<?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-6728250</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:59:16.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indistinct Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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>219</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-3008855486804041225</id><published>2007-11-29T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T09:03:51.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 12</title><content type='html'>Today was our last day in Disney.  We went to Epcot and then spent the rest of the day at the magic kingdom.  We redid some of my favorite rides, like Pirates and the Haunted Mansion.  And we did a few we hadn't ever done before, like It's a Small World (we will never do that one again).  It was kinda sad leaving Disney last night knowing I won't be going back for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are starting our drive back.  Yuck... back in the car again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-3008855486804041225?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3008855486804041225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=3008855486804041225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/3008855486804041225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/3008855486804041225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-12_29.html' title='day 12'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-4037472708541597599</id><published>2007-11-28T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T08:36:22.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 12</title><content type='html'>We drove back to Orlando.  On the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 7 hour ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butt hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-4037472708541597599?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4037472708541597599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=4037472708541597599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/4037472708541597599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/4037472708541597599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-12.html' title='day 12'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-7010301680434601970</id><published>2007-11-28T02:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T02:54:22.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 11</title><content type='html'>Emily's Toybox rocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, last night was great.  They didn't do their regular playlist and they didn't really do any of their songs.  But it was still awesome.  The bar was pretty cool too.  No cover charge which is always nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was way better than yesterday.  We once again slept in and didn't really leave the house until about noon.  We took the bike into Key West, parked it on the main drag and walked through some shops that I had seen yesterday and wanted to buy things at.  After we were done shopping we went to find whatever else we could find.  We went through a pirate museum, which was cool.  They had lots of real pirate stuff, like an actual flag from the Jolly Roger and some items recovered from Blackbeard's ship.  There was also a gift shop where I got a book about Anne Bonnie one of the few female pirates.  We also went to a Wreckers Museum.  This museum was another part of the Key's history.  After the war of 1812 the islands were used as a port for the US.  And because of the weather and coral reefs there were a lot of ship wrecks.  The people who went out to save the ships and cargo were called wreckers.  The museum we walked through had a lot of artifacts recovered from on of the most famous wrecks (of which I can't remember the name of the ship).  It was quite funny to see G's name listed as one of the wreckers who worked that particular wreck.  There was also a look out from the top of the museum which you could climb.  At the top you could look out over the entire area and see the whole island.  It was very cool.  And of course I forgot my camera.  G took some pics with his phone, so we shall see how those turn out.&lt;br /&gt;After the museum we met Wade the drummer for ETB for dinner.  He took us to an unbelievably good restaurant where he had eaten many times before.  He made a few recommendations to me, one of which was grouper stuffed with crab.  YUM!  We all sat and talked for a while.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we came back to the room to rest up before going out to see ETB again.  Once again the boy's were great.  It was a little more crowded tonight, crowded with drunks and crazy people.  It was definitely fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to sleep, we have an 8 hour drive tomorrow to get back to Orlando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-7010301680434601970?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7010301680434601970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=7010301680434601970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/7010301680434601970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/7010301680434601970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-11.html' title='day 11'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-8307300211831397257</id><published>2007-11-26T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:09:33.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 10</title><content type='html'>We finally did that sleeping in thing I've been wanting to do... kind of... we slept till 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up, walked around some of the shops of Key West and then took a glass bottom boat out to a coral bed to see some fish.  It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked around a bit, and then went down to the shore to go into the ocean and walk along the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't like any beach I have been on.  There were no waves.  At least not like the kind I love.  The water was like standing in a lake.  It was weird.  That and I went out pretty far and it still only came up to my waste.  Down (actually up from here) in Ocean City, if I had walked out that far the water would have been over my head.  And of course after I was in the water G's Uncle noticed a sign recommending people stay out of the water because of the red tide (bacteria in the water).  Luckily I never put my head under the water, but I was still the first one in the shower when we got back to the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are just counting down the hours to Emily's Toybox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-8307300211831397257?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8307300211831397257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=8307300211831397257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/8307300211831397257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/8307300211831397257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-10.html' title='day 10'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-1531740224302557814</id><published>2007-11-25T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:09:55.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 9</title><content type='html'>Drive, drive drive drive drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another full day of driving.  At least this time we were on the motorcycle.  We got up this morning, packed up the bikes (and the minivan) and headed down to the keys.  We left around 9am and got here around 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm glad I live in PA.  Florida's roads are so boring.  They don't even have any curves.  I swear if you stand at G's Aunt and Uncle's place and look south, you could see the Keys.  That's how straight and flat route 1 is.  But we are here now.  We're staying in a mobile home just outside of Key West.  There are two bedrooms, and a living room and three nights here were cheaper than one bedroom for one night in Key West.  A 20 minute drive is worth saving hundreds of dollars.&lt;br /&gt;We went out to get something to eat and took a short drive through Key West.  Lots of bars, lots of people and lots of stores.  Unfortunately it was dark, so I couldn't see the beach.  But I did see lots of the ocean on the drive over so I can wait to see the beach until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow G and I will do more walking.  I'm sure he can't wait.  And I want to walk on the beach tomorrow too.  Then tomorrow night we will be at Sloppy Joe's seeing ETB.  Can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-1531740224302557814?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1531740224302557814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=1531740224302557814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/1531740224302557814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/1531740224302557814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-9.html' title='day 9'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-2976891814279418647</id><published>2007-11-24T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:51:48.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 8</title><content type='html'>Today was supposed to be a sleep in - take it easy day.  We weren't going to do anything.  We both woke up at 7:30 without an alarm.  My vacation and I don't think I've slept past 8:30 the whole time.  Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Since we were up so early and since the sun was shining, we decided to go Disney.  We had two days left and instead of cramming them all in at the last moment we used a day today.  We went to the Magic Kingdom and spend the day roaming.  This was the first time we were at any of the parks on a weekend and boy was it really crowded compared to during the week.  We finally saw some of those hour wait lines you always hear about.  So instead of waiting we wandered around looking at things and hopping into any line that was around 20 minutes.  We went on a few things that we hadn't done before, but we did do Pirates of the Caribbean again, along with the Haunted Mansion and Space Mountain.  We also visited our favorite from last time, the Tiki room.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a few more gifts and another t-shirt for G.  So far I have most of my x-mas shopping done.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are getting up early to go to the Keys.  8 hours on the motorcycle here we come.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off for a shower and to pack for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-2976891814279418647?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2976891814279418647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=2976891814279418647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/2976891814279418647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/2976891814279418647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-8.html' title='day 8'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-4356468380072913888</id><published>2007-11-23T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:49:10.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 7</title><content type='html'>Today was shopping day.  The boys went to the car show and the girls went shopping.  I didn't get much, a few things for people for x-mas.  I got a shirt for myself and one for G and a couple of pins.&lt;br /&gt;Then we drove out to the middle of nowhere for karaoke that didn't last long.  Then I rode the bike home with G.  I am really glad I bought chaps.  Don't know how I rode in the cold without them.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what we are doing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Going to bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-4356468380072913888?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4356468380072913888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=4356468380072913888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/4356468380072913888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/4356468380072913888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-7.html' title='day 7'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-3033855690577842299</id><published>2007-11-22T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:38:04.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 6</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;My turkey day was spent at Universal Studios theme park.  It was day number 2 there and I don't have much to say about it.  I guess G said it best: It was worth doing once, but we don't have to do it again.  I guess we have been spoiled by Disney.  Everything at Disney is just better.  The place is cleaner, the people are nicer, there is more detail in everything around you, and there is more stuff to look at.  The food was cheaper at Universal though.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, we did the Jaws ride, the Mummy ride, the Shrek ride, the T2 ride.&lt;br /&gt;I did however get some good pics of myself and of G... well one pic of G.  I'm shocked he let me take it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's another early night tonight.  The boys will be going to the car show tomorrow and the ladies wil be doing some shopping.  Hopefully with Grannie's discount at the Disney stores.  Woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-3033855690577842299?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3033855690577842299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=3033855690577842299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/3033855690577842299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/3033855690577842299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-6.html' title='day 6'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-4394014913142327391</id><published>2007-11-21T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:01:48.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 5</title><content type='html'>Today we went to Universal Studios.   Can't say I was very impressed.  Even with the Jurassic Park ride.  It was cool, but the whole park just didn't compare to Disney.  It didn't seem to have as much detail.  It was almost like Cedar Point in Ohio, but a little more dressed up.  The Spiderman ride was pretty cool and we did a whole lot of rollercoasters.  Actually the rollercoasters were pretty cool.  Usually my head bounces off of the things that are supposed to protect you from moving too much and I usually get a headache.  This time I didn't.  My balance was messed up for most of the day though.   We also did a water ride, because G wanted to.  And of course out of 8 people on the same float as G and I, G was the only person who barely got wet.  The rest of us were soaked.  I was soaked.  I was not happy.  My pants never did completely dry out.  No more water rides for me.&lt;br /&gt;We are going back to the other Universal Park tomorrow.  I'm not sure but I think I'm getting theme parked out.  Tomorrow will be the last day this week for the parks.  Next week we still have two more days of Disney.  I think if we come back two years from now, I might not get so many days of Disney.  Either that or we'll just skip Universal.&lt;br /&gt;G'night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-4394014913142327391?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4394014913142327391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=4394014913142327391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/4394014913142327391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/4394014913142327391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-5.html' title='day 5'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-4481830715613503023</id><published>2007-11-20T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:06:14.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 4</title><content type='html'>Got up early again.  7:40  The alarm went off at 7 but I turned it off.  Oops.  Oh well, we still made it to MGM right around the time it opened.  We started off by doing the Rock n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;, getting my stomach and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;balance&lt;/span&gt; off to a good start.  (I get dizzy getting off of an elevator).  We then moved to tower of terror... I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that one.   My butt left the seat but I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  I've done those before so I knew what was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt;.  We then did the Indiana Jones stunt spectacular and some other things we hadn't done two years ago.  We saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fantasmic&lt;/span&gt; again and we walked around their Holiday Lights - millions of x-mas lights covering fake houses with x-mas music playing in the background and fake snow falling on our heads.  It was neat though.  They made the lights dance along with some songs, one of which was a Trans Siberian Orchestra song.  Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;We got home kinda early and are going to go to bed early so we can get up early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;again tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;.  G has already told me this is not a vacation because we are doing too much.  Ah well.  It's not like we get to go to Florida every day.&lt;br /&gt;We got home and G parked on a fire ant hill.  Now I have lovely bumps on my toes from them biting me.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided next time I want to bring some friends along.  I love going places alone with G, we have a great time.  But I keep thinking how much fun some of our friends would have if they could come along.  It would be great if we could take two vacations each year, one for just G and I and one for us and our friends.&lt;br /&gt;All right, going to go shower and go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-4481830715613503023?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4481830715613503023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=4481830715613503023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/4481830715613503023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/4481830715613503023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-4.html' title='day 4'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-4025008744952504830</id><published>2007-11-19T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T08:17:45.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 3</title><content type='html'>Today we went to Walt Disney World.  We started in the Animal Kingdom because G wanted to ride the Mount Everest ride that wasn't quite ready for the public the last time we were down here.  It was fun, a good rollercoaster.  After that we went around and did some of the rides we were on the last time we were here.  We went on safari, saw lots of animals.&lt;br /&gt;We also did a bit of shopping.  I am now a Disney pin collector.  In every park they have tons of pins with all the characters from their movies.  You get the pins and a lariat for around your neck and you can trade pins with anyone.  A lot of the employees walk around with pins all over themselves just so the visitors can trade with them.  I haven't traded any yet.  I just bought a whole bunch that I wanted and a few of the cheaper ones to trade.&lt;br /&gt;Near the end of the afternoon we saw the parade at Animal Kingdom.  After that we headed over to the Magic Kingdom.  We went on Pirates of the Caribbean and the Haunted Mansion.  We saw the parade and the fireworks and also did a few rides that were weren't on last time around.&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'm off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-4025008744952504830?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4025008744952504830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=4025008744952504830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/4025008744952504830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/4025008744952504830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-3.html' title='day 3'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-4303156314061899764</id><published>2007-11-18T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T08:08:35.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation</title><content type='html'>First day of vacation:&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 2am and hop into the truck.  After many naps, each motorcycle almost falling off the trailer, many bathroom breaks and 19 hours of driving, we arrived in Florida... and went immediately to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7am, yes I woke up that early on the first day of my vacation.  We didn't do much, unloaded the bikes and then G and I went for a ride to find food.  On the way a bald eagle flew over us and I'm taking that as a good sign that the vacation will be good.  After eating we went for a ride down rt 50.  It reminded me of 7th street, except with palm trees.  We then came back to the house to try to find something to do.  After checking the net, we decided to go to a pirate mini golf place.  But of course we couldn't take the route listed on yahoo maps... no we had to try to find it the back way.  Well after two hours of driving around we decided to head back home without mini golfing. We then went to a fish fry at the neighbors.  We had catfish and alligator.  The alligator was chewy but good.  After eating we headed over to a hole in the wall bar to sing Karaoke.  We sang many songs.  After getting home we then went looking for alligators in the back pond.  As Steve Irwin would have said we "had to look for the eye shine"  and we did.  I saw quite a few and was able to get close enough to see one's entire head.  Now I'm off for a shower and then off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-4303156314061899764?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4303156314061899764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=4303156314061899764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/4303156314061899764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/4303156314061899764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/11/vacation.html' title='vacation'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-1038664406428791228</id><published>2007-05-29T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:28:48.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>school girls and pipe burns</title><content type='html'>Friday night was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt; at the local bar.  This has come a somewhat bi-weekly tradition for myself and some friends.  Well three of us girls decided to "dress up".  We wore little plaid skirts and white tops and yes we were going for the school girl look.  So sue us.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  But we had a great time.  Dressing up just made it easier to act like a goofball and boy did we ever.  (I feel the need to remind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; that I do not drink).  There are some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;incriminating&lt;/span&gt; pictures that came out of the night.  I doubt anyone will ever see them.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and Sunday were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spent&lt;/span&gt; in Ocean City MD.  We had a great time.  The water was freezing but I loved it.  The boy and I walked the boardwalk and did some tourist shops, and I got my shot glasses.  On Sunday we rented scooters and that is how I ended up with a 3rd degree burn on my leg.  From the pipes on a scooter.  3 years of riding motorcycles and I get a burn from a scooter.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was a really great weekend condensed into 2 paragraphs... but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-1038664406428791228?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1038664406428791228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=1038664406428791228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/1038664406428791228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/1038664406428791228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/05/school-girls-and-pipe-burns.html' title='school girls and pipe burns'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-6894970326561883913</id><published>2007-05-21T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:18:34.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Son of a Beach</title><content type='html'>We went for a really long drive on Saturday. We woke up at noon and decided to drive to Delaware. Why Delaware you ask? Why not? I have never been there and I since it wasn't that far away... about 2 hours we decided to go. So the boy and I piled into the jeep and went for a ride. The bike is in the shop getting a new front fork seal :( in case you were wondering. It was a nice ride down, but the rain was chasing us. We got to Delaware and decided there wasn't much there. Just a whole lot of water. So I decided we needed to go to the beach. So we went looking for the beach. We didn't find much, but we ended up so far south, the boy suggested taking the ferry up to New Jersey and going home that way. But while looking at the map I saw that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rihoboth&lt;/span&gt; Beach wasn't that far away from where you got the ferry.&lt;br /&gt;When we found the beach we were hungry so we ate at Gus &amp; Gus Place and then walked the boardwalk. I was finally able to walk along the beach as well... one of my favorite things to do. I just love watching the water. If it had been just a little warmer I might have jumped in... but it was freezing. &lt;br /&gt;And of course I had to buy a box of salt water taffy.  I believe it is actually required.&lt;br /&gt;After a little while we left the beach and decided to try getting the ferry.  We were too late.  We missed it.  But we decided to go to Jersey anyway because our guys from Emily's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Toybox&lt;/span&gt; were playing there.  Needless to say the guys were surprised to see us.&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; Yoga to see some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bellydancers&lt;/span&gt; shake their stuff.  It was awesome, and I got to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hipnosis&lt;/span&gt; dance.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Watching&lt;/span&gt; them almost makes we willing to drive to Philly once a week to take classes.  Almost.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-6894970326561883913?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6894970326561883913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=6894970326561883913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/6894970326561883913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/6894970326561883913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/05/son-of-beach.html' title='Son of a Beach'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-8285585683900785831</id><published>2007-05-15T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:48:19.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>You are born into a family, and if your lucky, it's a half decent one.  And most of the time you know they love you, but in your head you think "well yea, they love me but they're supposed to, they're my family".&lt;br /&gt;But as you grow up you meet hundred's of people.  Some of those people become friends, lovers, people you think you can trust.&lt;br /&gt;I never really had many of those kind of people in my life.  I never fit in.  I wasn't interested in clothing, makeup or girly enough to fit in with the girls.  I was too small and too sick to fit in with the boys.  No one cared enough to see me for what I was.  I always tried and tried to trust people, bring them into my life, but some how it would always backfire and I would end up hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But then one day I got really lucky, and I met this girl who was just like me.  Someone who "got me" and loved me for who I was.&lt;br /&gt;As time went along, I had the same problem with boys... they just didn't get me.  I wasn't girly enought for them and I was too strong for them.&lt;br /&gt;But then one day I got lucky, and I met this boy who got me.  He liked me because I was strong, he liked that I wasn't girly.  And amazingly enough he loved my body the way it was.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I believe in happy endings.  To quote Smendric "there are no happy endings, because nothing ever ends".  I still get hurt by people.  But everytime someone hurts me or betrays my trust, I can at least be thankful that I have two such wonderful people in my life.  People who don't judge me, who aren't ashamed of me.  People who love me for me.  And I love them too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-8285585683900785831?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8285585683900785831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=8285585683900785831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/8285585683900785831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/8285585683900785831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-5724955691242766442</id><published>2007-05-14T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:35:43.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>land of confusion</title><content type='html'>Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;I have rearranged my schedule to take another bellydance class and now I'm kinda wondering... why.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  I joined a "troop" who are actually four other women that I have become friends with over the past months.  All of which have about 2 years worth of dancing over me.  I agreed to join because I was having fun in my class and since I liked these women I thought it would be cool and fun, especially after watching them work on their group performance.  The song they had picked was a modern pop song and was fun.  So they had decided to do another pop song which was fine by me.  But now one member is questioning how if she will appear professional if she continues to do more modern music.  She stated that she wants to perform alone at the "serious" shows and she'll do the group performance for local shows.  She didn't say it exactly like that but I know that it's what she is thinking because she and I had a conversation about how her latest teacher felt about bellydancing to "modern" music.  This teacher told her that she doesn't even bother watching people who don't perform to traditional music.  Now I'm not sure why this irks me so much, except maybe that I watched how hard these other woman worked on a group performance and I thought everyone was excited about doing a group thing.  I'm not sure how far I want to take this if it is just going to be me.  I mean, I've spent a lot of money on this already and I'm wondering if it will work out in the end or just be another hobby that falls to the wayside.  I suppose there are other troops I could join if this doesn't work out, but still it irks me.  Mostly because I almost feel like she's saying she's too good to be with the rest of us at something so serious.  I guess it also bothers me that she would let someone else's opinion, or fear of someones opinion, change what it seems like she had thought.  People who let other peoples opinion influence or change what their opinion once was really bother me.  I guess I should just go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-5724955691242766442?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5724955691242766442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=5724955691242766442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/5724955691242766442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/5724955691242766442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/05/land-of-confusion.html' title='land of confusion'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-7891673324923955629</id><published>2007-05-08T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T21:35:09.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Quote:&lt;/em&gt; Why should I sail with any of you?  Four of you have tried to kill me in the past.  One of you succeeded.  - Jack Sparrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonus Quote:&lt;/em&gt; Did no one come to save me just because they missed me? - Jack Sparrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend actually started on Friday.  I took the day off to take a bellydance class at &lt;a href="http://www.rakkasah.com/spring/"&gt;Rakkasah's Spring Caravan&lt;/a&gt; .  The class I took was Urban Tribal Slinky and Smooth with &lt;a href="http://www.urbantribaldance.com/"&gt;Heather Stants&lt;/a&gt; from Urban Tribal in California.  It was a very cool class, although a little advanced for me.  I was told by the friends I went with that I did really well, but I felt overwhelmed.  Although from what I hear that is the way almost everyone feels who takes a class at Rakkasah.  The class was in New Jersey so I actually had to get up earlier for this class than I normally do for work.  Then an hour and a half ride to NJ to get there 45 minutes early.  The class was about 3 hours long with a good half hour of yoga in the beginning to stretch everyone out.  It didn't seem to hurt while doing it, but the next day my stomach and arms were sore.  I got home around 5 and almost immediately went to a goodbye party for the interns that worked with us this year.  Right after that the boy and I went to the bar to hang out with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I was up early again to drive about an hour to go to a mall outside of Philly with they boy and my brother.  Had a lot of fun, but I can only take so much shopping so I was glad to get home  Saturday night was spent watching a kind of lame movie called Mercy.  The only reason I got the movie was because it had Peta Wilson in it.  Like I said, it wasn't that great.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  The boy and I took the long way to NJ (3 hours) to go see my teacher and my friend perform at Rakkasah.  They were both great.  There were also a lot of vendors at Rakkasah and I spent a little too much money but I got harem pants a black top and a very cool necklace.&lt;br /&gt;Last night the boy and I went to see the movie "Next" with Nick Cage.  It was pretty decent.  I like most Nick Cage movies, at least the ones that aren't serious.  Like Con Air or Gone in 60 Seconds.&lt;br /&gt;All right that's it for another post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-7891673324923955629?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7891673324923955629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=7891673324923955629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/7891673324923955629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/7891673324923955629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/05/dancing-machine.html' title='dancing machine'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-5114860010463993673</id><published>2007-05-02T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T22:07:47.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>working for a living</title><content type='html'>Quote:  "Check for evil step mothers.  This much sleep usually indicates poison apples." - House Season 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if an extra $200 a month is worth it.  I work two jobs.  I have an amazing 40hr/week job and I work at the library for 9 extra hours a week.  When I got my good job I decided to stay at the library because I loved it.  Now I'm wondering if it's time to move on.  By the end of the second 13hr day I'm really tired.  There is also no flexability in changing the hours.  The library is so short staffed that I can't just change my hours (like I'm used to with a part time job).  I am also really tired of customer service.  Granted people at the library are MUCH happier to be there, and for the most part a lot less rude.&lt;br /&gt;However $200 is $200.  And I'm trying to save up for a house.  And once I buy said house, I would be wishing for an extra $200 a month I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;But if I could have all that spare time I could work on my art and possibly make more money doing something I like.  But if I had that extra time would I use it to work on stuff, even if it was fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;like Pooh said... Think, think, think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-5114860010463993673?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5114860010463993673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=5114860010463993673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/5114860010463993673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/5114860010463993673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/05/working-for-living.html' title='working for a living'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-5293848589232617409</id><published>2007-04-30T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:51:29.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The last 5 minutes</title><content type='html'>Movie: Deja Vu&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Deja Vu&lt;br /&gt;Quote:  In the beginning there was nothing. God said, 'Let there be light!' And there was light. There was still nothing, but you could see it a whole lot better.  - Ellen DeGeneres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts I have had in the last five minutes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does fashion have to hurt so much?&lt;br /&gt;     I have an open wound on my left foot from a new pair of "cute" sandles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who used to just wear black t-shirts and black pants all the time, I certainly have a lot of clothing now.  (Most of it not black, or at least not completely black.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kozy Shack rice pudding is good for breakfast and supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't walk past art pencils or pens without buying at least one.&lt;br /&gt;     Even though I have about a million drawing pencils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of pens... with names of drugs on them I hope I will never have to take.&lt;br /&gt;     I work at a hospital, drug reps give tons of pens away.  Pens and post it notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the delete button on my home computer in a completely different spot than any other computer I work on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-5293848589232617409?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5293848589232617409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=5293848589232617409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/5293848589232617409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/5293848589232617409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-5-minutes.html' title='The last 5 minutes'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-6897548812986684445</id><published>2007-04-27T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:35:52.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dandelions</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why people don't like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dandelions&lt;/span&gt;.  To most people they are a weed.  To me they are one of the pretties flowers there are.  I love to see a long patch of grass dotted with bright yellow splotches.  Ah well, just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the other movie was "the Good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shepherd&lt;/span&gt;".  This movie couldn't even hold my attention.  The boy is still watching it downstairs.  I had to give up.  Almost two hours into the movie and I still couldn't determine the plot.  Maybe plot is not the word.  I could not see where the resolution for the story would come from since it seemed to not have a direction or a problem that needed a resolution.  It's just a bunch of people walking around talking in hushed voices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-6897548812986684445?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6897548812986684445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=6897548812986684445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/6897548812986684445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/6897548812986684445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/04/dandelions.html' title='Dandelions'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-1798560917828998854</id><published>2007-04-26T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:52:36.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock-a-belly</title><content type='html'>Alright.  Tonight was my last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bellydance&lt;/span&gt; class at the college.  It was a little sad.  This class became my relaxation, believe it or not.  But Thursday is the day after I work two 13 hour days and to go home and then go do something really fun was really great.  I am going to follow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Amala&lt;/span&gt; and take her next class at a Yoga Studio.  I did however have to completely re arrange my schedule to do so.  So starting the week of May 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I will be working my two 13 hour days on Monday and Tuesday and I will have my class on Wednesday.  Another boo on this is that it feels like I will be seeing the boy less.  In reality I will only be losing a couple of hours but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny moment:  At the end of class we were all sitting on the studio floor waiting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Amala&lt;/span&gt; to dance for us (she promised she would the very first class).  So as a joke a few of us started pounding on the floor like we couldn't wait for her.  And then it happened, and yes it was my fault...  We started doing "We will rock you" by Queen.  I couldn't resist.  I started the beat and everyone followed, so I just had to start singing too.  It didn't last long because the dance music started, but to me, it was still funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for the weekend:  Movies and time with the boy.  I was hoping for some time on the bike but it would appear that we will have a very rainy weekend.  The movies started tonight with "the Pursuit of Happiness".  This was a really good movie.  Some moments where I almost broke down and cried, but it was worth it in the end.  We also have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DejaVu&lt;/span&gt;, Stranger than Fiction, a movie called Mercy (staring Peta Wilson, whom I love) and some other movie that the boy wanted to see of which I can't remember the name.  Oh yeah, he and I watched the new Bond movie on Monday, Casino Royal.  I can't say I was ever really interested in Bond movies but this one was free since I borrowed it from the library and I'm glad I did.  A blond Bond, with beautiful blue eyes.  I was hooked.  Of course it didn't hurt that it was a poker movie.  I know it sounds cheesy but I was a huge fan of the Kenny Rogers' Gambler movies when I was a kid and yes I am one of those people who sometimes watches people play poker on TV, so this was right up my alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right that is enough for now.  I'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-1798560917828998854?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1798560917828998854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=1798560917828998854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/1798560917828998854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/1798560917828998854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/04/rock-belly.html' title='Rock-a-belly'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-4575074888133412193</id><published>2007-04-23T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:29:41.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double O Double good</title><content type='html'>Quote: "It's the sensible, logical thing to do, of course, which is why we don't do it." -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tanis&lt;/span&gt;, Dragons of Autumn Twilight&lt;br /&gt;Song:  Hell and High Water - Black Stone Cherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tribal belly dance class went really well.  Considering that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jewls&lt;/span&gt; and I hadn't gone to the first 3 classes we were told we both caught on quick.  Although what we'll remember I'm not entirely sure.  Most of the dance moves were pretty basic but there were a lot of hand signals to remember.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jewls&lt;/span&gt; and I got together tonight to try to review what we learned just so we wouldn't forget and there are already a lot of signals we have forgotten.  Hopefully some members of &lt;a href="http://www.tribalbellies.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hipnosis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; come back to this area and do another workshop.&lt;br /&gt;I have to remember to call to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;register&lt;/span&gt; for another class with &lt;a href="http://www.embersandemeralds.com/bellydancing-amala.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Amala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gameela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  She's a lot of fun to learn with and she makes all of us feel comfortable learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my class the boy and I went for a ride on the bikes and out to dinner with his parents.  Afterwards we went home and watched Casino Royal.  I'm not a big Bond fan but this movie was very good and I really enjoyed the fact that Bond was blond.  The actor who played Bond isn't amazingly hot, but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; enjoyable watching him walk around without his shirt on.   The plot was good with a lot of suspense.  The only complaint the boy had was that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; chase scene was "unrealistic".  Um... duh.  It's 007.  Something is bound to be unrealistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-4575074888133412193?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4575074888133412193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=4575074888133412193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/4575074888133412193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/4575074888133412193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/04/double-o-double-good.html' title='Double O Double good'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-109319327249580899</id><published>2007-04-22T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T10:33:34.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Tribal</title><content type='html'>One of the things I have started in the last 9 months since I've posted is belly dancing.  Today I'm going to a tribal belly dance workshop to learn how to dance tribally.  However I do almost wish I didn't have to go today because it is one of the first really gorgeous days this spring and my motorcycle is calling my name.  Ah well, hopefully it will be just as nice when the class is over and the boy and I can go for a short ride maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-109319327249580899?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/109319327249580899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=109319327249580899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/109319327249580899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/109319327249580899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/04/going-tribal.html' title='Going Tribal'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-6159418815560767189</id><published>2007-04-21T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:54:43.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaack!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to try again.  This blog thing.  I have a myspace now, but I haven't blogged on there because I felt a loyalty to this old place.  I've updated the look.  It might be changing soon, but I at least changed it a little from the cookie cutter look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-6159418815560767189?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6159418815560767189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=6159418815560767189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/6159418815560767189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/6159418815560767189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-baaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaack!'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-115878901150480392</id><published>2006-09-20T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T16:50:11.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Please don't grieve for Steve -- he's at peace now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I would like you to grieve for the animals - the animals have lost the best friend they ever had, and so have I."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bob Irwin September 19, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-115878901150480392?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/115878901150480392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=115878901150480392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/115878901150480392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/115878901150480392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/09/please-dont-grieve-for-steve-hes-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-115145369082303630</id><published>2006-06-27T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:14:50.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As some may have noticed (some being all three of my readers) I have not posted in some time.  Like most diaries that I have started, I have gotten bored with this blog.  Another reason for my non-blogging is I now have a job where I sit in front of the computer for 40 hours a week.  When I get home the last thing I want to do is even turn on my computer.  So I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I will never post again, but if I do it will be at my leisure and will be mostly for myself.  I will continue to read other blogs I enjoy and will sometimes post here.  But I'm not going to force myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the immortal words of Obi Wan (and all Jedi):&lt;br /&gt;May the force be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-115145369082303630?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/115145369082303630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=115145369082303630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/115145369082303630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/115145369082303630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/06/as-some-may-have-noticed-some-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-114963993329555045</id><published>2006-06-06T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T19:25:33.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncanny</title><content type='html'>X-MEN the Last Stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo!  I LOVED this movie.  It was so good.  Yes I was a little upset at the MAJOR differences between the movie and the comic, but I got over that during the first X-men movie.  I won't spoil it for anyone, but go see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this was pretty much what I expected.  Which isn't saying much.  I wasn't a big fan of the book.  My thought while reading it was that it would make a better movie than book.  And it did... barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have to make a choice, go see X-men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-114963993329555045?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114963993329555045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=114963993329555045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114963993329555045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114963993329555045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/06/uncanny.html' title='Uncanny'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-114866953931318484</id><published>2006-05-26T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T13:52:19.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote: A man convinced against his own will is of the same opinions still. -Emily's Toybox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er... So I've been busy ok?  Although with what, I'm not really sure.  It seems as though time is traveling very quickly and I'm losing track.  At least loosing track of my blog and some of my friends too.  Guess that's what happens when life changes so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm literally sitting here waiting for my weekend to start.  I have to wait for the automatic doors to lock and then I am outa here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000ENWKN8/qid=1148667814/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/102-3942054-1931345?s=music&amp;v=glance&amp;n=5174"&gt;Rob Zombie - Educated Horses:&lt;/a&gt;  This definitly does not sound like the Rob Zombie I know and love.  Not to say that it isn't good.  It's just not quite as heavy as his stuff used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000EXOAAO/ref=pd_bxgy_img_b/102-3942054-1931345?%5Fencoding=UTF8"&gt;Godsmack - IV&lt;/a&gt;:  I really really need to give this one another chance.  My initail feelings about this one was disapointment.  I really didn't like it.  But because it's Godsmack I'm going to try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000929AU0/qid=1148667977/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/102-3942054-1931345?s=music&amp;v=glance&amp;n=5174"&gt;Fall Out Boy - From Under the Cork Tree&lt;/a&gt;:  I bought this CD for one song.  I've been trying to listen to the rest of it, but I'm so stuck on the song "Sugar we're going down" that I keep playing it over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time kiddies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-114866953931318484?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114866953931318484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=114866953931318484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114866953931318484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114866953931318484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/05/quote-man-convinced-against-his-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-114756783147947342</id><published>2006-05-13T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:50:31.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>My first Saturday off and it rains.  Guess I should have figured on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first weekend off and it's been a busy one.  There was a birthday party at noon to go to and a lot of things to do before hand.  Had to run to the store, because I was junk food girl.  Also picked up some roses for me mother because I won't see her on mother's day.  Then I got to this party and although the sky seemed nice, we could all hear the thunder rumbling.  So some rain tent things were set up.  There were a few small showers which we all laughed at.  "Ha ha, we are sheltered from this silly little bit of rain".  Well then the sky opened up and it started pouring.  So we all rushed inside and ate some cake.  After a little while I wanted to leave, so the boy and I headed back to his place and crashed for a nap.  I just woke up a little while ago, and all I want to do is go back to bed.  But there is an Emily's Toybox show to go to and being the diligent fans we are, we will attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are supposed to go off roading, but I'm not feeling into it.  Mostly because there are a few people going whose company I do not enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we shall see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-114756783147947342?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114756783147947342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=114756783147947342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114756783147947342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114756783147947342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/05/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-114731539631615177</id><published>2006-05-10T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:51:01.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new baby!</title><content type='html'>Undoubtedly you have been wondering where I have been these past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not.  But in any case I will show you what i have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v162/dragonofthesidhe/DSCF0931.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA DA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is mine and the boy's new bike.  We bought it on Monday.  It's not really new, it's actually almost as old as the boy is. LOL  But it is ours.  And now we can go riding with his parents instead of borrowing his parents bike.  The bike is in really excellent shape for being 23 years old, it was well taken care of.  It's not really my style of bike, it's got all the "stuff" in the front that I would rather not have, but it's exactly what the boy wanted.  Although we would have both preferred it to say Harley Davidson instead of Yamaha.  But the price was right and we couldn't resist.  (And this way when we do eventually buy a Harley, I get what I want.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally am only working two jobs.  My last day for one of them was Saturday.  It was a good day.  My manager bought me a beautiful necklace from a place I know is expensive, and all my co-workers chipped in for a gift card.  They got me a cake with a little toy Harley on it, and a sunset airbrushed onto the icing.  It read: off into the sunset, good luck on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been reading much, I've been too tired.  My allergies are really bad and I'm not sleeping well, so I've been going to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new job is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back later with more tales from the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-114731539631615177?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114731539631615177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=114731539631615177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114731539631615177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114731539631615177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-new-baby.html' title='My new baby!'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-114601828892974617</id><published>2006-04-25T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:27:52.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moving people; moving castles</title><content type='html'>So what have I been doing with myself lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er...  Not much.  Working mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would seem that I mixed up weekends in the last few of my blogs.  Obviously the boy and I did not go to a tractor show on Easter Sunday.  That was the day that we went for a really long drive through Intercourse Pa.  :::: snickers::::  This past weekend was the tractor show.  Saturday I worked, but the boy and his dad didn't go anyway because it got rained out.  Saturday night, the boy and I went to one of his friend's moving out party.  The boy got pretty drunk (a rare occurrence) but he stopped before he knew I would have a hard time getting him down the stairs and into the Jeep.  The next morning,with the boy suffering no ill effects, we both woke up and went for a drive with his dad to the tractor show.  Unfortunately the dark clouds and fear of rain kept most people away so there wasn't much to show for.  The boy was sad.  He didn't get to show me how to drive a tractor.  Oh well, maybe next time.  Sunday afternoon the sun came out and the soft top finally went on the jeep.  Just in time for more rain and colder temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday the boy and I will spend helping his friend move into his new home.  Other than that we have no plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading:  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000CDGVOE/qid=1146017814/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-8592974-7967039?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;v=glance&amp;n=130"&gt;Howl's Moving Castle&lt;/a&gt; by Diana Wynn Jones.  As far as I know this is the first book that &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/006441034X/sr=8-2/qid=1146017814/ref=pd_bbs_2/103-8592974-7967039?%5Fencoding=UTF8"&gt;Miyazaki&lt;/a&gt; has based one of his movies on.  The characters are there, but like most movies the subplots are really different.  It is still enjoyable though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-114601828892974617?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114601828892974617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=114601828892974617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114601828892974617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114601828892974617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/04/moving-people-moving-castles.html' title='moving people; moving castles'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-114539769650772799</id><published>2006-04-18T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T17:01:36.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An addition to Sunday's posting.</title><content type='html'>I just found out that after passing through Virginville and before Intercourse we passed through &lt;a href="http://maps.yahoo.com/maps_result?addr=&amp;csz=blueball+pa&amp;country=us&amp;new=1&amp;name=&amp;qty="&gt;Blueball&lt;/a&gt; PA. :::: insert your joke here.:::::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-114539769650772799?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114539769650772799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=114539769650772799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114539769650772799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114539769650772799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/04/addition-to-sundays-posting.html' title='An addition to Sunday&apos;s posting.'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-114524687005527440</id><published>2006-04-16T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:07:50.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon my humor</title><content type='html'>Pardon my jokes here folks but you'll understand why I couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday.  The boy and I decided to go for a long ride on the Harley.  Where shall we go we thought?  And then, just because, we decided to go to Intercourse PA.  Yes you read that right, there is a small little city in PA named &lt;a href="http://www.800padutch.com/intercs.shtml"&gt;Intercourse&lt;/a&gt;, its in the middle of Amish Country.  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we needed directions, because as you know, no one gets to Intercourse without instruction.  Looking at the instructions we noticed that in order to get to Intercourse we had to go through &lt;a href="http://maps.yahoo.com/maps_result?addr=&amp;csz=Virginville%2C+PA&amp;country=us"&gt;Virginvile&lt;/a&gt;.  Well that seems logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice journey to Intercourse, along the way we saw quite a few Amish folk.  We wondered if their buggies had to be licensed and since I didn't see any plates on the horse's asses I figured they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a long bumpy ride we got to Intercourse.  And after so much riding I was disappointed by how small it was.  It was one road surrounded by farmland.  All of the small shops were closed.  So, what did we do in the middle of Intercourse you might be asking?  Not much.  And actually by the time we got to Intercourse I had to go to the bathroom so badly that I didn't really enjoy it.  Since there was nothing open I had to hold it and wait until we were done in Intercourse.  So we decided to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Intercourse we got hungry.  We stopped at a dinner where the waitresses were not happy to wait on us.  Once we got home we were so tired from going through Intercourse we both fell right to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun ride on the Harley, but not a really interesting destination, as it turns out.  It would seem that all I got from Intercourse PA were some really bad jokes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-114524687005527440?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114524687005527440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=114524687005527440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114524687005527440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114524687005527440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/04/pardon-my-humor.html' title='Pardon my humor'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-114504234541995112</id><published>2006-04-14T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:19:05.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my life has been a whirlwind of activity lately.  I don't have much time for myself right now and I'm still trying to get my sleep pattern right.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I really really like my job.  I like what I'm doing and I like the people I work with.  But right now it's a little lonely.  Not that there aren't people around, but there isn't really anyone I can talk to.  And by talking I mean friend talking, you know, the kind of conversations you have with people that have known you for a long time.  The kind where you don't have to give the complete background of the story you are telling because the person your talking to has known you for so long they already know where your coming from.  I guess what I'm saying is that I miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't have much planned for the weekend.  I still have to work on Saturday but I'm counting down those days.  Four to go and then I have the weekend off like normal people.  The boy said something about maybe going to a tractor show on Sunday.  Yippie! :::: said with heavy sarcasm::::::   My redneck.  Hopefully he goes with his Dad on Saturday.  It's not so much that I would mind going, but they get up at the crack of dawn to go and after this week I just really want to spend the day relaxing.  Which in my mind means sleeping.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Saw Ice Age Two last night.  Quite good and funny.  With my computer animation background, I always notice how good or bad the animation looks, and to me, the fur in this movie was amazing.  There were times when Manny got wet and it looked really good.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ah well, no more thoughts for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-114504234541995112?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114504234541995112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=114504234541995112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114504234541995112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114504234541995112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-my-life-has-been-whirlwind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-114496063769296795</id><published>2006-04-13T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:37:17.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hard rains ganna fall</title><content type='html'>The breeze is blowing with the sweet smell of rain.  The sky is getting dark and cloudy and I can tell it will soon open up and refresh the dry earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for putting the convertable top on my Jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humbug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-114496063769296795?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114496063769296795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=114496063769296795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114496063769296795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114496063769296795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/04/hard-rains-ganna-fall.html' title='hard rains ganna fall'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-114481343201803948</id><published>2006-04-11T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:43:52.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive?</title><content type='html'>I'm still here.  Really I am.  I've just be so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my new job last Monday and everything has been a whirlwind of activity lately.  Actually last Monday I went to orientation and then spent the next three days learning the computer systems.  My first real day at the Hospital was on Friday, where I realized there was a lot to learn.  I've been at my other two jobs for so long that I forgot what it was like to go to work and not know what I'm doing.  I'm getting better at it though.  Second day at the job and I'm already getting a little bit of a grip on what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really tired too.  Right now I'm still working all three jobs.  Just until May though, then I'm cutting back to two.  For right now I'm working 56 hours a week over 6 days.  Then in may I'll cut it down to 48, and have both Saturday and Sunday off.  That will be a switch.  It's been over 7 years since I've had the entire weekend off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I must go.  My bed is calling me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-114481343201803948?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114481343201803948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=114481343201803948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114481343201803948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114481343201803948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/04/still-alive.html' title='Still alive?'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-114350321400158614</id><published>2006-03-27T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T18:48:01.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentists Doctors Needles and Cars</title><content type='html'>Today was not a good day.  It was not a bad day either, but I had to do a whole bunch of things that I do not really enjoy today.  Beginning with an early morning trip to the dentist.  I hate going to the dentist, nothing good ever happens at the dentist.  I had to get a filling in a broken tooth and that involves a novacane shot.  Needles are not my favorite things.  Then I had to go get a physical for my new job.  Blood drawn and a TB test, once again, more needles.  I had tons of paperwork to fill out and then had a HR meeting with more paper work.  I really want to discuss the benefits with me mum, but she is away on a work trip for the next three days.  And the sad fact is, at the grand old age of 28 there haven't been many days where I haven't seen me mum.  I've gone on vacation before but my rents aren't big on traveling, so she's always been here.  Another sad fact is that after a day of poking and prodding, doctors, dentists and needles I just really want a hug from my mom.  Oh god do I feel pathetic right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case I had a good weekend or at least a good Sunday.  A few friends, the boy and I went to the Greater Lehigh Valley Car Show.  Now I could care less about cars or most kinds of shopping but I love car shopping.  Don't know why; guess I just like shopping for the expensive stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sit in anything that would make me want to give up my Wrangler but a few highlights were my Mustang.  If I could buy a car that was completely pointless and somewhat useless it would be the new Ford Mustang (wouldn't mind having the Shelby but that is being awfully greedy).  I also liked the Miata and the Porche.  If I ever needed a SUV type vehicle I would of course buy a Jeep.  I like the Grand Cherokee, but I would rather have the Liberty for size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my weekend.  I'm going to go find someone to give me a hug now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-114350321400158614?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114350321400158614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=114350321400158614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114350321400158614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114350321400158614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/03/dentists-doctors-needles-and-cars.html' title='Dentists Doctors Needles and Cars'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-114325543877547438</id><published>2006-03-24T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T21:57:18.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drift off to dream</title><content type='html'>Here I sit, the boy in the other room sound asleep, and I'm planning on soon joining him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I have cleared the rut my life had gotten into these last few days.  I have a new job that pays a whole lot more money and the day that I finally move out and be on my own seems a lot closer.  The job seems like it will be fun or at least the people seem to be cool.  The job is pretty much what I do at the library.  I'll be working at the mental heath facility of a local hospital as the "office coordinator".  Even sounds spiffy, don't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else has been going on in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much really.  Went to see &lt;a href="http://www.roadsideamericainc.com/"&gt;Roadside America&lt;/a&gt; two weekends ago.  For those who don't know it's a huge indoor miniature village and train set.  (Don't feel bad, I had never heard of the thing until a little while ago either.)  It was pretty interesting.  Unfortunately I ended up getting a migraine.  Now I don't think I've ever really had a migraine before, but those who have told me my symptoms of nausea and sensitivity to light made it more than a headache.  I took two advil sinus and then zonked out for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was spent at a sort-of friends baby shower.  I say sort of because she was the boy's next door neighbor growing up and is very close to the boy's mom.  I've gotten to know her a little and she is very sweet.  And very pregnant.  I did feel a wee bit uncomfortable at the shower since I only knew three people out of about 25 and I'm not really a shower type person.  Luckily the house it was held in is residence to three dogs and two cats and my allergies were not happy, so I was able to leave rather early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as movies go, it has been a Harry Potter week.  Some friends had never seen any of the movies or read the books so we decided to watch all of the movies.  Yes I am a huge fan of the books and think that the movies are butchering each book one by one, but I also can recognize them as decent movies without comparing them to the books. - Most of the time.  But, just going on the movies, I think my favorite movie has been the most recent, The Goblet of Fire.  This may be because it is my favorite book, or it may have to do with the computer animated dragon that was in it.  I REALLY want my own little miniature version of the welsh green.  Anyway, the one thing that bugged my through the movie was Harry's hair.  I know that a continuing theme in the books is Harry's inability to control his hair, but for some odd reason in the movie it just looked like Harry kept waking up with bed head or something.  I don't know.  It just irked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err... think think think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zathura, another sort of Jumanji type story.  Very good movie actually.  Quite fun, and no thinking involved.  The older brother plays a convincing brat while the younger brother is just as convincing as an annoying younger brother.  Worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that's it for now.  Night night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-114325543877547438?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114325543877547438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=114325543877547438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114325543877547438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114325543877547438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/03/drift-off-to-dream.html' title='Drift off to dream'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-114287615677115583</id><published>2006-03-20T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T12:37:46.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Obviously I have changed the colors and pic on the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new job, which I can't wait to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was quiet with nothing much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog later with more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-114287615677115583?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114287615677115583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=114287615677115583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114287615677115583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114287615677115583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/03/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-114162744862643542</id><published>2006-03-05T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T01:44:50.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt;  The Dance - Garth Brooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Read: &lt;/strong&gt; Tales of Pain and Wonder - Caitlin R Kiernan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie:&lt;/strong&gt; Walk the Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Friday off from work to spend the day with my brother because it was his birthday.  Had a fun day of shopping and a nice dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we went to see a friend and his band.  A lot of fun was had, good music and fun conversation.  But I stayed out too late and had to get up for work the next morning.  I was so tired.  I don't know how I did this before. I must be getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was spent doing karaoke at the bar.  I have been singing for a while now, but I still get nervous about it.  A long time ago the boy and I made a deal.  He would dance with me if I sang.  Well like I said, I've been singing for a while now, but anytime there was an opportunity for him to dance with me, his bum leg would be acting up and he could barely stand up with out help, let alone dance with me.  But last night the stars must have been in the right spot because when someone started singing The Dance he finally got up and danced with me.  And he actually danced with me a second time later that night.  I was in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Crystal Cave and did the tour with some friends.  This was the first cave that I have ever been in and it was pretty cool.  Once the boy found out that I haven't been in any of the caves in this area he decided that this summer was going to be the Cave Tour of PA summer.  Should be fun.  After we got home from our spelunking adventure we took a nap.  It was a good nap.  The kind of nap Sunday's were made for.  Afterwards we watched Walk the Line.  Very good movie.  My only problem, being a Johnny Cash fan, was that I missed the real voice of Johnny.  Joaquin Phoenix did an amazing job singing but he didn't quite get all of the emotion that I usually feel when I listen to JC.  Even without it though it was still a really good movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-114162744862643542?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114162744862643542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=114162744862643542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114162744862643542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114162744862643542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-114110588124450857</id><published>2006-02-28T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:51:21.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two thumbs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Current Reads:&lt;/strong&gt;  Arrow's Fall by Merceds Lackey and Tales of Pain and Wonder by Caitlin R Kiernan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote: &lt;/strong&gt; Wayne, I think we've established that "Ka Kaw Ka Kaw" and "Tukki Tukki" don't work. - Harry Block from the movie Evolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I've done lately is watch movies, so here are my reviews of what I've seen this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0421054/"&gt;Domino &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;A runway model becomes a bounty hunter.  Well, sorta.&lt;br /&gt;Keira Knightley plays a young woman looking for a job.  Her violent tendencies lead her to a seminar about being a bounty hunter.  Naturally she becomes one (wouldn't have much of a movie if she didn't) and the story goes on.  Along the way she picks up a television crew who are filming her for a reality TV show and of course things start to go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;This was a very violent movie with a strong female lead.  Just the kind of movie for me.  It was shot a little strange but the story was pretty good, as were the actors.  I wouldn't say that I'm a huge Keira Knightley fan, but I have enjoyed some of the movies she's in, like Pirates of the Caribbean and Love Actually.  And for some odd reason, I loved her hair in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0320661/"&gt;Kingdom of Heaven &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A little epic movie that takes place in the time of the crusades.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, tons of violence.  Directed by Ridley Scott, the same man that brought us Gladiator.  And it did have a sort of Gladiator feel to it.  The movie is the story of a young blacksmith who goes to Jerusalem in order to find salvation for himself and his dead wife.  He ends up with a whole lot more than he bargained for.&lt;br /&gt;Good movie, a little long, but looking at Orlando Bloom through the whole thing made up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0408790/"&gt;Flightplan&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;A mother loses her daughter on a flight to America, while the rest of the passengers and crew think that she has lost her mind.&lt;br /&gt;This movie was rather disappointing.  It wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be and the plot was somewhat predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0251075/"&gt;Evolution &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;A really funny movie from 2001.  It's a comedy about a meteorite containing alien life that crashes to earth and starts to spread.&lt;br /&gt;This movie is so much fun.  It's nothing to be taken seriously and no deep thinking needed.  It's full of one liners and physical humor.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I have seen this before (all the way back in 2001) but, it was the best movie that I watched this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-114110588124450857?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114110588124450857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=114110588124450857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114110588124450857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114110588124450857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/02/two-thumbs.html' title='Two thumbs...'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-114106217604841633</id><published>2006-02-27T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T12:48:05.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my poor car</title><content type='html'>I smashed the front fender and bumper of my jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to write how, because it was so stupid that i'm embarassed to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even going to post a picture because looking at it makes me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By next monday my car should be back to normal.  Thank God the boy's dad is an auto body repair man, and his mom works in the parts department of a car dealership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the boy says, Shit happens and I wasn't hurt and the car can be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still feel like a bumbling idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-114106217604841633?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114106217604841633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=114106217604841633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114106217604841633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114106217604841633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-poor-car.html' title='my poor car'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-114045125527681333</id><published>2006-02-20T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T12:15:46.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rolling rolling rolling</title><content type='html'>Another fun filled weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy worked all weekend. Boooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However we were able to get in a little fun Saturday night.  We went bowling.  Now my game was off because of my still sore neck/shoulder.  But it was still a lot of fun.  And no falling down drunk girlfriends this time.  Although there were still a few drunks.  After bowling we all decided to go to a diner and eat.  So there we were, 6 people at 1 am in a dinner.  Two of us were sober (me and the boy), two were mildly intoxicated, and two were drunk.  It made for an interesting meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent with me being lazy and the boy working.  I did however get up enough energy to go do a little shopping and a walk.  I also made dinner for myself, the boy and two of our friends.  It was a nice quiet weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-114045125527681333?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114045125527681333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=114045125527681333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114045125527681333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114045125527681333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/02/rolling-rolling-rolling.html' title='rolling rolling rolling'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-114006658630907190</id><published>2006-02-15T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T17:04:12.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joys of the Outdoors</title><content type='html'>Quote:  Camping is nature's way of promoting the motel business. - Dave Barry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind me... I'm short on sleep, I'm in pain and I'm doped up on Advil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't camping grand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes the boy and I decided to go camping this past weekend.  Actually we were supposed to go last weekend but it got rained out.  So we rescheduled for a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All week we can't wait to go.  And as the weekend drew nearer we started hearing whispers of a snowstorm.  A snowstorm you say?  No way!  This can not be, I said with a plea.  We want to have fun and play in the sun.  (Sorry, saw a Seuss opportunity and ran with it.)  But yes, the weather man was finally right.  After a very mild winter we were finally going to see some snow.  But of course, who's going to let a little snow stop us.  Certainly not my boyfriend and his friend.  ::::: sigh:::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boy spent Saturday packing up the stuff with his friend M while I was at work.  When I finished work, I hopped in the shower and then got dressed really warmly.  And off we went.  The boy and I in his truck pulling my old tracker on a trailer and M in his dad's box truck, with his four wheeler in it.  We stopped for dinner at Cracker Barrel and filled ourselves full.  Then we stopped at a Walmart to buy some breakfast and I needed a toothbrush (first of many things that was forgotten).  So I went to find one and some washer fluid for the boy's truck, while he and M got the food.  Big mistake.  I didn't pay attention to what they had bought while in line.  But when we got to the campsite I realized they had only bought six eggs and a pound of bacon.  The boy can eat that by himself.  But since they were stuffed when we went shopping they weren't hungry so they didn't think about that.  Ugh, men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so we are at the campsite.  It's way dark already.  The boy and I start pulling wood out of his truck to build a fire while M starts pulling stuff out of the box truck so we can sleep in it.  The boy throws some gasoline on the fire to "dry out the wood".  I go help M lay down the tarp and start to lay down the bedding.  The boy throws more gasoline on the fire.  M and I get the kerosene heater up and running.  The boy throws some kerosene on the fire to "dry it out".  M and I hang some blankets along the walls to keep the heat in the truck.  The boy throws some more gasoline on the fire.  M goes to find a spot to go potty.  I start looking through the boys truck for kindling.  Find lots... messy boy.  Fire burns a little while longer.  M goes to bed.  The boy and I stare at the fire as it's going out.  He and I go to cut some of the long tall dry grass as kindling.  Seems like we may have something here.  Another jeep drives by.  Nice people stop to talk about four wheeling and such.  Fire goes out.   Boy throws a tire from the woods on fire, along with more gasoline.  Nice people in the jeep leave the crazy people trying to make fire.  Fire seems to actually be lit.  We kick the tire off of the fire.  Still lit.  Yippie!  Boy and I grab lawn chairs and enjoy the fire for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, we laid some logs around the fire to dry out while we were sleeping and we went to bed.  Even though it was a lot warmer in the truck then it had been the last time we went camping, it was still a little chilly.  And once again I forgot to bring pillows.  It was a restless night, the men kept getting up to pee and I'm a light sleeper.  I also had to pee for most of the night but there was no way I was going out into the dark by myself to pee.  I've seen way too many horror movies for that, thank you very much.  Early in the morning the men got up and went out to restart the fire.  I slept in, because even if I don't sleep well, I can still sleep long.  I finally got up when the boy said breakfast was almost ready.  I get out of the truck to find out that we only had one plate and no utensils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating breakfast with our fingers, the rest of the day seems uneventful.  We went four wheeling and at lunch M got a call from his dad, who said it was still snowing here at home and we should probably get home before dark.  And so we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Monday I woke up with a really sore neck and shoulder from sleeping without a pillow.  And I am still suffering the consequences of that one.  This morning I woke from a sound sleep to the pain of my shoulder cracking.  I could barely move my head once again and ended up taking a hot shower at 5 30 in the morning to try and loosen it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, the joys of camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note... was looking for funny quotes for the top of this thing and found &lt;a href="http://www.aaaugh.com/jokes/camping_quotes.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;... Quite funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-114006658630907190?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114006658630907190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=114006658630907190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114006658630907190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114006658630907190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/02/joys-of-outdoors.html' title='Joys of the Outdoors'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-114004993314030107</id><published>2006-02-15T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T19:32:13.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;dragon --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;[adjective]:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar to butter in texture and appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-114004993314030107?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114004993314030107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=114004993314030107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114004993314030107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/114004993314030107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/02/dragon-adjectivesimilar-to-butter-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113989979464385073</id><published>2006-02-14T01:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T01:51:19.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0743292332/sr=8-1/qid=1139899586/ref=pd_bbs_1/104-4582420-4331136?%5Fencoding=UTF8"&gt;Stephen King's Cell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again another cheerful and upbeat tale from Stephen King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:::pauses:::&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh.  Not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of people dead within the first ten pages, ahhh, now that's the Stephen King I know and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the terror does not come from a virus, a killer clown, aliens or even a werewolf.  No the end of the world begins with the ringing of a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;The story is told from the point of view of Clay, an artist, who has just signed a deal for his first comic book.  As he stops to get a celebratory ice cream cone, the people around him start going crazy and killing everyone around them.  Clay saves the life of Tom and the adventure begins.  Along the way they pick up Alice, and begin to understand it was the cell phones that drove people crazy.  Clay's only interest is to find his son, who he left with his ex wife.  Tom and Alice go with him on this journey.  They pick up a few more people while still learning more about the "phone crazies".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all Stephen King novels, this one had me glued to my seat, and late back from lunch at work.  I love the way he writes; there is just something about his style that draws me into the stories.  He writes in a way that makes my imagination so clear that I see the characters in my mind and feel the characters pains and emotions.  Of course after reading Cell, I am glad I'm not familiar with the song "Baby Elephant Walk".  I developed a strong dislike for the song "Sympathy for the Devil" after reading Dreamcatcher, and to this day can't hear the song without thinking of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this is not my favorite Stephen Kings novel, but it's damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I wonder if I'll ever look at my cell phone the same way again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113989979464385073?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113989979464385073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113989979464385073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113989979464385073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113989979464385073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/02/stephen-kings-cell-once-again-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113978604555819922</id><published>2006-02-12T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T10:12:16.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/redshoecult/1044341560_turesQUIZg.jpg" border="0" alt="Don't Trip"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You will be smothered under a rug. You're a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anti-social, and may want to start gaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new social skills by making prank phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=57&amp;url=http://quizilla.com/users/redshoecult/quizzes/What%20horrible%20Edward%20Gorey%20Death%20will%20you%20die%3F"&gt; What horrible Edward Gorey Death will you die?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a title="Quiz, Horoscope, Flash Games, Poems - Quizilla!" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=56&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know me and know people in my life, might find this as ironic as I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113978604555819922?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113978604555819922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113978604555819922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113978604555819922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113978604555819922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-will-be-smothered-under-rug.html' title=''/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113937449054962900</id><published>2006-02-07T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:54:50.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasure</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I admit it.  I'm a huge Xena fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so now you all know.  I loved the show when it was on TV.  And yes, I have most of the episodes on tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just recently I bought season one on DVD.  Well, I started watching it and I'm once again addicted.  I'm currently watching season two, a gift for Christmas.  And I just received season three in the mail today.  And what a sinful glee I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you'll excuse me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have episodes to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113937449054962900?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113937449054962900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113937449054962900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113937449054962900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113937449054962900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/02/guilty-pleasure.html' title='Guilty Pleasure'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113928831458836665</id><published>2006-02-06T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:00:40.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Rain</title><content type='html'>"And I don't understand why I sleep all day, and I start to complain that there's no rain" - Blind Melon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:  Procrastinate now!  Don"t put it off. - Ellen DeGeneres&lt;br /&gt;Book:  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0976165902/sr=1-1/qid=1139286725/ref=pd_bbs_1/104-2269071-7030340?%5Fencoding=UTF8"&gt;The Lock &lt;/a&gt; - Steve Altan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weekend plans got changed.  Myself, the boy, and some friends were going to go camping Saturday night into Sunday and go four wheeling on Sunday.  Well it started raining half way through Saturday and none of us wanted to sleep in the rain.  So we decided to go to karaoke at the one bar/bowling alley around here.  Well the bar was closed... power outage.  So we drove around for a while trying to find something to do.  After finding no bars/bands to go see, we decided to go bowling.  We had so much fun.  The best part of the night came after we were done bowling and were sitting around talking.  We were out with the boy's best friend, (we will call him M) who has known him forever and tells the best stories.  I swear these guys were the Dukes of Hazard (Or is that Dukes of Allentown?)  We didn't leave the bowling alley until 2 am.  The boy was the designated driver, technically so was I since I don't drink, but I didn't want to drive M's car.  M was kinda drunk (full motor functions drunk) and so was A, the boy's other friend.  M's girlfriend K, however, was falling down drunk.  When we got to A's house, K needed to get out of the car to puke.  She then started to cry and kept sitting on the wet ground.  The boy finally carried her up to A's apartment where she spent a good twenty minutes on the bathroom floor.  She kept saying she wanted a bath, so M ran a bath for her and stayed with her while she tried to sober up a little.  Myself, the boy and A went into A's living room and fell asleep.  At 3:30 the boy woke me up saying they were ready to leave.  We all pile back into M's car and as soon as we start moving K promptly pukes on the floor of the car (gag).  Around 4 we drop them off and drive tiny distance back to the boy's house.  M said he would pick his car up when he woke up.  They boy and I took showers and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I don't mind people getting drunk.  I really don't.  But when they can't handle themselves or know when their limits are, that's when I start to get pissed, especially if their drunkenness is affecting my schedule.  (Now that I'm done griping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (Sunday) we didn't get up until noon.  We got up ate breakfast and sacked out in the living room.  I promptly feel back to sleep while watching Independence Day and snoozed until 4.  The rest of the day was just as exciting.  Went to dinner with his parents and then relaxed the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the dentist and then for a three mile walk in the park.  Afterwards I went to the boys and we watched tv and he fell asleep early.  What excitement there is around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113928831458836665?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113928831458836665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113928831458836665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113928831458836665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113928831458836665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-rain.html' title='No Rain'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113929357795719075</id><published>2006-02-05T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T01:27:35.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And now... as promised (three months ago) some pictures from Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v162/dragonofthesidhe/DSCF0684.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v162/dragonofthesidhe/DSCF0838.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v162/dragonofthesidhe/DSCF0809.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v162/dragonofthesidhe/DSCF0845.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113929357795719075?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113929357795719075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113929357795719075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113929357795719075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113929357795719075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113894377792973183</id><published>2006-02-02T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T00:32:20.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little late but....</title><content type='html'>Bloggers (silent) Poetry Reading &lt;br /&gt;In honor of Brigid.. poetry reading by &lt;a href="http://goldpoppy.blogspot.com/2006/01/youre-invited.html"&gt;Grace's Poppies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Stolen Child &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by W. B. Yeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where dips the rocky highland&lt;br /&gt;Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,&lt;br /&gt;There lies a leafy island&lt;br /&gt;Where flapping herons wake&lt;br /&gt;The drowsy water-rats;&lt;br /&gt;There we've hid our faery vats,&lt;br /&gt;Full of berries&lt;br /&gt;And of reddest stolen chetries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come away, O human child!&lt;br /&gt;To the waters and the wild&lt;br /&gt;With a faery, hand in hand,&lt;br /&gt;For the world's more full of weeping than you&lt;br /&gt;can understand. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the wave of moonlight glosses&lt;br /&gt;The dim grey sands with light,&lt;br /&gt;Far off by furthest Rosses&lt;br /&gt;We foot it all the night,&lt;br /&gt;Weaving olden dances,&lt;br /&gt;Mingling hands and mingling glances&lt;br /&gt;Till the moon has taken flight;&lt;br /&gt;To and fro we leap&lt;br /&gt;And chase the frothy bubbles,&lt;br /&gt;While the world is full of troubles&lt;br /&gt;And is anxious in its sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come away, O human child!&lt;br /&gt;To the waters and the wild&lt;br /&gt;With a faery, hand in hand,&lt;br /&gt;For the world's more full of weeping than you&lt;br /&gt;can understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the wandering water gushes&lt;br /&gt;From the hills above Glen-Car,.&lt;br /&gt;In pools among the rushes&lt;br /&gt;That scarce could bathe a star,&lt;br /&gt;We seek for slumbering trout&lt;br /&gt;And whispering in their ears&lt;br /&gt;Give them unquiet dreams;&lt;br /&gt;Leaning softly out&lt;br /&gt;From ferns that drop their tears&lt;br /&gt;Over the young streams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come away, O human child!&lt;br /&gt;To to waters and the wild&lt;br /&gt;With a faery, hand in hand,&lt;br /&gt;For to world's more full of weeping than you&lt;br /&gt;can understand. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away with us he's going,&lt;br /&gt;The solemn-eyed:&lt;br /&gt;He'll hear no more the lowing&lt;br /&gt;Of the calves on the warm hillside&lt;br /&gt;Or the kettle on the hob&lt;br /&gt;Sing peace into his breast,&lt;br /&gt;Or see the brown mice bob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Round and round the oatmeal-chest.&lt;br /&gt;For be comes, the human child,&lt;br /&gt;To the waters and the wild&lt;br /&gt;With a faery, hand in hand,&lt;br /&gt;from a world more full of weeping than you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113894377792973183?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113894377792973183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113894377792973183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113894377792973183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113894377792973183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/02/little-late-but.html' title='A little late but....'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113864728612825462</id><published>2006-01-30T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:54:46.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A gravity defying time.</title><content type='html'>A few weeks or months ago (not sure really) I found a book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1402732791/ref=pd_bbs_null_1/102-7225014-3548122?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;n=283155"&gt;Weird Pa&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a book that goes through all of the oddities that you can find in Pa.  It's part of a series of books along the same line: Weird New Jersey, Weird New York ect.  Well, yesterday the boy and I decided to find &lt;a href="http://www.gravityhill.com"&gt;gravity hill&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a road, in the middle of nowhere and if you stop your car at the bottom of the hill and put it into neutral the car will begin rolling up hill.  Yes your read that right, up hill.  So we drove almost three hours through farmland PA with bad Yahoo directions, parked my jeep at the bottom of the hill and were quite amazed when the car started rolling up hill.  I think it's an optical illusion but the boy doesn't think so.  He wants to borrow the grading tool from the company he used to work for and try to take the grade measurements of the hill.  In any case it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were in the middle of nowhere we decided to stop at a park where we talked to a man who told us we should go see the Flight 93 Memorial sight.  Since we were only 10 miles away we decided to go.  It was a small thing, but clearly marked that it was a temporary memorial.  After that we decided to head for home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the funnier moments of the day came before we found gravity hill.  We were following our wonderful Yahoo directions and couldn't find the road that was listed.  So we decided to get off of the highway and get gas.  We drove a while through farms and farms and could not find a gas station.  Then the fuel light came on in the Jeep and we started to get worried.  Another 20 minutes of driving found us a broken down station with bags over both pumps.  Finally, frustrated and really worried we asked the first person we saw where the closest gas station was.  He assured us it was less than 2 miles away and luckily we found it.  The whole time we were driving we passed one car on the road, but we did pass four horse and buggies.  Driving through Amish/Mennonite country is interesting.  No wonder we had such a hard time finding a gas station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned home in time to watch a movie with friends.  We saw the Fantastic Four.  Not one of the best comic book turned movie I have seen but it was amusing.  It was funny with good special effects but it seemed to be lacking any sort of real plot.  You had the good guys and they were not really doing any good, you just knew they weren't bad.  Then you had the bad guy and you knew he was bad, but he didn't really have a plan other than being... bad.  All in all it was a fun movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another movie worth watching is Underworld 2.  A lot of action and a good plot make this one almost better than the first Underworld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113864728612825462?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113864728612825462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113864728612825462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113864728612825462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113864728612825462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/01/gravity-defying-time.html' title='A gravity defying time.'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113825026640354566</id><published>2006-01-25T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T23:38:18.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One million dollars</title><content type='html'>For some odd reason I was thinking about the Bare Naked Ladies song "If I Had a Million Dollars".  Not that I'm a really big fan of the band but remembering the song made me think about what I would do if I had a million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Pay off my Jeep..&lt;br /&gt;2.  Buy a nice house with at least ten acres of land around it.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Pay for my mom's eye surgery.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Do something really nice for Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Pay off the boy's truck.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Buy a Harley for myself to ride.&lt;br /&gt;7.  And a Harley for me and the boy to ride together.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Get a couple of four wheelers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would probably save the rest for a rainy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113825026640354566?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113825026640354566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113825026640354566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113825026640354566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113825026640354566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-million-dollars.html' title='One million dollars'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113788002490364109</id><published>2006-01-21T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T16:47:04.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Blog or Not to Blog II</title><content type='html'>My goodness... people actually read this damn thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my last blog every person that I know, that reads this blog has come up to me and asked me if it was their fault I didn't want to blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the answer is yes and no.  Since this blog started oh so long ago, I have never really put down everything I was feeling.  There were times (when I knew no one was reading) that I posted some more personal/emotional blogs.  When I knew that people were actually reading I started censoring what I was writing.  After I met the boy and finished school, I started to only write occasionaly when something happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last month has not been a great one for me, and when I realized that I felt I couldnt' even blog about what was happening because it was so personal, I got pissed and wrote that I probably wasn't going to write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking about it for a week or so I realized that my blog is something that some people like to read.  It kept my mother up to date on what I'd been doing on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So perhaps I will keep writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113788002490364109?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113788002490364109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113788002490364109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113788002490364109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113788002490364109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-blog-or-not-to-blog-ii.html' title='To Blog or Not to Blog II'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113743753813805620</id><published>2006-01-16T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T13:52:18.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to blog or not to blog</title><content type='html'>This blog was started as a place for me to gripe about anything I wanted to.  Now too many people who know me know the address and I'm not sure I feel comfortable writing personal things about myself here anymore.  I'm a private person and I feel that not everyone is entitled to my inner most thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I'll be blogging very much any more.  At least not about anything important anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113743753813805620?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113743753813805620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113743753813805620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113743753813805620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113743753813805620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='to blog or not to blog'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113687188920969134</id><published>2006-01-10T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:46:11.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sodok-who?</title><content type='html'>I have however become mildly addicted to the number puzzle called &lt;a href="http://www.websudoku.com/"&gt;Sodoku&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a nifty thing that will occupy a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113687188920969134?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113687188920969134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113687188920969134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113687188920969134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113687188920969134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/01/sodok-who.html' title='Sodok-who?'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113627509596759015</id><published>2006-01-03T02:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T02:58:16.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Year in Review</title><content type='html'>Spent New Years Eve with they boy and friends at Montana West with a few hundred other people.  Rung in the new year with a fabulous kiss that started before the countdown was over. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I resolved to never make any more resolutions, and I'm sticking to that.  So instead here are a few of my favorites of 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murder of the Angels - Caitlin R. Kiernan.  (Although written in 2004 I read it in 2005) A fantastically weird book that introduced me to this author.  I spent the rest of the year trying to catch up with past books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince - J. K. Rowling.  Another amazing book in the HP series.  It answered a lot of questions and left me with a few new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alta and Sanctuary - Mercedes Lackey.  Anything by this author is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Exorcism  of Emily Rose - I'm always fascinated by religion in movies and this movie reminded me of movies like Stigmata and the Order.  Great creepy factor too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella Man - I just love looking at Russell Crowe, but this movie was great for all kinds of reasons.  What a great story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Smith - Two hot people chasing each other around and shooting things up.  Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March of the Penguins - Appeals to the National Geographic in me.  And who doesn't love baby penguins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantine - Once again, this falls under my liking of different views on religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin City - This thing has Quentin Tarantino written all over it.  Which in this case is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien vs Predator - Nothing will ever be as good as the original movies, but this one is a whole lot better than the last two Alien movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disturbed - Ten Thousand Fists.  The metal album of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh.  Can't think of any other CDs that came out this year that I was impressed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well... that be my year in review.  Hope 2006 is as good as 2005 was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113627509596759015?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113627509596759015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113627509596759015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113627509596759015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113627509596759015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2006/01/year-in-review.html' title='Year in Review'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113566134035476741</id><published>2005-12-26T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T00:29:00.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My goodness how time does fly.  So here is a recap of the past two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day of the trial I got so ill that I spend the third quarter of the day hoping I didn't throw up on the carpet.  I spoke to the woman who takes care of the jury and she spoke to the Judge who decided that I should be sent home and retired from the jury.  I was upset at missing the end of the trial but yet was quite happy that I was at home when I fianlly threw up.  I spent that night and the next morning really sick and by the end of Thursay I was fine.  Thank goodness it was over quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days later (Sunday) the boy and I went to New York City and spent the day walking around looking at the stores.  We saw Time Square and the Statue of Liberty.  We also saw the tree.  It was awesome.  So many lights, at night it was so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, then came the chaos that was Christmas.  I spent one day shopping, thank goodness I got most of my gift shopping dome in Florida.  Then I spent the rest of my time at Wegmans making shrimp trays.  I work two overnights and went home Christmas Eve morning very tired.  I got four hours sleep then got up and decorated the tree with the family and had dinner.  I then met the boy at a dinner after he had gotten out of church with his family.  We all then headed over to his Uncle's house and hung out for a while.  Christmas day was spent hopping from house to house, seeing friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy gave me some great gifts.  He got me movie posters of all my favorite movies and a beautiful Amy Brown ornament.  It was a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113566134035476741?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113566134035476741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113566134035476741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113566134035476741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113566134035476741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-goodness-how-time-does-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113445673148765432</id><published>2005-12-13T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T01:53:53.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog will now come to order.</title><content type='html'>I have been selected to be a juror in a civil case.  And nerd that I am, I'm pretty excited about it.  I've never even been called for jury duty, so this is a new experience for me.  The case will probably go until Thursday if not longer.  But I'm not supposed to talk about the details until after the trial.  So until then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113445673148765432?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113445673148765432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113445673148765432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113445673148765432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113445673148765432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-blog-will-now-come-to-order.html' title='This blog will now come to order.'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113393084565382400</id><published>2005-12-06T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:47:25.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Swing</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am home safely.  It was a long and sort of torturous ride home in the truck.  We Left Friday morning and hit Daytona beach around noon.  We walked along the beach and then hit yet another Harley dealer where I finally found my shoes.  I've been looking for these shoes for months.  After that stop we just kept driving.  We stopped around 9:30 pm and spent the night at South of the Border, a tourist trap somewhere along I-95.  We woke up early and were back in the car by 7.  You have no idea how hard it was getting back into the truck knowing I still had between 8 and 10 hours more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we made it and I'm happy to be home, but not happy to be back at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I get the motivation I will post some pictures from my vacation.  Some, not all.  I think I took almost 200 pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those persons that I did not immediately call when I got home, I am sorry.  I was just so happy to be home I kinda forgot about everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113393084565382400?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113393084565382400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113393084565382400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113393084565382400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113393084565382400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-in-swing.html' title='Back in the Swing'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113344979377850072</id><published>2005-12-01T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T10:17:04.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Days 9, 10 and 11</title><content type='html'>Well, we didn't go to Key West.  Instead we went to Clearwater and walked along the beach there.  I finally went into the water, it was cold, but I was wearing my swimming suit this time and was determined to go in.  After we left the beach we drove around and found another Harley dealer.  When we had gone the other day I had fallen in love with a shirt that the store around here had.  Unfortunately they didn't have it in my size.  But the store that we went to near Clearwater did, so I of course got it.  We stopped for dinner and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was our last day at Disney.  We started at Animal Kingdom and finished up everything that we didn't do.  We went through Dino land which was really cool and saw a few other things we hadn't.  Then we hopped parks and went back to MGM.  The boy didn't get to do his stunt show when we went with his parents so we made sure he saw it.  We rode the Tower of Terror again, the Rockin' Rollercoaster and Muppit's 3D again too.  We walked around for a while and then went to Fantasmic again. All in all it was a great four days at Disney World.  After we left Disney we went over to meet his parents who were at City Walk Universal Studios.  The night life part of Universal.  The boy and I saw Harry Potter 4, which I loved, regardless of the butchering of the book and his parents saw walk the line.  Then we walked along and went into a few of the bars there.  They were all dead, it was a Tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went for a swamp boat ride.  It was so cool.  I finally got to see my Alligators in the wild and I got some good pictures of them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the boy and I are going to wander around Orlando.  There were some shops we had seen that we wanted to go to, so we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably be leaving for home sometime tomorrow.  We are going to make our way slowly back up the coast, so it might take us until Sunday to get home, but I'm hoping for sometime Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113344979377850072?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113344979377850072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113344979377850072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113344979377850072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113344979377850072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/12/vacation-days-9-10-and-11.html' title='Vacation Days 9, 10 and 11'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113315091793308339</id><published>2005-11-27T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:08:37.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Days 7 (part 2) and 8</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I said I was going shopping, and boy did I.  We went to downtown Disney where I found tons of stuff I wanted and bought a few Christmas presents for family.  Then we went to one of the Harley Davidson shops that are down here.  I got a lot of stuff for myself there.  I now own jeans that say Harley Davidson on the butt.  And I didn't even find the shoes that I wanted.  Oh well, I guess I'll look when we go to the big Harley store in Orlando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the boy and I rested for a while and then went for a drive to Daytona Beach where I got to walk in the sand and pick up some seashells.  &lt;strong&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/strong&gt; we rested a little too long and got there right before the tide was coming in.  So tomorrow we should be heading either for Key West(todays original plan that got changed) or Clearwater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113315091793308339?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113315091793308339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113315091793308339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113315091793308339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113315091793308339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/11/vacation-days-7-part-2-and-8.html' title='Vacation Days 7 (part 2) and 8'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113301442314136574</id><published>2005-11-26T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T09:13:43.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Days 5, 6 and 7</title><content type='html'>On Thursday the boy and I started our day in Epcot.  It was interesting and there were a few good rides, but most of it was different countries with all kinds of little shops.  It was not something he and I were interested in. So we did what we wanted there and hopped over to Animal Kingdom.  That was much cooler.  It was a little like Busch Gardens.  A kind of theme park zoo.  Unfortunilty we didn't realize that Animal Kingdom closed earlier than the other parks, so when everything started shutting down we hopped over to Magic Kingdom.  We rode Space Mountain and saw the Tiki Room.  We finished both of those with enough time to see the lights parade (very cool) and the fireworks display (also very cool).  When we got home we were exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the boy, myself, his parents, and his aunt and uncle all piled into the truck to go to Disney's MGM.  We had a great time there.  We did the Tower of Terror, the Star Wars adventure and Muppets 3D.  Plus a whole lot more than I can remember.  Then when MGM started to get busy we hopped over to Magic Kingdom where we did Space Mountain AGAIN,the Tiki Room AGAIN and the Thunder Mountain ride.  We left Magic Kingdom and hopped back to MGM just in time to see Fantasmic.  I can not describe how cool that was.  A live show with acting, movie clips and fireworks.  After that we came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the boys are going to the Good Guys car show and the girls are going shopping.  YIPPIE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113301442314136574?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113301442314136574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113301442314136574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113301442314136574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113301442314136574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/11/vacation-days-5-6-and-7.html' title='Vacation Days 5, 6 and 7'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113279908249184555</id><published>2005-11-23T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T21:24:42.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day #5</title><content type='html'>Today was Magic Kingdom day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did so much, I can't believe how much we got done.  We went early and rode all the rides we wanted to before noon.  The longest we had to wait was only 20 minutes.  We went on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space Mountain&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;The Haunted Mansion&lt;br /&gt;Jungle Cruise&lt;br /&gt;The Enchanted Tiki Room&lt;br /&gt;Swiss Family Treehouse&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrowland Transit Authority&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney's Carousel of Progress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't go on all the rides but we went on enough and like I said we barely waited for anything.  We also had really expensive burgers and fries.  And I got my picture taken with Mickey.  We shopped a lot, but I tried not to spend too much money but there was a sweatshirt I couldn't resist.  Oh, and we watched a parade too.  I got a lot of cool pictures from that one.  Even though I know there are three other parks to go too, and I want to do them, I wouldn't mind spending another day in the Magic Kingdom.  It was a lot of fun.  The boy and I had a great time today.  Tomorrow we head for Epcot.  Boy are my feet going to be tired by the end of this vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113279908249184555?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113279908249184555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113279908249184555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113279908249184555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113279908249184555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/11/vacation-day-5.html' title='Vacation Day #5'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113270820996389290</id><published>2005-11-22T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T20:10:10.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day #4</title><content type='html'>Once again the boy and I were up and ready to go by 8:30 but were not able to leave the house for some time because of everybody else.  Thank goodness it's just he and I going to Disney or we wouldn't get there until they close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to the Kennedy Space Center and were unable to see everything because we got there a little late.  (see above)  But the tickets we bought yesterday were good for two consecutive days so we decided to go back today.  One of the things the boys dad wanted to see was Choppers Inc. Choppers Inc. is where Billy Lane builds his motorcycles.  His shop is located in Miami so we went there first.  It was a long ride on the motorcycles but it was a good  ride too.  It was a little  bit more cold than it had been the other day but with my sweater I was fine.  The boys aunt and uncle, who reside in Florida were bundled up like they were ready for a blizzard.  The shop was cool, we actually got to see Billy working away listening to his Ipod.  I wonder what was on his Ipod?  I didn't buy anything though, if i'm going to pay $30 for a t-shirt it's going to say Harley Davidson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to lunch at a place called Coconuts.  I had a lobster crab and shrimp wrap, it was ok, but I make better lobster and shrimp salad at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At long last we arrived back at the Kennedy Space Center and entered the astronauts Hall of Fame.  It was interesting, but I expected to see a bigger display for the Challenger Spaceshuttle.  In one part of the building there was a place with different experiments.  One of the things was a ride that put you through G forces.  The ride was a flight simulator and it went up to 4 Gs.  And I foolishly went on it.  There was a time when something like this would not have bothered me, but I have apparently grown older and near the end of the ride I was having a hard time breathing and got quite nauseated.  Because of my sinuses my balance is usually off and when I stepped out of the ride I couldn't walk strait.  But I'm happy to report I did not throw up.  Yeah me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home was a might bit chilly, but we are now home safe and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the boy and I plan on going to Disney, so we'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113270820996389290?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113270820996389290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113270820996389290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113270820996389290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113270820996389290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/11/vacation-day-4.html' title='Vacation Day #4'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113262402820162694</id><published>2005-11-21T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T20:47:08.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day #3</title><content type='html'>Today, with the threat of thunderstorms we decided to put off Disney and go to the Kennedy Space Center.  Even though the boy and I were up early - yes you read that right I was out of bed before 8 - we did not leave the house until 11.  It would seem the other people in the house think that because they are on vacation they should get to sleep in.  Oy what wierd people.  Also because of the threat of the coming storm we decided not to take the bikes and instead all pilled into one of the many trucks down here.  In any case it was an interesting experience.  Space is not really my topic of choice but it was interesting seeing the launch pad and seeing the loader they use to transport the shuttle to the launch pad.  We also saw a pretty cool 3D Imax movie, lots of things jumping off of the screen.  Other than that it seemed like a bunch of stuff that looked a lot like the stuff at the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum.  I hear the sounds of a table being set and I smell something that resembles food.  So I will hit the road for another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113262402820162694?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113262402820162694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113262402820162694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113262402820162694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113262402820162694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/11/vacation-day-3.html' title='Vacation Day #3'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113253339181413238</id><published>2005-11-20T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T19:36:31.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day #2</title><content type='html'>After a very long car ride (19 hours) we arrived in sunny Florida.  It was 25 degrees in PA and was 80 degrees when we arrived.  We went to a wedding last night, no one we knew, just someone that the boy's aunt and uncle were DJing for.  This morning we got up and set out for a very long Harley ride.  I don't know what time we left I didn't even look.  I'm on vacation, why should I care what time it was/is?  I am already sunburned.  I brought sunscreen but forgot to put it on.  Luckily one of the riders that was with us has spf 30 that I could use.  Her daughter is allergic to aloe too, so she didn't think it unusual that I was.  I saw a lot of places I wanted to stop like Daytona Beach and the Kennedy Space Center but we were riding with a large group of people and couldn't just stop whenever or wherever we wanted.  At the end of the ride it started to rain but it wasn't too bad.  There is and 80 percent chance of rain tomorrow so I don't know what we'll do.  But I'm sure we'll find something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113253339181413238?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113253339181413238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113253339181413238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113253339181413238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113253339181413238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/11/vacation-day-2.html' title='Vacation Day #2'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113200932484849677</id><published>2005-11-14T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T18:12:39.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock and the door will open.</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness... two blogs in one day... NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, it's true.  I had to share these guys with you.  A little birdy named &lt;a href="http://www.knottymouse.blogspot.com"&gt;Mouse&lt;/a&gt;(??) told me that Hot Topic had the Door Knockers... yes THE door knockers from Labyrinth.  And I just had to have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v162/dragonofthesidhe/doorscopy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also obtained a Labyrinth T-shrit as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I'm in nerd heaven right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113200932484849677?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113200932484849677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113200932484849677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113200932484849677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113200932484849677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/11/knock-and-door-will-open.html' title='Knock and the door will open.'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113198662948063737</id><published>2005-11-14T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T11:43:49.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wagons! Southwest!</title><content type='html'>Song:  Breathe (2am) - Anna Nalick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is going on in my life?  Well, a little bit of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend the boy and I went four wheeling.  There were quite a few of us this time and no injuries to speak of.  However, one of the guys that went with us brought his girlfriend.  Normally I wouldn't care, it's nice having another girl along.  Except this girl apparently did not know what she was getting into and spent most of the day complaining (loudly and often) about all of the dirt and mud. - "Oh my god, it's going to take a week to get all of this dirt out of my pores."   ::::much eye rolling here:::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week was rather  un noteworthy except for a friends birthday dinner at the Texas Road House.  I've never been there, it's quite a journey for just food, but it was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend the boy and I spent at the cabin with his parents.  Unfortunately I spent most of those days trying to remember how to breathe.  My asthma kicked in and left me feeling like a had a person sitting on my lungs.  I had felt myself starting to get sick on Thursday and started popping echinatia and vitamin C.  Well it seems like the cold almost past me by, but then decided to settle in my lungs.  At this point I feel like I'm getting over a cold that I never had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get over this cold NOW.  Friday night the boy and I are leaving for a two week vacation in Florida.  We will be staying with his Aunt and Uncle who live down there.  We are going to go to Disney and hopefully do a swamp boat tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To much to do to be sitting here for too long.&lt;br /&gt;Bye now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113198662948063737?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113198662948063737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113198662948063737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113198662948063737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113198662948063737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/11/wagons-southwest.html' title='Wagons! Southwest!'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113151792345703422</id><published>2005-11-09T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T01:32:03.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I worry.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get upset.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I worry and get upset about things that I know I don't need to.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm really selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think about walking away from everyone and everything I know.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I get scared about losing the ones I love.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I look with green eyes and see things that aren't there.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm as pig headed as they come.&lt;br /&gt;Some days I just want to hide under the covers.&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wonder why life is so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why love make things so damn complicated?&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I know I'm where my heart will always be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113151792345703422?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113151792345703422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113151792345703422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113151792345703422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113151792345703422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/11/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113082823934676728</id><published>2005-11-01T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T02:00:52.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Song:  Beverly Hills - Weezer&lt;br /&gt;Quote:  You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. - A quote from Star Wars a New Hope, restated by a pirate at the PA Renascence Festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a busy weekend.  It started with a Halloween parade on Thursday, trick or treating on Friday, the Eastern State Penitentiary on Saturday (yes we made it) and the Pennsylvania Renascence Festival on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, the boy and his parents all went to the Halloween parade, and even though the parade was really long, (over three hours) we had fun.  I spent Trick or Treat night giving out candy to the wee ones, and not so wee ones, with me mum on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night the boy and two friends rushed to Philadelphia in order to go through the Eastern State Penitentiary.  What a let down.  It's a real prison set up to be a Haunted Prison.  The real prison looked so much more interesting than what we saw.  We all decided we wanted to go back for the historical tour sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Sunday morning we all got up early to go to the (said in an old English accent) Pennsylvania Renascence Festival.  All but one of us (the boy) got dressed up for the event, so he took the picture of us.  That's me there on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v162/dragonofthesidhe/DSCF05963.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a really great time.  It was the last day of the festival for the season, and it seemed like the actors enjoyed themselves as much as the audience.  Although I think that by next year I'm going to try to put together a pirate costume.  I think that would be a wee bit more comfortable than the corset I was wearing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113082823934676728?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113082823934676728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113082823934676728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113082823934676728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113082823934676728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/11/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-113012553831681519</id><published>2005-10-23T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T22:45:38.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how do I look?</title><content type='html'>Ta Da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new look for my blog.  Yes I did get bored enough to change it.  I'm not sure if I like it.  It's kind of got a rainy feel to it.  Of course it goes with the weather we've had around here lately.  I had originally intended for all of the gray to be white, but that was rather harsh on the eyes so I grayed it down.  Now it's easy to read, but it looks gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately rain ruined our plans for Saturday night.  A group of friends were supposed to go to the &lt;a href="http://www.easternstate.org"&gt;Eastern State Penitentiary&lt;/a&gt; for their haunted prison tour.  But it was raining so hard that no one (except me) wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course by the morning the sun was out, so the boy took me for a Harley ride.  A very chilly Harley ride, but a ride none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now I leave you with my new look.  Hope you enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-113012553831681519?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113012553831681519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=113012553831681519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113012553831681519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/113012553831681519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-do-i-look.html' title='how do I look?'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-112969965299765165</id><published>2005-10-19T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T00:27:33.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooky Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Quote:  Hubba-hubba-wha? - Kermit the frog&lt;br /&gt;Who are these weird people? - Sam the Eagle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I have been yelled at for my lack of blogging.  Apparently people actually read this thing.  Who'da thunk it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that my wonderful soft top for my jeep was not designed for the torrential downpour that we had last week.  I think I must have shop-vaced almost three gallons of water out of my jeep last Sunday.  And that was only after two days of rain.  For the rest of the week we still had rain and my car never did dry right.  Now there is a little bit of a smell.  Hopefully it will be gone before I put the hard top back on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 28th birthday came and went without much of a bang.  My list of gifts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An iPod&lt;br /&gt;The Muppet Show Season One on DVD&lt;br /&gt;Fraggle Rock Season One on DVD&lt;br /&gt;Hot Topic Gift Card&lt;br /&gt;Two art Dragon books by Bob Eggleton&lt;br /&gt;2006 Pressed Faeries Calendar signed by Brian Froud&lt;br /&gt;Two Dragon Statues&lt;br /&gt;An Faerie painting by a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween festivities have already begun.  Last Saturday the boy, myself and a friend went to Shocktoberfest.  We had a great time.  The boy and I don't get scared, so it was nice to go with someone who did.  This weekend we are going to The Eastern State Penitentiary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-112969965299765165?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/112969965299765165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=112969965299765165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112969965299765165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112969965299765165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/10/spooky-thoughts.html' title='Spooky Thoughts'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-112833024971949359</id><published>2005-10-03T04:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T04:07:08.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The road less traveled</title><content type='html'>CD:  Ten Thousand Fists - Disturbed&lt;br /&gt;Quote:  But then one day a really strange feeling came over me.  My feet got real itchy, and I couldn't sit still, and I began to see the road in my dreams. ... That road.  Out there.  I saw it stretch out before me, and at the end I saw high mountains with snow on their peaks and green valleys covered with wildflowers and dark spooky forest cities with high walls and castles shining in the sun, vast seas with foam flecked waves.  The dreams were wonderful, and when I woke up and found myself surrounded by four walls, I was so sad I'd almost burst out crying. - Brothers in Arms, Weis and Perrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend started with a haunted hayride.  The boy's parents invited us to go with them.  Basically it was a group of people going on a private hayride.  We went somewhere out into the wilderness and got on this hay truck.  The truck took us through all these back roads and we ended up at a bar where we all had dinner.  Then we got back onto the hay truck and wend driving.  We ended up at another bar and by this time most of the adults on the ride were drunk.  Oh yes, did I fail to mention that these people also brought their own alcohol?  So there were some very drunk people.  And some bratty kids, but that's beside the point.  After the last bar the wagon drove us around a little and then took us back to our cars.  The only problem was that I was freezing.  This journey was kind of a surprise to me and I was not fully prepared for how cold it was going to be.  But the whole night was actually a lot of fun.  I got to cuddle with my boy in the cold air and it was quite funny watching all of these people get drunk.  When we finally got back to the boys house it was after midnight.  I laid down, fully dressed, on his bed and fell asleep long before he got out of the shower.  I woke up around 5 and got ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we woke up around noon and decided to go for a drive.  We headed north and just kept going.  About three hours into the trip we decided to head for the ocean.  So we headed east to Jersey.  For some odd reason we could not get to the ocean.  We drove all around New Jersey, and boy let me tell you how wonderful that was.  We missed an exit and ended up driving through Newark airport.  We kept joking as to whether we should be incoming or departing, national or international flights.  We then somehow found ourselves looking at the New York skyline.  Oh did I mention that this trip was complicated by the fact that neither one of us brought any cash with us and we didn't even have enough money to pay toll fees?  Eventually it started getting late and dark.  We couldn't really see the map anymore so we had to turn around and find a highway we knew so we could get back home.  We never did find the ocean.  We did however accomplish our goal of taking a long drive and wasting a tank of gas.  Oh and we had fun.  Of course after seven hours of driving, my butt was not very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with a picture of the NY skyline, a NJ road sign, and clearly visible bug smudges on my windshield.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v162/dragonofthesidhe/DSCF05952.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-112833024971949359?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/112833024971949359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=112833024971949359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112833024971949359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112833024971949359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/10/road-less-traveled.html' title='The road less traveled'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-112796829333617660</id><published>2005-09-28T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T23:31:33.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>grumble grumble grumble</title><content type='html'>Argue argue argue... that is all these people ever do.  You'd think patrons of a library would be... I don't know... more agreeable?  But apparently not.  Last night every fine was disputed: &lt;br /&gt;"I've never had an overdue item in my life".&lt;br /&gt;Yea, and if I had a dollar for every time I've heard that.&lt;br /&gt;People argued with me over rules that have been in place since before I worked there.  I had a woman "not argue" with me for ten minutes about our limit rule.  She stood there and even though she argued with everything I said she kept insisting she wasn't arguing.  She was mad because we limited the number of books on a subject that she could take out.  Her daughter had a report to do and couldn't understand that there might be some other person who might need books on that subject.&lt;br /&gt;Woman:  "I've been coming to the library for 20 years and had never seen that rule or you for that matter any of the times I've been here."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Well I'm sorry ma'am but that rule has been like that since I started here and I've been working here for eleven years.  Unfortunately there is no one else here tonight who has worked here as long as I have to back me up on this."&lt;br /&gt;She also wouldn't hear that her daughter could use other sources for her report like the internet.  She swore that she would get a lower grade if she used the internet.  Myself and another employee said that we had both been honor roll students in high school and on the dean's list in college and we both used internet sources.  Somewhere along this non-argument argument this women asked me what exactly my degree was in and when I told her I graduated with a degree in 3d design and computer animation with a 3.85 GPA, she seemed to get quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Why do people always have to argue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-112796829333617660?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/112796829333617660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=112796829333617660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112796829333617660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112796829333617660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/09/grumble-grumble-grumble.html' title='grumble grumble grumble'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-112785479139576320</id><published>2005-09-27T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T23:32:01.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Name Game</title><content type='html'>Due to the fact that I was accosted for a name for my griffon this morning I'm here to let everyone know that his name is Fizgig.  The name was taken from the movie "The Dark Crystal".  Now that that is out of the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Celtic Classic this weekend.  Twice.  Once with the boy on Saturday night and the second time was Sunday for most of the evening with some friends.  Unfortunately I had hoped to spend a very quiet day with the boy, but the call came in for him to make some money and who am I to say no to that.  Especially considering that I told the boy that this year he had to buy me a birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies watched:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longest Yard - I'm not an Adam Sandlar fan, but I did enjoy this movie.  It probably had more to do with all the wrestlers that were in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Muppets Wizard of Oz - Who doesn't love the muppets??  However, not only do I miss the sound of Jim Henson's voice as Kermit but now it seems that Frank Oz is no longer the voice of Miss Piggy or Fozzy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-112785479139576320?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/112785479139576320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=112785479139576320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112785479139576320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112785479139576320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/09/name-game.html' title='Name Game'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-112722645449050399</id><published>2005-09-20T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T09:28:41.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep and Movies</title><content type='html'>I wish I could say my life has been terribly exciting and adventurous these past few weeks and that is why I have not been blogging.  Unfortunately that is not the case.  ::::said in a whiny voice::::  "I just don't feel like it."  So to quickly get everyone all caught up in what I've been doing these past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy and I went off roading two weekends ago.  I was able to get some awesome footage of the boy jumping my tracker.  However due to camera malfunctions I lost most of the pictures and video.  I'm also out one memory card for my camera.  I can't get the stupid thing to read or take pictures anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend the boy and I went up to his parent's cabin in the woods.  There is something about going up there that makes a person extremely lazy.  All the boy and I did was sleep.   We went to bed around 10 pm and woke up around 10 am.  Then we were so tired from all of our sleeping, we decided to take a two hour nap around 2pm.  At least he got his truck washed; I on the other hand, accomplished nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of our time, we normally spend it hanging out with some friends and watching movies.  Movies we've watched:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin City - Very good.  Recommended to anyone who likes any Quinton Tarantino movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahara - Another good action flic with the gorgeous Matthew McConaughey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat Woman - Decent fun.  Nothing to take seriously though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cellular - Good suspense film, with that cool guy from The Transporter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-112722645449050399?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/112722645449050399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=112722645449050399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112722645449050399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112722645449050399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/09/sleep-and-movies.html' title='Sleep and Movies'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-112606799654814856</id><published>2005-09-06T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:39:56.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v162/dragonofthesidhe/DSCF05442copy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my new pet griffon.  He followed me home from the renaissance festival on Sunday and I decided to keep him.  He hasn't told me his name yet, so I'm just being patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really good weekend.  I went to the fair on Friday, saw Tim McGraw in concert at the fair on Saturday, went shopping with friends on Sunday and went to the renaissance fest on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy and I were invited to the ren fair by some friends.  I had never been to one and I really wanted to go.  It was not something the boy wanted to do, but he went because I wanted to go.  Amazingly he had a really good time.  I think he was surprised too because he kept saying on the ride home "I had fun today".  I was really into it, I got dressed up.  Unfortunately, even though I own a lot of renaissance type clothing, most of the clothes are made of velvet and are quite warm.  I ended up buying a cheap peasant shirt to change into because I was so hot.  Then I bought my furry friend.  So I ended up spending a lot of money that I don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in buying a furry friend of your own, visit &lt;a href="http://www.imaginariumgalleries.com/"&gt;Imaginarium Galleries.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-112606799654814856?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/112606799654814856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=112606799654814856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112606799654814856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112606799654814856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-new-pet.html' title='My New Pet'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-112478219217470004</id><published>2005-08-23T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T13:07:29.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>living room songbird</title><content type='html'>Quote:  Look dude, I'm happy for you.  You be gay.   It's a good thing. Unfortunately I've got my own shit to take care of.  So ah, best of luck.  Yeah! Go gay!  And I'll see ya.  - Cursed&lt;br /&gt;Song:  Call me Al - Paul Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, bad blogger.  It would seem that the only time I am a faithful blogger is when I should be doing school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have read my blog before, you know that the boy is a karaoke fool.  We would go to the bars and I would sit with the boy's dad and watch while the boy and his mom would take turns singing.  And guaranteed, the question of "what are you singing?" came up every time.  His family even has a pretty expensive karaoke machine.  This whole thing is pretty big in his family.  Apparently it all started with his uncle, who passed it on to his wife, then the boys mom and so on.  But for more than a year I swore I wouldn't sing.  I wouldn't even sing on the home machine.  But his aunt, who lives in Florida, said that when she came to visit, she would get me to sing.  I swore I wouldn't.  It's not that I don't like singing, I sing with the radio all the time, or even that I don't have a good voice, but I don't like getting up in front of people and doing anything.  I was even in chorus in middle school, but I was surrounded by other people and I never did a solo.  When I was in college, it took me forever to get used to giving reports in front of class.  I get so nervous that my voice starts to shake and I forget to breathe.  And as I pointed out to the boy, breathing is pretty important while singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well two weeks ago his aunt and uncle came to visit.  His aunt brought her hundreds of karaoke CDs with her.  (She and his uncle used to do shows.)  I really like his aunt.  She's the first one in his family to completely understand my situation with my dad.  It seems she had the same sort of time with her parents.  She also has an amazing voice.  And on Sunday, it so happened that she and I ended up at the boy's house alone together.  The boy had gone on a quick errand and I hadn't wanted to go.  So I decided to sit in the living room and listen to his aunt sing.  She told me how she had never wanted to sing either and one day her hubby put her in for a song.  After a shot, she sang and got a pretty good round of applause from the bar.  From then on she was hooked.  And somehow, without her even asking, I said I would sing a song.  My first karaoke song was "Hard Luck Woman" a Kiss cover by Garth Brooks.  I did a couple more.  And somewhere along the way the boy got home and listened to me from the porch for a few songs and then made his appearance in the living room.  He was so happy; he had a great big grin.  And for the rest of the night we took turns singing with his aunt and his mom.&lt;br /&gt;It will take a very long time before I'm ready to move from the living room and sing in a bar.  If ever.  But for now, my boy is so happy that I'm singing at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-112478219217470004?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/112478219217470004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=112478219217470004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112478219217470004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112478219217470004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/08/living-room-songbird.html' title='living room songbird'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-112348788285709852</id><published>2005-08-08T02:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T02:58:02.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame on me</title><content type='html'>Song: Mother - Danzig&lt;br /&gt;Quote:&lt;br /&gt;Shannon Hamilton: You wanna say something? &lt;br /&gt;Brodie: Yeah. About a million things, but I can't express myself monosyllabically enough for you to understand it all.&lt;br /&gt;- Mallrats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.  Shame on me, I haven't blogged for almost two weeks.  Once again, it's not like my life has been boring, it's just I haven't been at the computer for great lengths at a time recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday went to New Hope with my boy.  We had been invited on Friday by some friends.  I was supposed to work and the boy had the day off.  I had intended to go to work, really I did, but at 6:30 am Saturday morning I decided to call off.  I'm really glad I did.  I spent way too much money and at the end of the month when the bills start rolling in, I'll regret it, but for now I had a great time.  Actually all I bought were two tops, but they were both rather expensive.  We also all went out to dinner while we were there, so that added some expense too.  We left at 10 am and didn't get back until 10 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning the boy and I slept until 11, got up for a little while and then took a nap.  We went over to his cousin's house for dinner and a movie.  "Alexander", some hottie guys but not really a good movie.  And because we had such a strenuous day, I am now having a hard time falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I get up early enough I might go see "March of the penguins".  I'll go by myself cuz it's not really a movie the boy would enjoy.  Plus I like going to the movies by myself and it would be a treat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-112348788285709852?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/112348788285709852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=112348788285709852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112348788285709852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112348788285709852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/08/shame-on-me.html' title='Shame on me'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-112244530858505085</id><published>2005-07-27T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T01:21:48.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Finished</title><content type='html'>I just finished Harry Potter.  I will not ruin the book for anyone who has not read it, but it is common knowledge that someone dies in this book.  And I must say, I have not been so saddened by the death of a character since Tanis died in Dragons of Summer Flame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-112244530858505085?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/112244530858505085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=112244530858505085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112244530858505085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112244530858505085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally-finished.html' title='Finally Finished'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-112189949137959073</id><published>2005-07-20T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T17:44:51.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>So my boy cut his gorgeous long blond hair.  He called me and teased me about it today because he knows how much I didn't want him to cut it.  I haven't seen it yet and I'm afraid to, because I know he buzzed it all off.  A few of my friends asked me how he would feel if I threatened to cut off all of my hair and I had to tell them truthfully that I had a long time ago already suggested that to him and he told me I could do whatever I wanted to my hair because he loved me and not my hair.  Awww how sweet right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe someone else can explain his logic to me, because I don't get it.  The reason he cut his hair was so he wouldn't have to wear a hat to keep his hair out of his face.  However he cut his hair so short that he now has to wear the hat to keep his head from burning in the sun.  Does this make sense to anyone??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-112189949137959073?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/112189949137959073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=112189949137959073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112189949137959073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112189949137959073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/07/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-112175107503741600</id><published>2005-07-19T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T00:31:15.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently Reading</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I'm too busy reading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.  &lt;br /&gt;I spent a quiet weekend at the boy's parents cabin.  I was able to read a little but I didn't get as much reading done as I wanted so I'm off to read now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-112175107503741600?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/112175107503741600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=112175107503741600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112175107503741600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112175107503741600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/07/currently-reading.html' title='Currently Reading'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-112121790698222812</id><published>2005-07-12T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T20:25:06.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a girl!!!!</title><content type='html'>My niece just had a baby girl!  &lt;br /&gt;That means I'm a great aunt.  And my mother is a great-grandmother.  I'm not sure I'm old enough to be a great aunt.  Well I guess that's what happens when my niece is only six years younger than I am.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this means my sister doesn't have to return all of the pink clothing they bought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-112121790698222812?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/112121790698222812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=112121790698222812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112121790698222812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112121790698222812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a girl!!!!'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-112114822859509621</id><published>2005-07-12T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T01:03:48.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ooops I did it again</title><content type='html'>So I rolled another vehicle.  This time it was the four wheeler.  We went out four wheeling on Sunday and all was going great until I came to a hill.  Now I'm not terribly fond of hills to begin with; especially since the whole rolling the tracker thing.  But I've never really liked heights either so that might have something to do with it too.  In any case this hill we got to wasn't really that steep.  What made it difficult was the rut that ran right down the right of it, along with all the rocks that jutted out of it.  So the boy goes down the hill on his dirt bike first.  He gets off to talk me through it.  Well, I got the left tire stuck on the rock and apparently (according to the boy) I turned the wheel the wrong way and ended up running out of suspension.  (Exactly the same thing that happened with the tracker.)  After that, everything just started to go down hill fast.  (little joke there)  There was a split second when I knew what was going to happen and I braced myself for impact.  Basically I curled up into a ball and went with it.  I wish I could say I knew what I was doing but it was just animal instinct to protect my head.  And it was a good thing I did.  The boy said if I hadn't tucked my head in the way I did, it would have been smashed between the steering wheel and the ground.  (no I wasn't wearing a helmet and I don't want any lectures thank you)  And then that horrible little rut that started this whole thing saved me.  When I rolled with the four wheeler I landed in that rut and that's what kept the weight of the four wheeler off of me.  I ended up with some bad road rash on my back, shoulders, and elbows.  I have a bruise on my hip and the back of my head from where they hit the ground and two of my fingers are banged up from where the handlebar landed and slightly crushed them.  But all in all, things could have been a lot worse.  Apparently the little angel that keeps watch over me was there again on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I scared the living hell out of the boy.  He who never wears any protective gear of any kind, on any vehicle and has never asked me to wear any, has asked me to please wear a helmet the next time we go; for him.  So I will.  Because he wasn't the only one who got the shit scared out of him.  I did however make him proud when a few minutes after the crash, I climbed back onto the four wheeler and kept on going.  He told me he knew a lot of guys, who if they had taken a fall like that would never have gotten back on.  I got back on for two reasons: one, if I hadn't gotten back on then, I might never have and two, we were in the middle of nowhere with no one to spare to drive the four wheeler back to the truck.  That and we were headed to Wal-Mart anyway and the thought of a real bathroom to clean my wounds was very appealing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course when we got home I could at least say that this time I didn't hit my chin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-112114822859509621?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/112114822859509621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=112114822859509621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112114822859509621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112114822859509621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/07/ooops-i-did-it-again.html' title='ooops I did it again'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-112088802588641559</id><published>2005-07-09T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T00:48:25.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unanswered Prayers</title><content type='html'>So it finally happened.  I ran into him.&lt;a href="http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_indistinctmusings_archive.html"&gt; (11/15 old ghosts)&lt;/a&gt;  It was kinda weird because I was thinking about him today; not in a missing him kind of way but more of an old memories way.  I and a bunch of friends from work decided to go bowling tonight.  And of course the boy went along.  We got to the bowling alley, got our shoes and sat down at the lane.  As I'm putting my shoes on, I look up and there he is sitting at the table at the lane right next to us.  I couldn't believe it.  I looked at one of my girlfriends (one who knew the whole story) and said "look who's behind us".  She was just as shocked to see him as I was.  But that was all I felt, surprise at seeing him.  I went over to him, said hi and hugged him.  And I felt nothing.  I won't lie and say it wasn't a little weird having him there but that's all it was, was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He) was the one that I'd wanted for all times &lt;br /&gt;And each night I'd spend praying that God would make (him) mine &lt;br /&gt;And if he'd only grant me this wish I wished back then &lt;br /&gt;I'd never ask for anything again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers &lt;br /&gt;Remember when you're talking to the man upstairs &lt;br /&gt;That just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care &lt;br /&gt;Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as (he) walked away and I looked at my (life)&lt;br /&gt;And then and there I thanked the good Lord &lt;br /&gt;For the gifts in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Unanswered Prayers, Garth Brooks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-112088802588641559?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/112088802588641559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=112088802588641559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112088802588641559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/112088802588641559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/07/unanswered-prayers.html' title='Unanswered Prayers'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-111988867711233190</id><published>2005-06-27T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T11:11:17.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini - Vacation</title><content type='html'>Another wonderful day in DC.  Yes, I, the boy, and two of my friends once again ventured to Washington DC.  Learning from the last trip, we decided to leave all children at home and leave the night before.  The plan was to get a hotel right by the metro station the night before and the next morning, bright and early, take the metro into DC and see tons of stuff.  That was the plan.  And like the best laid plans of mice and men, it didn't quite work out that way.  We left around 10 pm.  In good traffic DC is about 3 hours away.  We made excellent time and got into DC around 1 am.  Where we tried to find a hotel.  Emphasis on tried.  We could not find a hotel in DC to save our lives.  And this wasn't even in downtown DC, this was on the outskirts.  So we had to backtrack a little ways down the highway and find a hotel there.  By the time we found one, it was 2:30 am.  We all shared a room; cheaper that way.  By the time everyone got settled it was after 3.  The boy had to take a shower because he hadn't taken one, so while my two friends were snoring away I was laying in bed listening to the shower, trying desperately to fall asleep.  I don't sleep well anywhere but in my own bed.  I can sleep at the boy's house, but not as well as at home.  So even after the boy crawled into bed I could not fall asleep.  He very quickly joined the others in their slumber.  (Sometimes I think he's got an on and off switch, he falls asleep so fast.)  I did finally fall asleep, but I didn't sleep very soundly.  We all woke up around 8 am, without the wake up call that we were supposed to get, and went down for the free breakfast that the hotel offered.  By the time everyone was showered and ready to go, it was 9:30.  To make a long story a little shorter, by the time we reached our first destination it was about 11 am.  The same time we got there the last time.&lt;br /&gt;We did a quick two hour tour of the zoo, and left for downtown DC.  We spent about 3 hours in the Smithsonian's Museum of Natural History.  This put us at 5 pm.  Everything in DC closes at 5:30 so we decided to walk around and see some more monuments.  We saw the Washington Monument, The World War II monument, The Lincoln Memorial, The Korean War Memorial, and The Vietnam Memorial. &lt;br /&gt;I had no intention of buying any souvenirs for myself, but I ended up having to buy a cheap t-shirt because my shoulders got so badly burned that I had to cover them up.  Yes, I tried to use sun block, but the only kind I could find that didn't have aloe in it was stuff my dad had from years ago, and it only had an SPF of 6.  Why does it matter if it has aloe in it you ask?  Because I'm allergic to it and I break out in itchy hives.  And I have already mistakenly used stuff that had aloe in it and I ended up with the aloe burned into my skin, because I burned anyway.  You don't even want to know how badly that itched.  (So if anyone has a brand of sun block that doesn't have aloe in it, with a high SPF, please let me know.)&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the day for me, was when the camera shy boy let a friend snap a few pictures of us in front of the Pennsylvania wall at the WWII monument.  I got tons of great pictures, but my favorite picture was one I didn't even take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v162/dragonofthesidhe/DSCF03422.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v162/dragonofthesidhe/uscopy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST PART OF THE DAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-111988867711233190?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/111988867711233190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=111988867711233190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111988867711233190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111988867711233190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/06/mini-vacation.html' title='Mini - Vacation'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-111941964344029756</id><published>2005-06-22T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T00:02:35.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me smile</title><content type='html'>1. The song "Should have been a cowboy" by Toby Keith.  Especially the line "go west young man, haven't you been told, California's full of whisky, women and gold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Knowing that the boys think of me as one of the boys, and yet still notice when I look pretty and smell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The boy reaching out for my hand while listening to the song "I'll try" by Alan Jackson.  "I'll try to love only you, and I'll try my best to be true..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Soft sheets, soft pillows, warm covers and air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Rambling voice mails from best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My brother bought a hat for my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Mini-vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Knowing that she knows that I know.  And that I let her know I knew in front of people who had no idea about what we were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. New book smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Funny redneck tan lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Russell Crowe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Russell Crowe in Cinderella Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Free deserts from friends who work in dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The Neverending Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Playing games on &lt;a href="http://www.pogo.com"&gt;Pogo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. And uh... Russell Crowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-111941964344029756?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/111941964344029756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=111941964344029756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111941964344029756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111941964344029756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/06/things-that-make-me-smile.html' title='Things that make me smile'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-111924016995608016</id><published>2005-06-19T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:02:49.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt;  Should Have Been a Cowboy - Toby Keith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote: &lt;/strong&gt; I can believe in a whole hell full of ghosts and goblins or a heaven full of angels before I can believe I'm better off being ignorant about anything. - Low Red Moon, by Caitlin R. Kiernan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn... boy am I tired.  And boy am I going to be sore tomorrow.  We went four wheeling again today, and I was at the wheel.  I somehow managed to smack my chin once again.  Now I have a bruise on the underside.  Doesn't look too bad though, you wouldn't notice it unless I pointed it out.  Right now my body is so tired but I can't get comfortable in bed so I decided to play on the computer.  I was actually trying to fall asleep at the boy's house, but I could not get comfy in his bed tonight, so I came home to my bed.  Sigh.  I really wish that my bed was big enough for the both of us.  Hell, his bed is barely big enough for the two of us and he's got a King.  Uh, kinda got off subject there.  My brain is apparently tired as well.  What was I talking about?  Oh yea, four wheeling.  We had a great time.  I was able to do more stuff this time, I was a lot more comfortable driving the four wheeler.  I still have a thing about going down hill.  I don't mind going up hills, I just don't like going down.  I wouldn't say I have a fear of heights, it's more a fear of falling from them.  LOL.  As long as I feel like I'm not going to fall, I don't mind heights, but if I'm standing on a drop that doesn't have a wall, I get scared.  So whenever I would go down a hill, I would look down and all I could think about was falling off the front of the four wheeler and going tumbling down the hill.  Or rolling the damn thing, cuz lord knows I've already rolled a car; seems to me a four wheeler would roll a lot easier than that.  Anyway, my favorite thing to do on the quad is to go all out on almost level ground.  I like going over the little whoop de do's too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn.  I think I'll try going to bed again.  I will however leave you will a great picture from last Saturday, when myself the boy and a few friends went to the bar to see Emily's Toybox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v162/dragonofthesidhe/01.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-111924016995608016?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/111924016995608016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=111924016995608016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111924016995608016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111924016995608016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-111881123535892726</id><published>2005-06-14T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T23:56:43.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Water</title><content type='html'>So, another week gone by.  Well a little more than a week, but who's counting?  What happened this week?  Well on Wednesday night my car got broken into.  Whoever did it was nice enough not to ruin my beautiful (expensive) soft top.  They just popped the snaps and undid the Velcro far enough so they could unlock the door.  I'm saying they because there have been a string of incidents in my neighborhood involving a gang of young men... so I'm just assuming.  They went through my glove compartment and my cup holders.  Now here is where it gets weird.  They didn't take the radio, they didn't take my easily removable speakers, the case of cds under the seat, or go through the center consol.  The did however take the little case of cds sitting in between the seats.  A case that was filled with burned cds that were so badly scratched none of them played completely through.   So, whoever did it, either got scared away before they could finish, did it just to prove they could, or were just really stupid crooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more cheerful news my Sunday with the boy was excellent.  We woke up late and didn't care and then spent another half hour in bed.  Wink wink.  When we finally got out of bed we headed off to &lt;a href="http://www.visitbushkillfalls.com"&gt;Bushkill PA.&lt;/a&gt;  I drove my jeep with the top back and the wind blowing through both our blond hair.  Actually I had my hair in a pony tail and the boy was wearing at hat, but you get the point.  When we got to the falls we went on our chosen trail... the red trail... the longest and most difficult trail they had.  The red trail went to every fall in the area.  Actually it wasn't that hard at all, the worst part was all of the steps.  After the hike the boy made me one of those smooshed penny things that imprints a picture onto the penny.  The picture I chose was one that said _I survived the red trail - 1267 Steps - Bushkill Falls PA".   Yep, you read that right - 1267 steps.  And most of them went up.  But the boy and I had a really great time and I took some awesome pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v162/dragonofthesidhe/DSCF03002.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v162/dragonofthesidhe/DSCF03192.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See... told ya... great pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Bushkill he and I went driving around the Poconos to see what else there was to do and decided to go to the Flea market and Bazar.  We walked around for a while, had some ice cream and were on our way.  Then we went home and layed around for the rest of the evening. A great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-111881123535892726?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/111881123535892726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=111881123535892726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111881123535892726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111881123535892726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/06/falling-water.html' title='Falling Water'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-111828907859999953</id><published>2005-06-08T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:02:41.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Air</title><content type='html'>Song:  Some Girls Do - Sawyer Brown&lt;br /&gt;Quote:  Mos Eisley space port.  You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.  - Obi Wan Kanobi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, so I haven't done much since I last blogged.  All I've really done is gone to work.&lt;br /&gt;I did go price shopping for a small window air conditioner for the boy's room this morning.  He had asked me to go check the price at a small little store that usually has cheap stuff.  Well the lowest priced one was $129.  Which to us broke folks is far too much.  He can only really afford about $50 but unknown to him I am willing to donate to his cause.  I recall how last summer his room was much like a sauna.  Last year at this point our relationship was just beginning and I didn't spend many nights at his house.  But since I've been sleeping at his house more, I want to be comfortable.  Another wonderful fact is the boy radiates heat.  A feature that came in handy all winter.  But during the summer, it's not such a great thing, so I want the bedroom as cool as possible so we can still cuddle and not stick together.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow after work he and I will go shopping, and hopefully find a really cheap one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All righty, going to watch a little more Star Wars A New Hope before I go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You came in that thing?  You're braver than I thought."&lt;br /&gt;"Nice"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-111828907859999953?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/111828907859999953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=111828907859999953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111828907859999953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111828907859999953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/06/cool-air.html' title='Cool Air'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-111820481345777695</id><published>2005-06-07T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T23:30:04.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars, Skirts and Harley Davidson Shoes</title><content type='html'>Song:  Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy - Big and Rich&lt;br /&gt;Quote:  If there's a bright center to the universe, you're on the planet that it's farthest from.  - Luke Skywalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week gone by already?  My how the time do fly.  &lt;br /&gt;I've seen Star Wars a total of three times now and the last time was with the boy at the drive in.  Believe it or not, I've never been to the drive in before.  We went in his truck, which has a sound system better than some theaters I've been in.  The seats are comfy, but I was a little bothered by the bird doo in the corner of the windshield that the wipers just couldn't reach.&lt;br /&gt;I've switched my days at work so that I now have Sunday off.  This means as long as the boy isn't working we will have a full day together every week.  This Sunday we are planning on going to &lt;a href="http://www.visitbushkillfalls.com/"&gt;Bushkill Falls&lt;/a&gt;.  Next Sunday we are going four wheeling and the following Sunday we are going to the Washington DC zoo with two of my friends.  Should be a fun month.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's gotten into me lately but I'm making fashion decisions I wouldn't normally make.  I actually went out and bought a skirt.  Now this may not seem like a big deal, but if you know me, you know I'm not much of a girl.  LOL  The skirt is pretty long, goes down to my ankles.  The store called it "bohemian"  but &lt;a href="http://www.knottymouse.blogspot.com"&gt;Hawke&lt;/a&gt; and I have always called them broomstick dresses.&lt;br /&gt;Of course after I bought the skirt I realized I really didn't have any shoes to wear with it because I actually haven't owned a skirt in... oh about ten years or so.  Plus I really didn't think my Harley Davidson boots would go really well with the skirt.  So I went out looking for a pair of black sandals to wear with it.  And of course after much searching, I decided to go with a pair of... Harley Davison sandals.  Hawke saw a picture of them and decided that they were very me.  I'm not sure how well they go with the skirt, but oh well.  I saw them and had to have them.&lt;br /&gt;Now I REALLY sound like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v162/dragonofthesidhe/DSCF02892.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v162/dragonofthesidhe/DSCF02952.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-111820481345777695?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/111820481345777695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=111820481345777695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111820481345777695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111820481345777695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/06/star-wars-skirts-and-harley-davidson.html' title='Star Wars, Skirts and Harley Davidson Shoes'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-111751650384226351</id><published>2005-05-30T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:16:47.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R and R</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt;  One Year Of Love - Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/strong&gt;  Just one year of love is better than a lifetime alone.  One sentimental moment in your arms is like a shooting star right through my heart.  It's always a rainy day without you.  I'm a prisoner of love inside you. I'm falling apart all around you.  My heart cries out to your heart, I'm lonely but you can save me.  My hand reaches for to your hand; I'm cold but you light the fire in me.  My lips search for your lips; I'm hungry for your touch.  There's so much left unspoken.  And all I can do is surrender, to the moment just surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, Sunday was the one year anniversary of the day I met the boy.  We didn't do anything, I gave him a card and he chuckled at my need to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that whole plan of not doing anything for weeks after graduation?  Yea, that didn't quite turn out the way I wanted.  All of a sudden everybody needed something from me and since I had free time, I was glad to lend a hand.  &lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday everything that I had been neglecting started to catch up on me.  I woke up with a case of pink eye, caused by the fact that my contacts were WAY too old.  So on Monday I went to the eye doc who gave me some drops to get rid of the bacteria infected eye.  Tuesday morning I woke up and my sinuses were completely blocked.  As to whether this blockage was caused by allergies or a cold, I have no idea, but I spent two days unable to breathe through my nose.  Thursday morning I woke up and my nose was decently clear, but my left ear was blocked.  Friday I woke up and sat in bed feeling quite rotten.  I had lost my voice, a result of my sinuses draining over my vocal chords; happens every time the seasons change, both my ears were now blocked and the left ear was hurting quite badly.  Somehow I got myself to work (I woke up too late to call off) where everybody said to me, "why are you here?" to which I replied with nothing much, because my voice was gone.  Two hours after going to work, I went home.  After changing I decided to go to the doctor.  The doc took one look in my ear and went "Wow"... not a good sign.  She then asked if I minded letting some of her students look at my awful infected ear.  - Sure, why not?  So I got sent off with a prescription for an antibiotic for the ear.  You take these lovely red pills for five days.  Two the first day and one every day after.  The lovely card package these little pills came in told me that less than 1% of the people who take these meds have the side effects which include "stomach cramps, nausea, and diarrhea".  Being a person who does not take meds often, they tend to affect me a lot.  I will leave you with the fact that I have two of the three side effects and let you have fun imagining which two they are.&lt;br /&gt;So what day am I on now?  Oh yeah, Saturday passed by uneventfully as did Sunday.  Sunday night the boy and I left for his parent's cabin in the mountains where we had dinner with them.  This morning the boy dragged me out of bed at 8 ish and made me eat homemade pancakes that his mother made.  After breakfast the boy and I snuggled back in bed, where I fell asleep again.  Don't know when they boy got up, but around 11 he came back and woke me up with the lure of a ride on the Harley.  Who could resist?  We went for a ride and we stopped to go go-carting.  When we got back to the cabin, I once again laid down and promptly fell asleep.  Somewhere around 5 he woke me up and we got ready to come home.  On the way home we stopped at an outlet shopping mall, where I bought myself some really good sunglasses for riding the motorcycle.  (They will also come in handy when we go four wheeling - keeping the wind out of my eyes)  When we got back on the road, I realized that I had spent most of the first entire day the boy and I had together in weeks, sleeping.  I felt bad about it, even though he didn't really mind.  But, like his mother said, "what do you expect after being sick for a week?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next week I can actually relax?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-111751650384226351?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/111751650384226351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=111751650384226351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111751650384226351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111751650384226351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/05/r-and-r.html' title='R and R'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-111691133499953311</id><published>2005-05-24T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:08:55.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Wars Horoscope for Libra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/swhoroscopes/libra.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are on a lifelong pursuit of justice and determined to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;You convey the art of persuasion through force.&lt;br /&gt;You always display your supreme intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;You have a great talent in obtaining balance between yourself and your surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star wars character you are most like: Obi Wan Kenobie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/starwarshoroscopes/"&gt;What is Your Star Wars Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-111691133499953311?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/111691133499953311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=111691133499953311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111691133499953311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111691133499953311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-wars-horoscope-for-libra-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-111685756827272599</id><published>2005-05-23T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T09:19:23.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crashing in the dirt</title><content type='html'>Ow... I hurt.  We went four wheeling again yesterday, but this time I drove a four wheeler by myself.  I used the boys and he used a friends dirt bike.  Within fifteen minutes I had crashed, banging my chin on the handlebars and hitting my left index finger on something.  It is even a little painful to type this.  LOL.  But I had a great time.  Muscles I didn't even know I had are sore and for some odd reason the fingers on my right hand won't stop twitching.  Who knows.  But like I said, I had a lot of fun.  The only other problem is that somewhere along the line I got a case of pink eye.  So I have to wear my glasses everywhere now.  I haven't worn my glasses in public in about... oh... ten years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.  Must get going, have some errands to run.  And hopefully my stiff body with loosen up with some activity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-111685756827272599?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/111685756827272599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=111685756827272599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111685756827272599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111685756827272599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/05/crashing-in-dirt.html' title='crashing in the dirt'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-111648807922961239</id><published>2005-05-19T02:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T02:34:39.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise, Lord Vader</title><content type='html'>I just got back from the midnight showing of Star Wars Ep3 Revenge of the Sith.  And it was everything I wanted.  It totally made up for Ep2.  The end had me at the edge of my seat.  But enough for now.  I need some sleep.  I have to take my brother to the dentist tomorrow so he can have his wisdom teeth pulled.  This should be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-111648807922961239?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/111648807922961239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=111648807922961239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111648807922961239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111648807922961239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/05/rise-lord-vader.html' title='Rise, Lord Vader'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-111648794244835531</id><published>2005-05-18T01:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:06:49.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a great day I had on Tuesday.  The ladies at the library threw me a graduation party.  And big surprise, most of the gifts were books.  The best gift by far was a first edition copy of Brian Froud's book "Faeries", signed by Brian Froud himself.  Anyone who knows me knows how much I love Brian Froud's work, and how much I love this book.  It was an amazing gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-111648794244835531?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/111648794244835531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=111648794244835531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111648794244835531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111648794244835531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-great-day-i-had-on-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-111631440034376532</id><published>2005-05-17T02:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T02:20:00.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yea, this was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/freckleface/1058194468_uietresult.jpg" border="0" alt="quite result"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Quiet Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/freckleface/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20little%20girl%20were%20YOU%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of little girl were YOU?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-111631440034376532?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/111631440034376532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=111631440034376532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111631440034376532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111631440034376532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-yea-this-was-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-111631423775146184</id><published>2005-05-17T02:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T02:22:31.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Revenge</title><content type='html'>Song: St. Anger - Metallica&lt;br /&gt;Quote:  "If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine."  - Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the boy's little joke, I decided to play one of my own.  As a favor, he'd asked me to take his truck and pick up some scrap metal for him.  He was at work, and was unable to do it himself.  I said no problem.  On the way back to his house, I had a brilliant idea.  As soon as I got the truck safely back to his house I two wayed him (Nextel phone walkie talkie feature).  &lt;br /&gt;I said "don't be mad, I'm so sorry, I'll pay for it.  When I tried to park your truck, I misjudged where my jeep was and scratched the truck."  &lt;br /&gt;Boys response:  "scratched it where?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, sounding like I had started to cry:  "I put a huge scratch all along the side. I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;Boy:  "Just don't move it, leave it where it is until I get home."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Ok, I'm so sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let him stew for about five minutes and then two wayed him again and said "Boy?"... "Gotcha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he responded I could hear his brother laughing hysterically in the background.  I think I got him pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other "revenge" news, I've got my tickets for the Wednesday midnight showing of STAR WARS.  I will be going with a friend from work because no one else wanted to go.  The boy would go except he needs to be up for work the next day and since he isn't a Star Wars freak like me, he doesn't see the need to loose sleep over the event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-111631423775146184?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/111631423775146184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=111631423775146184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111631423775146184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111631423775146184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/05/sweet-revenge.html' title='Sweet Revenge'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728250.post-111587595169365909</id><published>2005-05-12T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:07:47.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>small little joke</title><content type='html'>Song:  The Ballad of Lucy Jordon - Marianne Faithful&lt;br /&gt;Quote:  There is someone in this land who has my heart, and where he goes, I go.  Even if it is beyond the edge of the world as you know it.  - Brian Froud, Lady Cottington's Fairy Album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tiny little joke and that was all it was intended as, was a tiny little play on words.  But it scared the hell out of me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy called me tonight at work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy:  "I'm moving to Florida."&lt;br /&gt;Me:   "Yea right."&lt;br /&gt;Boy:  "I'm moving to Florida, my Uncle has a job down there for me."&lt;br /&gt;Me:   (finds a place to sit down)  "You're lying."&lt;br /&gt;Boy:  "No, I'm not.  My Uncle will pay $1,400 a week."&lt;br /&gt;Me:   (Getting a little upset) "You're pulling my chain right?"&lt;br /&gt;Boy:  "No"&lt;br /&gt;Me:   (almost crying)  "Your joking right?"&lt;br /&gt;Boy:  "Of course I joking. But I could move, the job is real."&lt;br /&gt;Me:   (crying with relief)  "You suck!"&lt;br /&gt;Boy:  "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:   "You joke about leaving me, and you expect me not to be upset?"&lt;br /&gt;Boy:  "Who said you wouldn't come with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand and one thoughts ran through my head at that first sentence and I believe my heart fell into my toes, or at least into my stomach.  I don't think he thought I would get so upset, because he wouldn't have done it then.  I don't want anyone to think that he was intentionally trying to be cruel; I think he was trying to be funny and it failed miserably.  &lt;br /&gt;There are things that he and I have discussed about plans for the future and I think he thought those plans would be more than enough for me to realize he was pulling my chain.  Or maybe it never occurred to him that I would think he was leaving without me.  Because it's not like we haven't talked about how my career choices could lead to Florida, and how he has family down there, but I think my gut reaction was fear and fear of his choice of the word I.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately following this, I was actually very shocked at how frightened I got at the thought of loosing him.   I have a million thoughts running through my mind right now and they are all jumbled up.  I think I will go to sleep now.  And look forward to beating the crap out of the boy for this one tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728250-111587595169365909?l=indistinctmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/111587595169365909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728250&amp;postID=111587595169365909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111587595169365909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728250/posts/default/111587595169365909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indistinctmusings.blogspot.com/2005/05/small-little-joke.html' title='small little joke'/><author><name>Dragon</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
