawn. I'm going with two of my best ladies &lt;a href="http://btchonheels.com/"&gt;Germana&lt;/a&gt; and my cousin Alexis. Will the vampire human sex scene live up to my expectations? Probably not but who cares. After the movie we'll be partaking in Margaritas. Unlimited chips and salsa. If only there were unlimited margaritas. Scratch that, that would be bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is shaping up to be a fantastic Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Just watched Lady Ga Ga's Marry the Night video. Um I don't really know what the heck goes on in that girls head. And what is up with that accent? It's just weird. No one talks like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-1358212841825456398?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1358212841825456398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/bring-on-vampires-and-margaritas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/1358212841825456398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/1358212841825456398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/bring-on-vampires-and-margaritas.html' title='Bring on the vampires and the margaritas!'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-3706675449652496274</id><published>2011-12-03T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T12:25:08.500-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zelda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a nerd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Legend of Zelda rap. #awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mO1QBTG6EXs" width="540"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty much the best thing ever. Now I want to play The Legend of Zelda! *cries*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-3706675449652496274?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3706675449652496274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/legend-of-zelda-rap-awesome.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/3706675449652496274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/3706675449652496274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/legend-of-zelda-rap-awesome.html' title='Legend of Zelda rap. #awesome'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mO1QBTG6EXs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-5809553416438511493</id><published>2011-12-02T12:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T12:13:26.510-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yes I love New Hampshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Hampshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leeches are gross'/><title type='text'>Where I talk about my love for New Hampshire. True story!</title><content type='html'>You're probably wondering why I'm even writing this post and that's all the more reason to write it. I'm not from New Hampshire but it's quite nice living below the Granite State. New Hampshire is like that relative that you sometimes get sent to when your parents need a break and when you come back you've got fireworks and a sugar high and you talk about all the cool things you got to do that you're not allowed to do at home. It's pretty much awesome but you'd probably lose it if you lived there all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Hampshire's state motto is "Life Free or Die" and if there was an award for the state that most lived up to it's motto New Hampshire would win. Ask any person who grew up in Massachusetts where they went on vacation as a kid and I&amp;nbsp;guarantee&amp;nbsp;New Hampshire will be right up there with Maine and Cape Cod. Kids love it because they can run wild in the woods or go to one of the many ghetto amusement parks. &amp;nbsp;Six Gun City anyone? &amp;nbsp;That place was the shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CqbSo0bEkV8/TtkATVOnpiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/AKBVftFSsUk/s1600/sixguncity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CqbSo0bEkV8/TtkATVOnpiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/AKBVftFSsUk/s320/sixguncity.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note this is not me or my brother because we didn't look half as cool when we took this picture and no one needs to see my bad hair cut and pre-braces Madonna gap. Nice whip kid. Only in NH folks. &lt;a href="http://steveswhitemountainblog.com/channels/regional_localism/topics/white_mountains_new_hampshire"&gt;pic source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while the kids tear it up at ghetto amusement parks and run around in random streams and pick leeches off their bodies (true story and I learned my lesson about playing in unknown streams. That lesson is let your brother go first to check for leeches) the adults do massive amounts of shopping. There is no sales tax in New Hampshire so you buy all you can and haul your tax free purchases back to Massachusetts. This also goes for cartons of cigarettes and booze because they are way cheaper in New Hampshire. Hit up the New Hampshire State liquor store my friends and you will be one happy camper. &amp;nbsp;Oh and don't forget to stock up on fireworks because we all know you aren't getting any of that in Mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things New Hampshire doesn't care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seat belts&lt;br /&gt;helmets&lt;br /&gt;car insurance&lt;br /&gt;strict gun laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey badger don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some states carve faces into the side of their mountains. &amp;nbsp;New Hampshire just had one naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OKhjGnEq5nA/TtkDjnrXAwI/AAAAAAAAATA/APFAyvs5Ir0/s1600/oldmanmountain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OKhjGnEq5nA/TtkDjnrXAwI/AAAAAAAAATA/APFAyvs5Ir0/s320/oldmanmountain.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mutha.com/oldmanmt.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes his face did fall off in 2003 and people set up a memorial because that's how important this was. I have many pictures of me smiling like a big dork with him in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Awesome things I got to do in New Hampshire:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;caught my own fish and ate them (I did not gut them because I was 12 and that grossed me out)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jumped off a water fall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;brought trash to a dump where there was a sign that says "please keep our dump klean"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slid down a natural rock slide&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;picked leeches off my body from unknown stream (as mentioned above)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zip lined&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hit a deer with a tennis ball (not on purpose)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lit off massive amounts of fire works&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seen 3 bears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chased wild bunnies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got attacked by a wasp's nest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hiked mountains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drank from a natural spring&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So New Hampshire is pretty great. I love living in Massachusetts but sometimes it's nice to go to New Hampshire and get a little crazy with the no state sales tax and fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Live Free or Die bitches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-5809553416438511493?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5809553416438511493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/where-i-talk-about-my-love-for-new.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/5809553416438511493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/5809553416438511493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/12/where-i-talk-about-my-love-for-new.html' title='Where I talk about my love for New Hampshire. True story!'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CqbSo0bEkV8/TtkATVOnpiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/AKBVftFSsUk/s72-c/sixguncity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-4727947452782559851</id><published>2011-11-30T10:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:16:29.673-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do not like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the ex files'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cat files'/><title type='text'>Things I do not like: the Christmas music and facebook addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Christmas music:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'm sorry but it's the same songs over and over and over. I hear them once and I've had my fill for the year. There are people that absolutely lose it over Christmas music. "Oh my God I can finally listen to my Christmas music! This is the best day of my life! JINGLE BELLS FOREVER!" &amp;nbsp;Straight line face from me :| when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facebook's new article thingy that I don't know what to call it: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh you trick me facebook. I see a friend has read an article and I'm like "hmmm well that looks interesting I should read that" and facebook is all "if you want to read this you have to have it plastered all over facebook that you've read this. Otherwise all your friends will think you are illiterate and can't read." Well facebook, I'm not sharing. Not everything needs to be known or shared despite what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hippie ex-boyfriends:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Talking with some of my favorite blogger friends the topic of ex-boyfriends came up. &amp;nbsp;More specifically how many of us have dated a hippie. My suggestion is that if you see a dude wearing a bandanna like a headband and he plays the banjo run RUN FAR AND FAST. If you're thinking you must have missed out by not having ever dated a hippie think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The cat's WWF or WCW or whatever the heck you call it, let's go with UFC fights: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My cats like to play and their favorite way to play is to wrestle each other at 6 a.m. &amp;nbsp;They're running back and forth, rolling on the floor, knocking crap over. When I am tired and hungover I can't deal. I yell at them like that will get them to stop "what did I tell you! I told you to cut it out!" Surprisingly they ignore me. This is also their passive aggressive way to wake me up so I'll feed them. I'm the only passive aggressive one allowed in this house cats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not having chips right now:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;I don't think I need to explain this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow It feels good to let the cranky old lady inside of me out every once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-4727947452782559851?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4727947452782559851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-i-do-not-like-christmas-music.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4727947452782559851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4727947452782559851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-i-do-not-like-christmas-music.html' title='Things I do not like: the Christmas music and facebook addition'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-6713756229180923742</id><published>2011-11-28T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T15:28:58.484-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m not actually good at yoga'/><title type='text'>I am not good at yoga in case I had you fooled</title><content type='html'>So I think I may have given you guys the wrong impression. I am not good at yoga. Not even a little. I have the flexibility of a stick. In fact it just took me three tries to spell flexibility. Wasn't there an a in that word somewhere? My downward dog should be re-named what the fuck is that. I can't even say I "practice yoga" it's more like I attempt to practice and my body and mind are like "practice something else like eating or sleeping". I hear you loud and clear body and mind. Do shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to do ten minutes of yoga a day. That's all I can handle for now. I'm afraid to go to class because I feel like I'm whatever level comes before beginner. It's like when I use to take swimming lessons and the first level was rock. Everyone laughed at the rock group. When you think about it that's a pretty horrible name for a swim level. Like you're so bad you're going to sink and die like a rock. I am at the rock level in yoga and it would be great if I could even move up to a pollywog or a guppy. Just for the record I was never a rock in swimming because I was and still am a beast in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can get ten minutes in without a cat interrupting our without me being distracted by something I call that a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start a yoga class called "rock level yoga." &amp;nbsp;This is where you set up your mat and then fall to the ground and don't move, much like a rock. &amp;nbsp;That will be $50.00 please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-6713756229180923742?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6713756229180923742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-not-good-at-yoga-in-case-i-had-you.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6713756229180923742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6713756229180923742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-not-good-at-yoga-in-case-i-had-you.html' title='I am not good at yoga in case I had you fooled'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-4498470352869990579</id><published>2011-11-28T10:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T10:39:47.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Binx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self cleaning kitty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cat files'/><title type='text'>How to get your cat to give himself a bath in the tub</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Lwx1Sjc-_FE/TtOoE16ZYFI/AAAAAAAAASw/OCZgQ97RknU/s640/blogger-image--341567317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Lwx1Sjc-_FE/TtOoE16ZYFI/AAAAAAAAASw/OCZgQ97RknU/s400/blogger-image--341567317.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mr. Binx comes into the bathroom the second I run the water for the shower. He sits and waits for me to finish and the second I turn the water off he meows and jumps into the tub. After a few minutes of tub licking comes bath time in the tub. It's really quite&amp;nbsp;convenient&amp;nbsp;when your cat does his own bath time and cleans your tub for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-4498470352869990579?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4498470352869990579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-to-get-your-cat-to-give-himself.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4498470352869990579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4498470352869990579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-to-get-your-cat-to-give-himself.html' title='How to get your cat to give himself a bath in the tub'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Lwx1Sjc-_FE/TtOoE16ZYFI/AAAAAAAAASw/OCZgQ97RknU/s72-c/blogger-image--341567317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-480756412918269206</id><published>2011-11-28T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T07:35:23.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating healthy'/><title type='text'>I was a lazy mofo this weekend</title><content type='html'>I have not left the house since Friday night. I really took lazy to a whole new level. I watched massive amounts of Netflix and took many naps. It was pretty awesome. Now It's back to work which is going to be rough after 4 days away. But it's going to be in the 60s today! High five to my fellow New Englanders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bust out of sloth mode I woke up early and did a little but of yoga. I made my lunch to bring to work. Bring it on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Tara Stiles' yoga videos, which is what I used this morning. I also like her &lt;a href="http://tarastileseats.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;. Gets me motivated to not be so lazy about exercising and eating better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-480756412918269206?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/480756412918269206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-was-lazy-mofo-this-weekend.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/480756412918269206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/480756412918269206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-was-lazy-mofo-this-weekend.html' title='I was a lazy mofo this weekend'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-8029672187141992004</id><published>2011-11-25T10:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T11:00:26.474-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debt'/><title type='text'>My notice to credit card companies</title><content type='html'>Dear credit card companies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done being a slave to you. You don't care about me you just care about how much money I'm going to give you. You are sneaky bastards. You hide behind complicated contracts so the consumer has no idea what they are actually signing up for. You hike interest rates for no reason. I'm looking at you Macys card. I always pay on time and you raised my interest rate for no reason. When I asked why you told me that everyone's interest rate went up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit there and lie. You claim that it is important to do the best you can for your customer. It's quite insulting that you even pretend you care. You give politicians money so they won't pass laws that hurt your chances of screwing over the consumer. Why would a politician look out for our best interest when we are not funding their campaign for re-election? It's disgusting how much banks are tied up in our politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is me, telling you I'm done. We're done! Here's how I plan to finally be DONE with you: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government is not going to put credit card companies and banks in their place but you can do something about it. Pay off your credit cards. I'm going to have to tighten my belt if I want to get this done but I know I can do it. I don't want to be giving banks my money. I want all that money I pay in interest to go into my bank account. It may take me a few years and I'm going to have to make sacrifices but to be free from debt will feel so amazing. Then I'm going to use my cash back card and pay off my balance every month (I'm doing this with one card right now) so the bank will be paying me to use their card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never use Bank of America. If you can, use a local bank. You'll be helping local businesses and helping to end the tight grip these huge banks have on our society. &lt;a href="http://moveyourmoneyproject.org/"&gt;Learn more here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working hard on setting up an emergency fund. This is one reason why I got into credit card debt. I would have a big car repair bill and I would charge it because I didn't have the money in savings. No more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a movement is starting. People are tired of being a slave to banks and credit cards. The government is not going to help us but we can help ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-8029672187141992004?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/8029672187141992004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-notice-to-credit-card-companies.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/8029672187141992004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/8029672187141992004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-notice-to-credit-card-companies.html' title='My notice to credit card companies'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-1658510375765083115</id><published>2011-11-25T10:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T10:42:00.735-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and I actually have insurance'/><title type='text'>Sixty dollars and this doesn't taste like ice cream and raindbows</title><content type='html'>I never really updated about my awesome nighttime wheezing. Well I went to the doctor and she was pretty much like "enjoy those allergies". That's not a direct quote but pretty much I have allergies and they are killing me right now. This is nothing new. She said that she could prescribe me some cough medicine but I declined telling her that I could just get some over the counter medicine. The coughing wasn't too bad and as much as I wanted that potent prescription cough medicine I didn't want to spend the money. I did take her up on the offer of an inhaler though as I would like to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to me in the ghetto Allston Rite Aid. "This better not be some $50.00 prescription." I thought. The nice pharmacist rings me up. "$60.00 please." I'm sure I made a face. Don't I have insurance? What the hell! I would rather have paid $60.00 for the cough syrup. At least that makes you all loopy and knocks you out. This inhaler tastes gross and I have to rinse my mouth out after. My doctor told me to do this. Um why do I have to rinse my mouth out after? And if it's to help with the bad after taste can you please make a medicine that costs $60.00 &lt;i&gt;with&lt;/i&gt; health insurance taste like bubble gum or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ran for president that would be my platform. "If you pay $60.00 for a medicine it will taste like ice cream and rainbows!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-1658510375765083115?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1658510375765083115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/sixty-dollars-and-this-doesnt-taste.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/1658510375765083115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/1658510375765083115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/sixty-dollars-and-this-doesnt-taste.html' title='Sixty dollars and this doesn&apos;t taste like ice cream and raindbows'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-381306697149784530</id><published>2011-11-24T10:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T10:31:41.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I&apos;m thankful for'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Things I'm thankful for: 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My boyfriend (I know barf barf barf but it's true)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bosco and Mr. Binx.&amp;nbsp; I love my fur babies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The internet. Duh, it's pretty awesome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;French fries. Pretty much my fav food ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My blog readers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;As you can see I have a lot to be thankful for. I'll be driving up to New Hampshire today to stuff my face with my family. Apparently I'm bringing the squash? What a weird thing to be asked to bring. I normally drink some wine and bake a cheese cake the night before Thanksgiving but I think my aunt is making cheese cake. So instead I relaxed and watched &lt;i&gt;Howl's moving castle&lt;/i&gt; (loved this movie) and went to bed early last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to make the squash. Happy Thanksgiving readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-381306697149784530?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/381306697149784530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-im-thankful-for-2011.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/381306697149784530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/381306697149784530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-im-thankful-for-2011.html' title='Things I&apos;m thankful for: 2011'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-5242046457525326</id><published>2011-11-23T07:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T07:49:39.320-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Derrik Sweeney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><title type='text'>There's an ocean between us but I'm here thinking of you</title><content type='html'>Right now a friend of mine is hurting half way around the world and there's nothing I can do about it but send her e-mails of support. I wish I could do more. I wish I was in France right now and could sit with her and give her a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweeneysays.com/"&gt;Nicole's&lt;/a&gt; brother was arrested in Cairo for joining the protesters along with two other American college students. Nicole is an ocean away from her family and has been giving non stop interviews to help get her brother sent home. This could be my brother - or your brother. I wish I could help. I wish her brother could know how many people are thinking of him and praying for his safe return. I don't normally pray, but I'm praying now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sending my love across the ocean. I'm sending thoughts and prayers to you and your family. Just know that even though we are all spread out across the states and other parts of the world, your friends are an e-mail away if you need us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-5242046457525326?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/5242046457525326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/theres-ocean-between-us-but-im-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/5242046457525326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/5242046457525326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/theres-ocean-between-us-but-im-here.html' title='There&apos;s an ocean between us but I&apos;m here thinking of you'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-2792649294765860772</id><published>2011-11-22T07:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T09:47:41.629-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheezy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what the heck'/><title type='text'>Just call me wheezy</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 5 a.m. short of breath and coughing.&amp;nbsp; Breathe in &lt;i&gt;wheeeezzeeee&lt;/i&gt;, breathe out &lt;i&gt;wheeeezzeeee&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't fall back asleep.&amp;nbsp; It was a horrible feeling.&amp;nbsp; No matter what I did I could not get enough air.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't going to pass out or anything but it was very uncomfortable.&amp;nbsp; I don't have asthma, as far as I know.&amp;nbsp; I turned to good old Dr. Internet to find out what could possibly be wrong.&amp;nbsp; It's either bronchitis brought on by allergies or a side effect of GERD.&amp;nbsp; I took an ibuprofen, a zantac and more allergy medicine.&amp;nbsp; After about an hour I was breathing normally enough that I could fall back asleep for about a half hour before I had to wake up for work.&amp;nbsp; I'm feeling better but not 100%.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm going to call my doctor and get this checked out. My co-workers are freaking me out saying it could be asthma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ginny Wheezy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-2792649294765860772?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2792649294765860772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-call-me-wheezy.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2792649294765860772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2792649294765860772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-call-me-wheezy.html' title='Just call me wheezy'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-7341463792121702082</id><published>2011-11-21T20:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:45:15.214-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cat files'/><title type='text'>Ok you da boss cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-skUe0uJKSko/Tsr9QHCXytI/AAAAAAAAASo/f58SBFuwc0Y/s640/blogger-image-51824165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-skUe0uJKSko/Tsr9QHCXytI/AAAAAAAAASo/f58SBFuwc0Y/s640/blogger-image-51824165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"This is &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; carrier and &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; litter."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-7341463792121702082?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7341463792121702082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/ok-you-da-boss-cat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/7341463792121702082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/7341463792121702082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/ok-you-da-boss-cat.html' title='Ok you da boss cat'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-skUe0uJKSko/Tsr9QHCXytI/AAAAAAAAASo/f58SBFuwc0Y/s72-c/blogger-image-51824165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-4483268305197617131</id><published>2011-11-21T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T08:27:00.894-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating healthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but I love mozzarella sticks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short work week'/><title type='text'>Enough of this crap</title><content type='html'>Alright, enough of this crap.  That's what I've been eating lately - crap.  Mozzarella sticks at 3 a.m.?  Delicious at the time, gross afterwards.  I've packed myself a pretty healthy lunch and healthy snacks for work today.  I'm so grossed out by unhealthy food right now that I'm actually craving veggies and salad.  As long as I don't smell french fries I think I'll be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5 days of work and then it's time to stuff my face with my family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-4483268305197617131?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4483268305197617131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/enough-of-this-crap.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4483268305197617131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4483268305197617131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/enough-of-this-crap.html' title='Enough of this crap'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-6453634977265523890</id><published>2011-11-20T20:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T20:53:41.839-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blackout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breathe Carolina'/><title type='text'>#myjam Breathe Carolina - Blackout</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h2S3RvIHwGs" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am crushing this song so hard right now.  I will dance to this until my feet give out and then I will lay on the ground and roll around because I just can't stop. Dramatic?&amp;nbsp; Maybe but I just love this song.&amp;nbsp; It's safe to say that I think this is my favorite song of 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-6453634977265523890?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/6453634977265523890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/myjam-breathe-carolina-blackout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6453634977265523890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/6453634977265523890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/myjam-breathe-carolina-blackout.html' title='#myjam Breathe Carolina - Blackout'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/h2S3RvIHwGs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-2370901067313142667</id><published>2011-11-17T14:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T14:25:06.740-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting my hair did'/><title type='text'>Chop chop the hair is gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vkiquYz_x6s/TsVaE8ccwII/AAAAAAAAASI/7M_UdZ3F6kw/s640/blogger-image--711101580.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vkiquYz_x6s/TsVaE8ccwII/AAAAAAAAASI/7M_UdZ3F6kw/s400/blogger-image--711101580.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-FI9jvAsRa4Q/TsVaADWbBEI/AAAAAAAAASA/QTvXNPwsYFs/s640/blogger-image--794673460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-FI9jvAsRa4Q/TsVaADWbBEI/AAAAAAAAASA/QTvXNPwsYFs/s400/blogger-image--794673460.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I walked into the hair salon and said "chop it off". I'm happy with the way it came out. Thank you Liz from Back Bay Hair Design! Now if I could only learn how to give myself a killer blow out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. Enjoy my old lady pj's in the first picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-2370901067313142667?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2370901067313142667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/chop-chop-hair-is-gone.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2370901067313142667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2370901067313142667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/chop-chop-hair-is-gone.html' title='Chop chop the hair is gone'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vkiquYz_x6s/TsVaE8ccwII/AAAAAAAAASI/7M_UdZ3F6kw/s72-c/blogger-image--711101580.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-4241354167102519385</id><published>2011-11-17T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T09:00:16.780-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting my hair did'/><title type='text'>Getting my hair did</title><content type='html'>If you spoke to me yesterday and I was acting kind of funny, yeah sorry about that. When Ginny is tired she does strange things. Stranger than my normal strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer + no dinner = Ginny making mini white pizza at 1 a.m.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't just eat some crackers or make some toast?&amp;nbsp; I woke up to ripped cardboard and black olives on my kitchen counter.&amp;nbsp; I suddenly remembered that I pretty much performed an entire No Doubt concert for the cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my hair cut today.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait!&amp;nbsp; My hair is just way too long and now I think I'm going to bob it.&amp;nbsp; I haven't had short hair in a while.&amp;nbsp; I told Dave I was going to get a short lesbian like hair cut; perhaps inspired by Justin Bieber. "Well, just go to a good hair dresser. With your hair type you could pull it off." It was very nice that he was trying to be supportive. I hope he wasn't to disappointed when I told him I was joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures after I get my hair did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-4241354167102519385?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4241354167102519385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/getting-my-hair-did.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4241354167102519385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4241354167102519385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/getting-my-hair-did.html' title='Getting my hair did'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-7614583371069953884</id><published>2011-11-16T14:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T15:06:18.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angelina Jolie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what have you done Brad'/><title type='text'>Remember when we all liked Angelina Jolie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUJVFzfHCIk/TsQT9N5SheI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BPG9dnJDTr4/s1600/angelina+jolie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUJVFzfHCIk/TsQT9N5SheI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BPG9dnJDTr4/s320/angelina+jolie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we all liked Angelina Jolie? &amp;nbsp;Back when she was fun and crazy and wearing blood around her neck. &amp;nbsp;Back when she weighed more than 90 lbs. &amp;nbsp;Now she's busy not eating and collecting children. &amp;nbsp;What have you done Brad! &amp;nbsp;What have you done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I recently watched Girl Interrupted?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-7614583371069953884?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/7614583371069953884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/remember-when-we-all-liked-angelina.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/7614583371069953884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/7614583371069953884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/remember-when-we-all-liked-angelina.html' title='Remember when we all liked Angelina Jolie'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUJVFzfHCIk/TsQT9N5SheI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BPG9dnJDTr4/s72-c/angelina+jolie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-4557194613282722724</id><published>2011-11-16T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T09:23:27.609-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being raised Catholic'/><title type='text'>Don't barf on the priest.  My first confession.</title><content type='html'>"I've always wanted to go to confession." &amp;nbsp;Dave admitted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You've never been to confession?!" I asked, clearly surprised by this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Nope, I'm Protestant. &amp;nbsp;What's it like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a Catholic girl I have lost track of how many times I've had to go to confession. &amp;nbsp;When you're a child apparently you have a lot of sins to confess to. &amp;nbsp;Nothing a few prayers can't fix. &amp;nbsp;The first time you go to confession is right before your First Communion. &amp;nbsp;I was seven years old and terrified. &amp;nbsp;We all stood in line waiting to go into the box where we would confess our poor little hearts out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it was my turn I thought I would be sick. &amp;nbsp;I was that nervous. &amp;nbsp;I think this is why I remember my first confession so well. &amp;nbsp;I did not want to barf on the priest. &amp;nbsp;Surely God would be very mad if I barfed on a priest. We are given the choice of having the screen between us or confessing face to face. &amp;nbsp;I decided to face him head on. &amp;nbsp;No screen! &amp;nbsp;I thought hiding my face would make me seem more guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bless me father for I have sinned."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Go on child. &amp;nbsp;Tell me what you have done. &amp;nbsp;God will forgive you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, sometimes I'm not nice to my litter brother. &amp;nbsp;I should try to be nice to him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Go on..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"And I yelled at my mom and felt bad. &amp;nbsp;She put me in time out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Go on..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I continued to spill my little seven year old heart out. &amp;nbsp;Everything I'd ever done wrong. From doing poorly on a spelling test to sneaking cookies before dinner. &amp;nbsp;I was as bad as they came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The lord forgives you my child. &amp;nbsp;In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit, amen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thank you father."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The relief I felt when I was done was overwhelming. I made it and I didn't barf on the priest! &amp;nbsp;And God totally forgives me for sneaking cookies before dinner. What a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny thing is, my mother was raised Protestant but converted to marry my father. My brother and I were raised Catholic (this is Boston after all) but I'm interested in learning more about the Protestant religion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found pictures online of the church I went to as a child where all of this took place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQZfZsXX9dU/TsKOPznJ4mI/AAAAAAAAARo/_2n0VQUZ8ik/s1600/St._Mary%2527s_Roman_Catholic_Church%252C_Waltham_MA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQZfZsXX9dU/TsKOPznJ4mI/AAAAAAAAARo/_2n0VQUZ8ik/s400/St._Mary%2527s_Roman_Catholic_Church%252C_Waltham_MA.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wtW3kk4iZAM/TsKOWcGmvxI/AAAAAAAAARw/QG2YsW52UV0/s1600/saintmarys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wtW3kk4iZAM/TsKOWcGmvxI/AAAAAAAAARw/QG2YsW52UV0/s400/saintmarys.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.masterworkpainting.com/portfolio/saint_marys_church_interior_restoration"&gt;photo credit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over in the right corner is where terrified seven year old Ginny had her first confession. Catholic churches are beautiful but a little intimidating when you're a kid. &amp;nbsp;The church was built in 1858. &amp;nbsp;Old but beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're lucky I'll ask my mom to dig out my First Communion photo. &amp;nbsp;That photo is a real treat. &amp;nbsp;All I'll say is I loved crimped hair. &amp;nbsp;It was 1992!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-4557194613282722724?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/4557194613282722724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-barf-on-priest-my-first-confession.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4557194613282722724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/4557194613282722724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-barf-on-priest-my-first-confession.html' title='Don&apos;t barf on the priest.  My first confession.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sQZfZsXX9dU/TsKOPznJ4mI/AAAAAAAAARo/_2n0VQUZ8ik/s72-c/St._Mary%2527s_Roman_Catholic_Church%252C_Waltham_MA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-247732106603371542</id><published>2011-11-15T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:00:21.682-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why I blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='identity not so crisis'/><title type='text'>Identity not so crisis</title><content type='html'>I just noticed that I reached 50 followers! Thanks for reading guys! I've been having a blog identity crisis lately so it's nice to know that people read this thing. I feel like I don't really have a specific blogging "style". One day I feel like posting about movies or books, the next I write rambling thoughts. Kind of disjointed but the whole reason I started this blog was to document my life and just write. That is what I'm doing. I'm way over thinking this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for reading, commenting and subscribing. I love blogging and don't plan on stopping any time soon.&amp;nbsp; Lucky you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything you'd like to see more of on this little blog of mine let me know.&amp;nbsp; I'm curious to know what the people like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-247732106603371542?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/247732106603371542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/identity-not-so-crisis.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/247732106603371542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/247732106603371542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/identity-not-so-crisis.html' title='Identity not so crisis'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-1175451964290596339</id><published>2011-11-15T07:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T07:46:03.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yes I read all the time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston'/><title type='text'>My commute</title><content type='html'>My morning commute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk outside just as the T rumbles by.&amp;nbsp; I always miss the first train.&amp;nbsp; Not to worry, another train will be along in five minutes.&amp;nbsp; I find my usual seat, crack open my book and zone out for thirty minutes.&amp;nbsp; Not a bad way to start the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My commute home is a completely different beast.&amp;nbsp; There's no relaxing book reading, just pushing and shoving and annoyance.&amp;nbsp; My solution to this is to take a different train that has fewer stops.&amp;nbsp; I don't mind the little walk if I get off the train faster.&amp;nbsp; Only took me a year to figure this out.&amp;nbsp; I still feel like I stumbled upon some amazing secret.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-1175451964290596339?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/1175451964290596339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-commute.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/1175451964290596339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/1175451964290596339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-commute.html' title='My commute'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-3925684444602728622</id><published>2011-11-14T10:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T10:41:24.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team peeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunger Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m going to pee my pants'/><title type='text'>Hunger Games trailer.  I'm going to pee my pants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p-5ANq4sAL0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even handle this trailer. I have watched it about 5 times already and I'm nowhere near sick of watching it. I love everything about it. The color contrast between District 12 and the capital is perfect. &amp;nbsp;District 12 is all washed out, dreary and gray while the Capital is bright, shiny and colorful. Really gives you the feeling of how bleak life in District 12 is. Effie looks spot on. Poor Peeta's face when Effie motions for him to come on stage after his name is called. Katniss looking frantic right before she goes up into the arena. And the last scene when the games&amp;nbsp;officially&amp;nbsp;start! I almost died. I can't remember the last time I was this excited over a trailer! Is it March yet for the love of God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-3925684444602728622?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/3925684444602728622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/hunger-games-trailer-im-going-to-pee-my.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/3925684444602728622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/3925684444602728622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/hunger-games-trailer-im-going-to-pee-my.html' title='Hunger Games trailer.  I&apos;m going to pee my pants.'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/p-5ANq4sAL0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374657125988353434.post-2595014419173525617</id><published>2011-11-13T18:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T18:47:52.082-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I will eat the whole bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white chocolate Reese&apos;s'/><title type='text'>My fav candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am addicted to white chocolate Reese's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sSVvh87XVos/TsBVhC1V-xI/AAAAAAAAARg/Pbzg7EM66fA/s640/blogger-image--66191977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sSVvh87XVos/TsBVhC1V-xI/AAAAAAAAARg/Pbzg7EM66fA/s400/blogger-image--66191977.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably eat the whole bag myself.&amp;nbsp; I put them in the freezer and eat 2-3 a day.&amp;nbsp; I need to take a candy break after this bag before I give myself diabetes.&amp;nbsp; I just get excited when I find them because they are hard to find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374657125988353434-2595014419173525617?l=ginnyissassy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/feeds/2595014419173525617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-fav-candy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2595014419173525617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374657125988353434/posts/default/2595014419173525617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginnyissassy.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-fav-candy.html' title='My fav candy'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04214697532713323728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6JoMSpyRD4/Tef0DQeiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9eBsB6bMkzg/s220/vegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sSVvh87XVos/TsBVhC1V-xI/AAAAAAAAARg/Pbzg7EM66fA/s72-c/blogger-image--66191977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
