<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:54:29.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FunkyKiwiFruit</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey, I'm Married!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-109182345566735815</id><published>2004-08-06T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T16:17:35.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exactly.  End of.  You still owe me $40, ASSFACE.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/109182345566735815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/109182345566735815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109182345566735815' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-109179731364219762</id><published>2004-08-06T07:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T09:01:53.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wasn't going to respond to the Ranch comments, but I have an hour to kill before I can go to bed.  Eric, you are an ass.  You were an ass.  You will most likely always be an ass.  Most of the people with whom you have come into contact agree.  I am in no way, shape, or form a perfect person (who is?).  All I'm saying is that you are a particularly nasty, grody assface. A quote from Rancho </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/109179731364219762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/109179731364219762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109179731364219762' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-109111883036879205</id><published>2004-07-29T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T12:33:50.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you ever notice how some people are the biggest asses in the world, but they think that they're the greatest and that everybody loves them?  They also think that they're the most generous, supportive people out there.   Assfaces.  You know who you are, you just don't want to admit it.  In other news, today is a beautiful day!  It is NOT raining! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/109111883036879205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/109111883036879205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111883036879205' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-109044207068162291</id><published>2004-07-21T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T16:34:30.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ed is now home.  He's limping around on crutches.  He and Nelson are a matching pair!  I've been speaking with Cleveland Clinic of Naples FL.  Is there a move in my future? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/109044207068162291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/109044207068162291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109044207068162291' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-10902382694890490</id><published>2004-07-19T07:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T07:57:49.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big Ern called Mom's house yesterday so I'm assuming that he's semi-alright.  Ed should be getting home either today or tomorrow.  (Basically after he learns to use his crutches.  That should be interesting.)  Many phone calls to make today.  Business as usual. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/10902382694890490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/10902382694890490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#10902382694890490' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-109018243981555958</id><published>2004-07-18T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T16:27:19.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As heard on 93.1's morning radio show, Jonathon &amp; Mary (regarding the latest Mary Kate &amp; Ashley thing):  "Too skinny, open the pie hole.  Too fat, close the pie hole."  Good advice.  Yes, Ed is in Altoona Hospital following his and Big Ern's meeting with a metal light pole and a tree.  He's in room #1116.  He has a broken leg and some cuts on his face, but he's going to be fine.  Big Ern has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/109018243981555958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/109018243981555958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109018243981555958' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-108992069019073750</id><published>2004-07-15T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T15:44:50.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Try the new Yahoo Messenger, it's way fun!  There are good links on the bottom for music, weather, etc.  The best part is that you can make an avatar to display as your image.  I like avatars.Tonight, going to Curwensville Days.  Gotta check out the fiddling contest.  It's actually pretty good.The weather is poopy here.  It's cold and cloudy.  Naples is 92 and partly cloudy right now.  It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/108992069019073750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/108992069019073750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108992069019073750' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-108932204618887095</id><published>2004-07-08T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T17:27:26.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joey and I were married on June 19, 2004.  The ceremony took place on Keewaydin Island, Naples, FL.  The sun was bright, the waters blue, it was a beautiful setting.  The beach was full of seashells, perfect for my passion of collecting shells and sea critters!  The only bad part:  The mangroves.  The mosquitos which live in the mangroves.  Yuck.  However, DEET was made for this purpose.We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/108932204618887095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/108932204618887095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108932204618887095' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-108318307288698563</id><published>2004-04-28T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T16:14:18.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have no time to work on my blog....  Maybe after Joey and I find a place to move into and once we get settled I'll update with more frequency.An elopement is definitely in the works...  No stress, less money, and a lot more fun!  There will be pics posted eventually, just like all the other pics that I'll put up eventually..  Lol  It'll get done!I've just been working, working out, eating </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/108318307288698563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/108318307288698563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108318307288698563' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-108145950326410474</id><published>2004-04-08T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T17:27:48.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MAJOR BIG ANNOUNCEMENT/UPDATE:I'M ENGAGED!!  Joey popped the question on April 6th and of course, I accepted.  The ring is beautiful, he designed it himself for me.   : )  : )  : )In other news, keep an eye out for a new format for this page.  I just need to find the time to work with my computer....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/108145950326410474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/108145950326410474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108145950326410474' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107936281135692805</id><published>2004-03-15T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T10:02:32.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back at Mom's house after my weekend living with Joey.  Lol, that's how it's been lately.  I live at home during the week and at Joey's on the weekends or when I don't have to work.  I'm eating Trefoils, Girl Scout Cookies.  Yum!  Not good for my eating habits though!I've taken it upon myself to study Catholicism.  It's very interesting.  Also interesting is the fact that theology and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107936281135692805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107936281135692805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107936281135692805' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107901326745954030</id><published>2004-03-11T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T08:56:44.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm getting ragged on for not updating my blog.. Boo hoo.  Anyway, I do have an agenda and this blog just doesn't make the cut.  Lol  Oh well.  Here's the update:  Still seeing Joey, still in love, still going out and doing things and not staying home with my friggin' computer!  : )Apartment hunting...  Why must I find all of the ghetto places??  The place that I'm looking at tomorrow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107901326745954030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107901326745954030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107901326745954030' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107719805004828983</id><published>2004-02-19T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T08:42:45.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am I gushing? You'd better believe it.  At this point my life is great and I have a really positive attitude about everything!  : )The only thing that I'm even remotely negative about right now is not having enough time in my day.  I tried to stop sleeping, but that isn't working out so well.  Lol.  I need more time to label my digi pics for my alblum on my pc.  I'm going to try to make a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107719805004828983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107719805004828983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107719805004828983' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107710985499456213</id><published>2004-02-18T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T08:12:50.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, all!  Joey and I returned from our Nashville, TN excursion early Monday morning, as in 5 in the AM.  It was a really good time!  We visited the Country Music Hall of Fame where I got to see the really old outfits that people like Hank Sr. wore, as well as the track suit that belonged to Conway Twitty.. very interesting indeed.  We also got to see Elvis' gold car which had the first car phone</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107710985499456213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107710985499456213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107710985499456213' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107636764435674772</id><published>2004-02-09T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T18:02:30.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We've been hanging at the truckstop lately, sipping coffee, people watching.  It's absolutely amazing, the diversity of people that wander in there.  I love it. Joey and I are spending Valentine's in Nashville.  Seeing as how Joey was actually a performer down there, I expect to have a pretty good time down at the honky tonks.  Lol!  In Dec. I was going to Pittsburgh to check out hardcore bands</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107636764435674772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107636764435674772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107636764435674772' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107533086544798200</id><published>2004-01-28T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T18:02:39.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just wanted to give a Happy Birthday shout-out to two of my favorite people in the whole wide world:  Happy Birthday Aunt Peg and Happy Birthday Joey!!  : )  On another note, I am responding to a recent 6 page long e-mail that I received.  It's just taking awhile 'cause I don't have enough time to sit down and put my thoughts on paper, or on the computer as the case may be.  Be patient, a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107533086544798200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107533086544798200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107533086544798200' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107515775625320132</id><published>2004-01-26T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T17:57:27.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, yes.  Once again I've elicited a response from a blog entry that I wrote.  Good, good.  It's good to know that I still have an effect on the world.  Lol, yeah.Seriously, I don't mean to offend anybody or hurt anybody's feelings.  I just like to joke around a lot, and the offending entry was only meant as a joke (Hence the Ohhh yeah and Lol parts)...Anyway, it's nice to have finally found </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107515775625320132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107515775625320132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107515775625320132' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107488111079365830</id><published>2004-01-23T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T13:06:40.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't updated in forever!  I guess I should do that.   I just haven't been home in awhile, hehe.Joey has the key to my chastity belt and he uses it on a regular basis.  Ohhh yeah.   LolRabid zebra.Palm trees.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107488111079365830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107488111079365830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107488111079365830' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107400538562422132</id><published>2004-01-13T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T09:51:04.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gray skies make me sad.  I don't like waking up when it's gray outside day after day.I was going to post something deep and insightful up here, but I don't remember what I was going to say.  Lol</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107400538562422132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107400538562422132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107400538562422132' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107385166132548519</id><published>2004-01-11T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T15:08:58.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hahaha!  I think I'm just another emo bitch!  Do I dress like I'm emo?  Yeah.  Do I like emo music?  Yeah.  Hmm....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107385166132548519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107385166132548519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107385166132548519' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107363070561093480</id><published>2004-01-09T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T01:46:20.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another day, another dollar.  So they say...  I'm sure glad it's Thursday.  I think I'll go out after work tomorrow.  I need a drink, or two, or three.  Honestly, work hasn't been that bad this week.  Of course, it's my turn to be the phlebotomy person tomorrow, so we'll see what my attitude is like tomorrow evening, lol.Why am I still awake at 1:43 AM?  I don't really know.  I was watching a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107363070561093480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107363070561093480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107363070561093480' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107334236968806354</id><published>2004-01-05T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T17:40:40.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First of all, let me just say that I am not intentionally trying to offend anybody with my blog.  However, these are my opinions and if they do offend, I'm sure that you'll get over it.I had the pleasure of talking with Erin (Eric's internet girlfriend) this morning.  She seems nice enough, but she's only 17.  Eric is 26.  I know it's none of my business, but isn't there something disturbing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107334236968806354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107334236968806354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107334236968806354' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107317904001257648</id><published>2004-01-03T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T20:18:29.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a new year!  I need a new calendar!Went to Stillbornfest on Tuesday.   It ROCKED!  I was still sick, but I think all of the bass knocked out the rest of my sinus infection.  I got to meet Freddy Madball, Vinnie Stigma from the legendary Agnostic Front, and of course, Jamey Hatebreed.  It was a really good show with almost all of the greatest hardcore bands there.  Strickland and Frankie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107317904001257648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107317904001257648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107317904001257648' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107259543058584325</id><published>2003-12-28T02:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T02:11:33.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sitting at home on a Saturday night due to the flu.  This is no fun!  Of course this would be the weekend when everybody wanted me to go out AND there were actually things to do this weekend!  I probably gave the flu to all of J's family, Joey, and J himself.  Misery loves company!  I get to work by myself again tomorrow night.  Hopefully I'm over this by then.  I can't be sleeping my entire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107259543058584325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107259543058584325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107259543058584325' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107230773148873843</id><published>2003-12-24T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T18:16:31.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There seems to be an online tiff between Eric and J-Birdz, only J hasn't brought his opinions online.  He prefers to display them in person, face-to-face.  I know Eric, and Eric likes to find the right buttons to push on people.  Once he finds the things that strike a nerve, he'll continue to push those buttons.  However, Eric doesn't know J that well.  Is it wise to make somebody that you don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107230773148873843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107230773148873843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107230773148873843' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107184855225454841</id><published>2003-12-19T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T10:43:26.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahh, I get a day off of work today.  However, I have to work Sat. and Sun.  At least it's 2nd shift so I can still go out Sat. night if I want.I've been thinking of moving to a warmer climate... Somewhere with palm trees, white sand, and turquoise waters.  A place where the breeze is always warm and the stars always bright.Of course, snow can be romantic too.  Think horseback riding with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107184855225454841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107184855225454841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107184855225454841' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107163917985493438</id><published>2003-12-17T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T00:33:51.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eric and Chris are in Altoona camping out for LOTR tickets.  Actually, by now, they should be inside the warmth of the movie theater enjoying the show.  It actually sounded like fun, camping out.  The last time I camped out for anything was for Kiss tickets when Erin, John and I went to see them at the BJC.  I remember it being sort of cold out then, kind of like it was today.  It was worth it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107163917985493438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107163917985493438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107163917985493438' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107109536866470135</id><published>2003-12-10T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T17:30:14.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was notified that I need to update my blog, so here it is:I woke up today feeling like I needed a couple more hours of sleep.  You've gotta love that.  I also woke up sore from working out.  Add to the fact that I haven't had my tea yet, and you get one cranky Erina.I have to work Fri., which means that I'm going to miss seeing Grinder at Pokey's.  Great.I sound pretty cranky today, so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107109536866470135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107109536866470135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107109536866470135' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-10706927655390480</id><published>2003-12-06T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T01:40:06.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For anybody that can interpret dreams:I wake up, only to find that the person waking me up is Eric.  Also, I'm not in my room, I'm in somebody's apartment and I feel like I'm on some kind of drugs.  Ed is there, and so is Jason, and some other random people that I don't know.  I remember there being a big aquarium and a couple of sofas.  I am irate that I somehow fell asleep in my room and woke</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/10706927655390480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/10706927655390480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#10706927655390480' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107066475324191839</id><published>2003-12-05T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T17:53:14.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm on antibiotics, joy!  It snowed today.  It's going to snow tonight.  It's going to snow in multiple inches.  My weekend is pretty much shot, how about yours?   Hopefully I'll be able to get out and about tomorrow night.  I have to work next Fri. night, so I have to make the most of my weekend.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107066475324191839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107066475324191839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107066475324191839' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107031795989123675</id><published>2003-12-01T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T17:33:16.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's blustery and cold outside and I have a recurrent sinus infection.  Welcome to December in Pennsylvania.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107031795989123675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107031795989123675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107031795989123675' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-107023501237805608</id><published>2003-11-30T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T18:30:48.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been 5 days since I last posted an entry, so I figured it was about that time again.  Thanksgiving was good.  Just immediate family plus J were here.  Therefore I didn't have to deal with anybody or anything that I don't already routinely deal with.  Ed got a new truck over the weekend.  I believe it's a 2000 F-150.  That's a step up from the Ranger that he trashed.  Let's hope that he can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107023501237805608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/107023501237805608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107023501237805608' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106976585609086799</id><published>2003-11-25T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T08:11:26.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm lying in bed on Sat. night/Sun. morning and I hear this knock on the door.  "Help.  Help me."  I reluctantly roll out of bed and crack the door.  It's my brother.  "Can you take Dave home?"  "Why, what happened?"  "I hit two deer on the way home."  Not one, but two deer.  One half an hour apart from the other.  The truck's headlights are gone, grill is missing, radiator is bent, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106976585609086799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106976585609086799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106976585609086799' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106950854483953931</id><published>2003-11-22T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T08:42:52.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, everybody!  I just bought my ticket to Stillborn Fest at Club Laga in Pittsburgh.  What's Stillborn Fest?  Only the biggest and best hardcore fest this year!  It's a great way to spend New Year's Eve-Eve.   The link to your right will clue you in with more info.Went to Altoona last night.  We had a good time as usual!  Picked up the rest of my stuff that I left in the Metro when I traded </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106950854483953931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106950854483953931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106950854483953931' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106885243300301</id><published>2003-11-14T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T18:27:32.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi, all!  I thought I would try regular aerobics as compared to beginner's aerobics last night.  I was sweating like a pig.  However, I did feel good about myself because now I know that I can keep up with the "experienced" people!What's going on this weekend?  A lot, actually.  Grinder is playing at Pokey's tonight.  My people at work have told me that Pokey's is a dive, so it sounds like that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106885243300301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106885243300301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106885243300301' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106851955540249055</id><published>2003-11-10T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T21:59:12.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, if ya'll could do me a favor...  Does anybody out there know anything about Roanoke, VA?  I need to know what it's like to drive there, what there is to do, etc.  Send some info my way, wouldja?  Thanks!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106851955540249055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106851955540249055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851955540249055' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106843024216683397</id><published>2003-11-09T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T21:10:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi!  Another wildly exciting weekend is over and it's time to get back to work.  Friday we went for wings at Mary's, like usual.  They supposedly have karaoke there every Fri., but nobody was there while we were eating.  We stayed 'til about 10, then moved on.  Wal-Mart was a happening place to be, so I got some actual shopping done before we went to Pete &amp; Mel's for Roadkill.  There was a pretty</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106843024216683397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106843024216683397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106843024216683397' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-10680389298680328</id><published>2003-11-05T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T08:28:48.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi, All!  Happy birthday to Eric, if he actually reads my blog!  : )   A pack of Camel and a 40 is coming your way... that is if you don't include me with not wanting to associate with humanity and all that.  Of course, I guess he'll associate with people on Sat., seeing as how that's party day.  Anyway, I understand the "I don't want to deal with people" attitude...  lol.I was thinking of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/10680389298680328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/10680389298680328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10680389298680328' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106795486729880714</id><published>2003-11-04T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T09:07:45.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is like flip-flop paint on an AMC Pacer.  One minute you love it, the next it changes colors right before your eyes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106795486729880714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106795486729880714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106795486729880714' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106786703738797306</id><published>2003-11-03T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T08:43:55.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These are some of the best tips for daily living that you will ever find!  Check them out, NOW!  : )http://retrocrush.com/archive2003/charts/index.html</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106786703738797306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106786703738797306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106786703738797306' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106786566996460660</id><published>2003-11-03T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T08:21:08.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I bought a pomegranate at Wal-Mart last night.  Now if I could only figure out how to eat it!  I guess that's what the internet is for!And now my moment of emo:Hope glimmers gold on the surface, aware of the threatening undercurrent flowing just below.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106786566996460660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106786566996460660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106786566996460660' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106777861625359505</id><published>2003-11-02T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T08:10:15.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Halloween has come and gone for yet another year.  I had a blast this year though!  We partied with Grinder at the Leather and Lace and I have the pics to prove it!  I need to get my ancient film developed though, I never did buy that digi cam.  However, I did install my scanner on my new PC, so there will be pics eventually, like before Christmas!  : )  After we got bored with the L&amp;L we went to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106777861625359505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106777861625359505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106777861625359505' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106752004014543034</id><published>2003-10-30T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T08:20:30.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been awhile since I've last posted.  I don't really have a good excuse, I've just been busy with other things, I guess.  I'm going to Dubois tonight, again.  It seems to be an almost weekly event now...  This weekend is Halloween!  Yea!  Dress up and come on out to the Leather and Lace in Glen Richey for Grinder on Fri. night.  It'll be a good time, I promise! : )  Grinder is always a party!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106752004014543034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106752004014543034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106752004014543034' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106716745213230326</id><published>2003-10-26T06:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T06:24:11.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check this out, it's funnier than hell!  http://www.foxsearchlight.com/lab/s..._farmsluts.htmlJust so you know, it's about a dude who loses his job.  It's not kinky animal porn!In other news, I bought a NeW CaR yesterday!!!  Wanna see what it is?  Here's a link.  It's the same color and everything, LX package.  http://www.suzukiauto.com/sr_04/aerio_sedan/index_flash.php</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106716745213230326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106716745213230326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106716745213230326' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106656760528055259</id><published>2003-10-19T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T08:46:44.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found this quote on Yahoo Personals.  I really liked it, so I'm posting it here.  It's by somebody named Jay in Hollidaysburg, PA."Allow me to hold you in my arms embrace, and wrap my wings around your body so that I may shield you from the wrath of the world, and reign down judgment on those who dare to harm you...as I shall be your guardian if you will be my savior." ~Jay~ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106656760528055259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106656760528055259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106656760528055259' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106656270120265760</id><published>2003-10-19T07:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T07:25:00.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I actually got to go out this weekend and I even had a good time.  Friday J and I went to State College.  We kind of roamed about N. Atherton, ate at the Red Lobster, went to Mike's Movies and Music, etc.  It was better than sitting at home, actually it was pretty fun.  I got 2 new CD's:  Bad Religion's latest with the song "Sorrow" on it and the soundtrack to 3000 Miles to Graceland.  That movie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106656270120265760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106656270120265760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106656270120265760' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106634154781052580</id><published>2003-10-16T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T17:59:07.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it OK to be bored with your life?  Do others feel that they do the exact same thing day in and day out?  What can be done to change this?  Am I depressed again?Seasonal Affective Disorder, or something more...  I think I have SAD symptoms.http://www.familydoctor.org/handouts/267.html</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106634154781052580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106634154781052580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106634154781052580' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106616785140641137</id><published>2003-10-14T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T17:44:10.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looks like another beautiful day in PA.  I guess I'll go to the gym!The rain is bad for the firefighters at the magnesium truck fire on the Turnpike.  Rain doesn't put out magnesium fires, instead it accelerates them.  That's a neat fact I learned in freshman chemistry at Pitt.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106616785140641137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106616785140641137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106616785140641137' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106609374539828170</id><published>2003-10-13T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T21:09:05.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I joined a gym!  No longer will I wake up, eat, get on the computer, go to work, and sleep.  Now I have something else to do!  : )</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106609374539828170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106609374539828170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106609374539828170' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106587148404999013</id><published>2003-10-11T07:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T07:24:43.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know you're overly emotional when the movie "Pokemon Forever" makes you choke up.  Ugh, I'm an emotional freak.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106587148404999013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106587148404999013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106587148404999013' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106573931586839286</id><published>2003-10-09T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T18:41:55.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crisp nocturnal Autumn air.Silver moonlight dancing on the water.These things remind me of John.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106573931586839286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106573931586839286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106573931586839286' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106547912836541787</id><published>2003-10-06T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T18:25:28.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi!  Wanna know what I did last weekend?  I drove around with J looking for something to do, and then we went home and watched movies.  It seems like everywhere we went was a bust.  The House Band, now renamed Serious Jones was at the Wildwood, but when they bust out into songs that were popular before you were born, it's hard to get excited about being there.  However, they are very good at what</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106547912836541787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106547912836541787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106547912836541787' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106513670762684221</id><published>2003-10-02T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T19:18:27.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, I guess I should post my contact info in case you don't know.  E-mail me at calicokat_2@yahoo.com or IM me via Yahoo Messenger, my name is obviously calicokat_2.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106513670762684221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106513670762684221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106513670762684221' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106513663371739310</id><published>2003-10-02T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T19:17:13.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Attention all of you hardcore fans out there:  There's gonna be a show tomorrow night, Fri. Oct. 3rd, in Pinecroft.  I don't know exactly where, but how big is Pinecroft??  I'm sure you can find it.  In case you don't know where Pinecroft is, it's a little before Altoona if you take I-99 or Old Route 220.  Forever Means Goodbye is playing, as well as Carl's band, but I can never remember the name</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106513663371739310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106513663371739310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106513663371739310' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106487657651310117</id><published>2003-09-29T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T19:02:56.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi, all!  I'm finally adjusted to 3rd!  Good for me!Did you ever notice how much it sucks when something that you've wanted and worked so hard to get just isn't what you expected?  And then you lose that something.  And then you want it back just for the sole reason that you worked so hard for it.  And then you ask yourself, do I really want it back?  And then you remember the reason why you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106487657651310117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106487657651310117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106487657651310117' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106444634343114608</id><published>2003-09-24T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T19:32:23.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, I can finally stay awake past my "bedtime"!  How exciting!Do you know how expensive it is to join the YMCA?  And how about trying to find a cheap swimsuit in Sept., in the right size...  That's pretty hard to do.I'm so freakin' bored.  My head is going to explode.  I know it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106444634343114608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106444634343114608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106444634343114608' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106413295148836405</id><published>2003-09-21T04:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T04:29:11.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 4:18AM, what am I doing awake?  I'm "training" for 3rd shift.  I start on Monday.  Hope there's a decent workload to keep me amused.  Everybody knows that if I'm not being amused I fall asleep.We went to Jackson's tonight.  What a scene.  There were more mullets than I could count.  Winburne, what a town.There's a really bad vampire movie on TV right now.  I think it's called Fright </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106413295148836405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106413295148836405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106413295148836405' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106383651836147537</id><published>2003-09-17T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T18:08:38.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a cold.  I think J gave it to me, but everybody says that it's going around.  I love Nyquil!I'm getting ready for the big transfer to 3rd shift.  Beginning Monday, that will be my shift for probably like the next 20 years.Writing in my blog is starting to feel like a chore, like I have to do it.  Isn't this supposed to be fun or something?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106383651836147537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106383651836147537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106383651836147537' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106337992887943222</id><published>2003-09-12T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T11:18:48.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was Sept. 11.  Quiet remembrance is the way to go.  Leave what's past in the past and think of ways to move on and protect the future from such events.I discovered Limewire for Windows!  I don't know how smart it is to post that, seeing as how the Record Industry is trying to squash the little people.  However, I've also discovered Indie rock.  Now I know why Kris likes it.I missed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106337992887943222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106337992887943222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106337992887943222' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106311722422821502</id><published>2003-09-09T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T10:20:24.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I started working 2nd shift last night.  It's actually not that bad, it's more laid back than 1st shift.  Another bonus:  not having to wake up at 5AM.  I'm only on 2nd for a week though, then it's back to daylight for a week, and then it's 3rd shift, probably for many years to come.We went and picked up the new truck yesterday.  While there I took the liberty of looking at a Mazda 6.  It's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106311722422821502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106311722422821502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106311722422821502' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106279782528516239</id><published>2003-09-05T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T17:37:05.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi!  I guess I should update my blog since it's been a couple of days.  I'm waiting for my brother to get done showering, and then I have the privelege of being the one to shower after him.  Great.Dad brought home a new truck yesterday.  I guess he bought it today and goes to pick it up on Monday.  It's a strawberry red colored Mazda extended cab with 6 cylinders.  It's pretty nice, but bigger </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106279782528516239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106279782528516239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106279782528516239' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106253762710972035</id><published>2003-09-02T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T17:20:27.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Labor Day weekend has come and gone, and what an excuse to drink!  On Friday night Kris from Boston was in town, so we went to Mary's for some grub and people watching.  From there we went to the Days Inn where we met Ed and T. Bell.  Dancing is fun!  After that we went to the truck stop for some more food, post-bar breakfast buffet!  (French toast for me!)  Sat. we went to State College to hang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106253762710972035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106253762710972035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106253762710972035' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106219223215731130</id><published>2003-08-29T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T17:23:52.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I watched the John Miller Program last night.  I'm pretty sure that I'm bad luck.  As of late everything I get involved with takes nasty twists or just doesn't go as well as planned.  For example, the JMP was at least 15 minutes late getting on the air, their phone system  was down, the host of the show nearly had a coronary because he was so frustrated, etc.  This went on for the first hour of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106219223215731130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106219223215731130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106219223215731130' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106203481555102434</id><published>2003-08-27T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T21:40:15.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ugh, busy day.  My day started at 5AM.  It took 15 minutes and some trickery for me to get Shadrach the greyhound to go out to pee before I left for work.  I got to work at 7AM, and from 7 til 3:30PM it was nonstop lab work.  I got home from work and finally got to take a nap until about 5:30.  Then I ate, went to check on Shadrach again, and found that his owners had returned home and that my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106203481555102434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106203481555102434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106203481555102434' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106193367818351808</id><published>2003-08-26T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T17:34:38.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My day started off with a bang at 3AM.  We had severe weather roll through our part of the world.  Loud thunder, wicked lightning, sheets of rain, it was the kind of storm where you curl up with your boyfriend and let him protect you.What's goin' on today?  I'm dogsitting!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106193367818351808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106193367818351808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106193367818351808' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106175854719288100</id><published>2003-08-24T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T16:55:47.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Talked to my friend Erin O. yesterday.  According to her, you're not cheating on your boyfriend if you kiss or make out with another boy.  However, there cannot be any touching of "sacred" parts ("sacred" parts is a direct quote from Erin) and there can't be any sex.  Lol, this is why I love Erin!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106175854719288100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106175854719288100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106175854719288100' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106165012361699201</id><published>2003-08-23T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T10:48:43.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah, I almost forgot to publish last night's dream.  Some kid was breaking into my car, so I chased them down.  Somehow we both ended up in my car at the end of the street.  The kid was driving, and we started to go back towards my house in reverse.  The car had no brakes though, and it just kept going backwards until it crashed down over the hill, flipping end over end, until it lodged in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106165012361699201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106165012361699201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106165012361699201' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106164988038172829</id><published>2003-08-23T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T10:44:40.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I sat outside with my morning tea today.  It was beautiful outside!  Nice summer mornings lead to great summer days which ultimately lead to wonderful summer nights!  Stop reading this blog and go outside right now!  Enjoy the weather, we don't have many nice days left in central PA!There's a new link to your left.  Go to emode, take some quizzes.  They're fun, although a little stupid.  How </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106164988038172829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106164988038172829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106164988038172829' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106164974425356738</id><published>2003-08-23T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T10:42:24.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106164974425356738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106164974425356738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106164974425356738' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106142748308786065</id><published>2003-08-20T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T20:58:03.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi, all!  Haven't updated in a few, so I figured I'd better type something tonight.  I had to be at work at 6AM this morning, so I'm kind of sleep deprived.  Gotta go in again at 6AM tomorrow too, so by Fri.  I'll be a little loopy.  Anyway, just letting ya'll know I'm still alive.  I'm off to surf the net and find an affordable jacuzzi room somewhere!  : )</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106142748308786065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106142748308786065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106142748308786065' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106125124214672631</id><published>2003-08-18T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T20:00:42.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a weekend...  It started Friday night when we went to Mary's Place for the 5 cent wings.  Like usual, J &amp; I got the hot ranch and California wings, beer for him and Mt. Dew for me.  Then Aubrie and Dave showed up.  Aubrie ordered a Long Island Iced Tea, and I just had to have an Alabama Slammer. After enjoying our alcoholic beverages, we rode in Dave's Jeep (without the top on, now I want a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106125124214672631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106125124214672631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106125124214672631' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106089805314822165</id><published>2003-08-14T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T17:58:43.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MAJOR power outage in the Northeast...  My question is, is this due to too many air conditioners, or is it terrorism?  The sense of anxiety and fear is in the air again.  New Yorkers are walking from Manhatten, reminiscent of September 11th.  I don't like it.  The problem is too widespread for me to accept that it is a simple power overload.  If overload is indeed the problem, then let's hope </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106089805314822165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106089805314822165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106089805314822165' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106082398283762326</id><published>2003-08-13T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T21:24:24.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How about that internet worm, MSBlast or W32/LovSan?  Lucky I have a Mac, although I did just put a Sony Vaio on layaway.  Perhaps I should rethink my purchase, or maybe install Linux on it instead of the standard Windows XP.  I guess I could find the website for the patch now, write down the addy, and make that my first stop online when I get my new machine up and running.  Or I could just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106082398283762326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106082398283762326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106082398283762326' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106072857046263137</id><published>2003-08-12T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T18:49:30.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tired, again.  I got home from work tonight and crashed out in my room for an hour.  I think there's something wrong with me.  Maybe I should get my blood tested.  I work in a lab, it would take 5 minutes to get blood drawn and another 20 to run the associated tests on it.  Maybe if I just keep taking my vitamins, which I've neglected to do lately, I wouldn't get this tired.Today is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106072857046263137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106072857046263137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106072857046263137' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106064544821197523</id><published>2003-08-11T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T19:45:24.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the weird dream category... J and I were standing on a country lane looking at a small field with woods behind it.  Suddenly, a flock of wild turkeys appeared out of the woods.  From the left came some llamas, and one little one had rabies.  I had it pinned down to the ground when I woke up.  Does anybody have any suggestions as to what this dream may mean?Rain, rain go away!  Come back when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106064544821197523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106064544821197523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106064544821197523' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646799.post-106003954060356560</id><published>2003-08-04T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T19:25:40.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is my first entry in my brand new blog.  This is all new to me, so as I think of things to add I'll update.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106003954060356560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646799/posts/default/106003954060356560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinnamongirl1.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106003954060356560' title=''/><author><name>Erina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01929109613515552855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
