<?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-3689806</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:10:36.294-07:00</updated><category term='meme'/><category term='continental'/><category term='babies'/><category term='suitcase'/><category term='movies'/><category term='eeyore'/><category term='random'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='tennessee'/><category term='cracker barrel'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='fires'/><category term='single'/><category term='old posts'/><category term='not dead yet'/><category term='bored'/><category term='i&apos;m old'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='life'/><category term='olympics'/><category term='disneyland'/><category term='about me'/><category term='pasta'/><category term='sick'/><category term='funny video'/><category term='mememe'/><category term='my life'/><category term='pix'/><category term='cake'/><category term='work'/><category term='rant'/><category term='update'/><title type='text'>My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>It's my life, don't you forget. It's my life, it never ends...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>431</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-6335950221947350150</id><published>2008-09-01T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T17:40:47.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mememe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasta'/><title type='text'>My favorite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" 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;strong&gt;You Are Fettuccine Alfredo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatpastadishareyouquiz/fettuccine-alfredo.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to most people, you have rich and decadent tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can afford something, you'll go ahead and indulge yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true foodie. No food is off the table for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type most likely to appreciate every aspect of a five star meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpastadishareyouquiz/"&gt;What Pasta Dish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-6335950221947350150?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/6335950221947350150/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=6335950221947350150' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/6335950221947350150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/6335950221947350150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-favorite.html' title='My favorite!'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-1936445843831231228</id><published>2008-08-18T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:24:54.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not dead yet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>Small update</title><content type='html'>I am single once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be 30 in 2 weeks. I was 23 when I started this blog. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting sick of San Diego, and want to move somewhere else. But, I have no $ and no idea how to even get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Olympics makes me feel like such a slacker. It's weird how they try to interview runners right after the race, so they're all winded and can barely talk. I'd be like, um GTFO, I'm tired. I wouldn't be a runner in the first place, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied to 2 jobs within my current employer, however the test (there's a test!) is on the same day as a wedding in which I am a bridesmaid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's it for now. I am not dead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-1936445843831231228?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/1936445843831231228/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=1936445843831231228' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/1936445843831231228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/1936445843831231228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2008/08/small-update.html' title='Small update'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-1626131689775746963</id><published>2008-08-04T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:54:10.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Well, no surprise here</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" 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;strong&gt;You Live in the Past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouliveinthepastpresentorfuturequiz/past.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend most of your time thinking about what has happened - not what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is consumed with memories and nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while living in the past may feel therapeutic or comfortable, it's not helping you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever has happened to you (good or bad), you're going to have to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you stop living in the past, you'll wake up to the world around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present is a pretty great place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouliveinthepastpresentorfuturequiz/"&gt;Do You Live in the Past, Present, or Future?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-1626131689775746963?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/1626131689775746963/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=1626131689775746963' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/1626131689775746963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/1626131689775746963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-no-surprise-here.html' title='Well, no surprise here'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-3607110653930514535</id><published>2008-07-30T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:27:27.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not dead yet'/><title type='text'>I would've been OK either way then</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" 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;strong&gt;You Would Make an Okay 1930's Wife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/wouldyouhavebeenagoodwifeinthe1930squiz/wife-2.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have some of the attributes of an ideal 1930's wife... but you probably didn't intend it to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't buy into retro gender roles, though you do embrace your femininity at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 1930's man may find you passable, but you probably wouldn't want anything to do with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyouhavebeenagoodwifeinthe1930squiz/"&gt;Would You Have Been a Good Wife in the 1930s?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" 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;strong&gt;You Would Make an Okay 1930's Husband&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/wouldyouhavebeenagoodhusbandinthe1930squiz/husband-2.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have some of the attributes of an ideal 1930's husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're well mannered, kind, and even tempered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a few nasty habits, but what man doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyouhavebeenagoodhusbandinthe1930squiz/"&gt;Would You Have Been a Good Husband in the 1930s?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-3607110653930514535?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/3607110653930514535/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=3607110653930514535' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/3607110653930514535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/3607110653930514535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wouldve-been-ok-either-way-then.html' title='I would&apos;ve been OK either way then'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-3437656333784912992</id><published>2008-06-02T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:43:06.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eeyore'/><title type='text'>Hi, Eeyore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fp8hfsC6w4s&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fp8hfsC6w4s&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-3437656333784912992?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/3437656333784912992/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=3437656333784912992' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/3437656333784912992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/3437656333784912992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-eeyore.html' title='Hi, Eeyore!'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-3026032619134596459</id><published>2008-04-29T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:59:08.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>I'm not dead yet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tblBorderAll"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMDk1Mjc2NDkyNTAmcHQ9MTIwOTUyNzY1NjA2MiZwPTY5MDgxJmQ9Jm49Jmc9MQ==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-3026032619134596459?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/3026032619134596459/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=3026032619134596459' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/3026032619134596459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/3026032619134596459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-not-dead-yet.html' title='I&apos;m not dead yet...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-2713747383835230736</id><published>2008-01-21T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T18:29:27.705-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>2008 Meme #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fragileheart.com/journal/"&gt;Reggy&lt;/a&gt; tagged me like, a million years ago, and just now I'm doing this. Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the rule: Remove 1 question (any question) from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8-10 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry? &lt;br /&gt;Well it used to be that I wanted to be married really young, like 22-25. But at those ages I was with asshole guys, so yeah no. I am turning 30 this year, and it's not gonna happen anytime soon, so I frankly don't know now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color do you like most? &lt;br /&gt;I like blue, white, kind of ocean/sea colors. They make me feel calm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you have the chance, what would you probably say to your beloved one? &lt;br /&gt;I tell him what I feel all of the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;I'd definitely love to visit New Zealand (me too, Reggy!!), Hawaii, and Antarctica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Which part of you that you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;My lack of discipline! Physically, I hate hate hate hate my tendency to gain all weight lumpily in the stomach area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When you encounter a sad moment, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I ... feel sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most? &lt;br /&gt;My loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do? &lt;br /&gt;Pay off my debt, my mom's debt, and hopefully learn to save and invest the rest so I don't have to depend on stupid jobs to keep me afloat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What’s your wish for the year ahead? &lt;br /&gt;That it improves as time passes; it definitely did not start off well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How did you celebrate the New Year? &lt;br /&gt;By crying and being angry that Continental lost my suitcase. Still no suitcase!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Till now, what is the moment that you regret the most? &lt;br /&gt;Allowing myself to get so out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Which type of person do you hate the most? &lt;br /&gt;Condescending, holier-than-thou, especially when they are totally dumb to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your ambition? &lt;br /&gt;Have a normal life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you had one wish what would you wish for? &lt;br /&gt;For my dad to have stuck around longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Name one of your body part your hubby or boyfriend tells you he adores:&lt;br /&gt;...my smile apparently. And my boo-tay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is the best gift you can give someone this year?&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have no clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. List two of your Top Ten New Year’s Resolutions. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I had thought (before the year started) to try to be more positive, and not such a "realist" as I call it... but what happened on New Year's Eve definitely put a damper on that. It's still something I want to TRY but it's definitely a lot harder now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you need to do this year in order for you to be happier in life? &lt;br /&gt;Ohhh... I'd rather not say it on here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What are the Top 2 things that you are most thankful for the year 2007 that made you even more happier for 2008? &lt;br /&gt;Well, I found a job that I actually like, after starting off the year in a job I absolutely loathed!!!&lt;br /&gt;Also, my relationship with Erik is still going strong and everyday I find new things I like about him. AWwwwwwwwwww /sap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. (My question) When will I get my suitcase? (ok I suck, I just don't know what to ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to tag: &lt;a href="http://www.audioady.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ady&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://controlcachetes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://naylachimichanga.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nay&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://parafraseandomialma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Encanto AKA Millie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://goldennib.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nessa&lt;/a&gt;... and I don't have 8 at all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-2713747383835230736?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/2713747383835230736/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=2713747383835230736' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/2713747383835230736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/2713747383835230736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-meme-1.html' title='2008 Meme #1'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-7789951929676249329</id><published>2008-01-08T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:20:14.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suitcase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='continental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pix'/><title type='text'>Dove sono le valige?</title><content type='html'>One week, one day later - I still do not have my suitcase. What has made this even worse is the fact that everyone I have spoken to and dealt with from the airline has been HORRID. Some of them have implied or directly suggested even that I should've known and not put anything of value in the suitcase. Of course! I should've known they would screw up! How dare I not be Nostradamus!! Then, one of the ladies at the counter when I stormed into the airport last Tuesday actually said several times "I'm supposed to be at lunch right now, SIGH SIGH SIGH"... OH I'M SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE!!! Do you have all of your stuff? THEN STUFF IT, porno-looking bitch! Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday evening I call once again to see what's up (I've also been checking online but nothing), and the guy says in an irritated tone "...Um, there are NO UPDATES on your file since you last checked...", with an implied "dude stop bugging". Then he adds, "It's been almost 5 days, you should file a claim". Ok, Erik had actually spoken to someone else the day before and she had suggested that we give the contents search 2 days, so on Saturday to file a claim. This is not the first time these people have contradicting or had different stories for me, which is very frustrating. First they were saying the suitcase was &lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt; in Houston waiting to get on a plane, then it was "oh the tag must have fallen off, we don't know where the suitcase actually is"... OH RLY!!! Anyway, I said "Well, that's part 2 of my phone call, how do I do that..." blah blah blah, he tells me, I go to the webpage and read. They are not liable for, among other things, jewelry and watches. HELLO, that's the #1 thing I wanted back!! I had these 2 rings that I got from my dad :( I am stupid for packing them in there, I know, but I honestly didn't think my suitcase would just go missing. Plus, I put them in a plastic baggy inside a makeup pouch... I just didn't think about it!! It just blows either way, even if I didn't have my earrings, rings, and necklaces in there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upside, I guess, of filing a claim is that it will supposedly send an alert to other airports' lost and founds... Why this hasn't been done and gets only done AFTER filing a claim is beyond me, but I still have a sliver of hope that my stuff is somewhere. However, the fact that no one has bothered to look in the ID pocket and called Erik (since it's his suitcase and it has his info, even if my stuff is in it) really, really worries me. The thought of someone out there with MY STUFF is just sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a list of the things in there and I'm already at 53. I haven't sent the claim yet because I keep remembering stuff, plus I have to look up prices for some of them since I don't know off-hand. It's just ridiculous. I'm claiming the full amount possible either way, fucking a, I have to rebuy everything and a good majority is going to be impossible (they also aren't liable for irreplaceables, go figure). The stress this has caused for me, there is just no price! It completely ruined the beginning of the year for me. I didn't want to go anywhere on NY Eve in case they called... I wasn't able to go to TJ and do lobster with my family on NY day, in case they called. I was supposed to go to TJ again on Wednesday, hang out with my friend Lulu and her daughter Ximena, both of whom I haven't seen since May 2006!!!, but I didn't go because, what if they call??? ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I suppose time is irreplaceable and they aren't liable for that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-7789951929676249329?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/7789951929676249329/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=7789951929676249329' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/7789951929676249329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/7789951929676249329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2008/01/dove-sono-le-valige.html' title='Dove sono le valige?'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-3974630837509874856</id><published>2007-12-31T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:07:08.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennessee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cracker barrel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>The most wonderful time of the year!</title><content type='html'>Just got back from TN and I'm missing one of my suitcases. YAY! &gt;:( Seriously, WTF Continental! You better find it and call me soon so I can get it. I am not waiting for you to mail it, and if it isn't found... Well, I will have to get angry, and ask anyone who knows me, that is not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;The trip itself was good (minus the present situation!) and I kinda of miss it already. Mostly the food. &lt;a href="http://www.crackerbarrel.com/"&gt;Cracker Barrel&lt;/a&gt;, will you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, just under 6 hours before the New Year and I'm missing my fucking stuff. I'm so pissed!!! I will now go and stew in anger until I get the phone call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-3974630837509874856?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/3974630837509874856/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=3974630837509874856' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/3974630837509874856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/3974630837509874856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2007/12/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='The most wonderful time of the year!'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-1519985742057753407</id><published>2007-11-13T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:33:28.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennessee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>I should've gotten a flu shot...</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm sick again. Ha. And what do I do when I'm sick? I get bored of the same old internet stuff and then decide to post. I have been reading my old posts, starting with the very first one, through all the drama with my ex JC... I started this blog when I was 23, a month before I turned 24. It's basically been 5 years that I've been blogging. I used to blog so much before! Sometimes I'd blog multiple times a day. What happened? It's not like I have a life now or anything. I mean, I still do nothing. The only things that have changed from then are:&lt;br /&gt;1) I now have the best bf ever (which may be one of the reasons I don't post: no more boy drama!)&lt;br /&gt;2) I am done with school and I just work now (another source of drama gone; my office is too drama-free!)&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm old now. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think that I'm wiser now, but who knows. I read my old posts and think, man was I dumb. But some of those posts I think, I probably would make that mistake again. The drama with JC was probably one of the worst ones, but one of the ones I hope I wouldn't make again. Recently a friend emailed me to tell me that he had been sorta harassing her for information on me. They work near each other. She told him she thought I was married, or was about to get married, because one of my profile pictures on this particular website is of me and Erik at Erik's friend's wedding, and I guess it looks really formal or something. Apparently he freaked out and started to bug her all the time. Thing is, he is supposedly married so what does he care? Oh yeah, I found out last year that he got married 6 months after we broke up. He actually called to tell me. Well, he didn't just call to say that... He supposedly wanted to dial his cousin and dialed me instead. Our numbers are somewhat similar but I don't buy it anyway. He has called a few times supposedly trying to reach someone else, but "mistakenly" dialing me. That particular call was probably a month before I met Erik, and since the whole phone call caught me off-guard, I made the mistake of telling him I was single/not dating anyone. He seemed to relish in the fact that I was alone or something. Loser. Anyway, I told my friend to just ignore him, I mean it really isn't any of his business what I'm doing or who I'm with. We broke up 5 years ago! Seriously. Get a life. She said that supposedly he and his wife are separated. I still don't care! I don't care what he wants. Does he actually think I'd be friends with him? He was the worst boyfriend I ever had. He really did a number on my self-esteem, and it took me a long time to realize that he was wrong the whole time. Ah well, seems some things don't change, and he is still a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On better news... I'm excited about the holidays. We're going to Tennessee again! I want to go back so bad... mostly for the food!! Haha. It should be fun. I'm also already looking forward to Thanksgiving. I can't believe it's next week!! Every since I started my job, time has gone by fast. June and July moved along at a normal pace, but August flew by. I can't even remember what I did that month. And all of a sudden it's November.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-1519985742057753407?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/1519985742057753407/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=1519985742057753407' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/1519985742057753407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/1519985742057753407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-shouldve-gotten-flu-shot.html' title='I should&apos;ve gotten a flu shot...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-4393050410090670744</id><published>2007-10-22T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T18:32:25.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fires'/><title type='text'>It's like 4 years ago all over again... but worse</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://10news.com/"&gt;ABC 10 News Channel&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.10news.com/news/14388572/detail.html"&gt;1 Dead, 17 Injured, Thousands Evacuated, 7 Fires Still Burn.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.10news.com/news/14396200/detail.html"&gt;Evacuations Largest In Region's History.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.10news.com/news/14398829/detail.html"&gt;Gov. Schwarzenegger Declares State Of Emergency.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/Rx1NP_OEQmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XzfgFGFUWxg/s1600-h/fire1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/Rx1NP_OEQmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XzfgFGFUWxg/s320/fire1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124336888081302114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/Rx1NZvOEQnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/39u0J-VsZvQ/s1600-h/firemap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/Rx1NZvOEQnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/39u0J-VsZvQ/s320/firemap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124337055585026674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Images courtesy of &lt;a href="http://10news.com/"&gt;Channel 10 News &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, both Erik and I live far west from where these fires are burning, so we're fine. And hopefully, they won't reach us. But the air is horribly ashy and dusty, the smell is nauseating, and the images are horrifying! I feel grateful to be in a safe area (so far), but you can't help but being affected by all of this :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-4393050410090670744?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/4393050410090670744/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=4393050410090670744' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/4393050410090670744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/4393050410090670744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-like-4-years-ago-all-over-again-but.html' title='It&apos;s like 4 years ago all over again... but worse'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/Rx1NP_OEQmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XzfgFGFUWxg/s72-c/fire1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-2055360082243235129</id><published>2007-10-02T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T09:36:32.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disneyland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>An update - wow!!</title><content type='html'>OMG I'm blogging. I didn't go to work today; I'm sick. Not so sick that I'm dying and just want to sleep, but sick enough. Plus, it's contagious, so even if I felt better it wouldn't be nice of me to go spread it at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not a whole lot has been going on. Mostly I just work, and then come home and veg. I'm very exciting like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... The last movie I saw was &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0765443/"&gt;Eastern Promises&lt;/a&gt;. I actually really liked it. I recommend it. I should warn you that it's pretty intense and violent (which you will know if you've seen other &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0000343/"&gt;David Cronenberg&lt;/a&gt; movies), but it's really interesting and well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really blogged about what's been happening with my life. So let's recap! Let's see- In May I started my current job, working for the County of San Diego. I work in a really neat office, everyone's nice, and the phone is not ringing off the hook! It's awesome. In May (before my job started) it was also my first anniversary with Erik &lt;3 He's awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June was pretty uneventful for the most part, though we did get to go to the Del Mar Fair (I'm sorry, it's just not the "San Diego County Fair" to me) twice, once for free! I ate lots and lots of fair food and I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July would have been pretty uneventful as well, except I was summoned for Jury Duty and since I work for the County now I have no real reasons to be excused :( So I had to go. I didn't actually get selected but I did have to go 4 days in a row, because the selection process was taking that long. It was insane! They were just dismissing potential jurors left and right, and so the rest of us had to keep going. At the end, there were only like 10 of us (out of like 100) that never were called up front. I didn't actually hate the whole experience, and the cool part is that I started reading the Harry Potter novels. The first day I didn't bring anything to read (I'm dumb) so I had to run over to Horton Plaza, and bought the first one. Well, I got hooked, darn you J.K. Rowling!! I have read 6 of the 7 books now, and I'm kind of saving the last one. I'm a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August flew by like no one's business, though I again did not do anything eventful. At the end of August we went to Disneyland again, and it was the best. I had just been thinking how nice it was that we did not have a horribly hot summer, when Labor Day weekend rolled around and screamed heat at me. Of course, the one year I decide not to have a pool party for my birthday is the 2nd hottest day of the year. Oh yeah, I'm old now (29). Where does time go. Didn't I start this when I was 23?? Geez. Anyway, the 1st hottest day was actually the next day, September 3rd, and I did go swimming. Stupidly, Erik and I did not wear sunscreen (our brains had melted with the heat, so we weren't thinking) and proceeded to get the worst sunburn in the world. It's so weird to think that was just under a month ago, because it really feels so far away. September wasn't exactly slow or fast, but here we are. In September Erik and I started walking. Nothing fancy, just around my neighborhood. It's actually pretty nice. We go in the evening, after dinner, and just stroll. I hope we continue doing this, eventually building up an exercise routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's October. This month is looking to be good, I hope. On the 18th we're going to see &lt;a href="http://www.jerseyboysinfo.com/broadway/"&gt;Jersey Boys&lt;/a&gt;!!! I'm quite excited about that. I'm a bit sad it won't be with the original cast, but it should still be fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, the last 5 months of my life in a few paragraphs. Wake up, now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-2055360082243235129?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/2055360082243235129/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=2055360082243235129' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/2055360082243235129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/2055360082243235129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2007/10/update-wow.html' title='An update - wow!!'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-6960106573842133446</id><published>2007-09-20T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:08:48.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Quiz day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Play the Guitar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/guitar.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very independent - both in spirit and in the way you learn.&lt;br /&gt;You can teach yourself almost anything, even if it makes your fingers bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not really the type to sit patiently through a music lesson - or do things by the book.&lt;br /&gt;It's more your style to master the fundamentals and see where they take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly creative and a bit eclectic, you need a wide range of music to play.&lt;br /&gt;You could emerge as a sensitive songwriter... or a manic rock star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant personality characteristic: being rebellious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your secondary personality characteristic: tenacity&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/"&gt;What Musical Instrument Should You Play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-6960106573842133446?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/6960106573842133446/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=6960106573842133446' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/6960106573842133446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/6960106573842133446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2007/09/quiz-day.html' title='Quiz day!'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-8800936270696335470</id><published>2007-09-04T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:16:30.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pix'/><title type='text'>My babies*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/Rt4KGkv-IVI/AAAAAAAAAII/Frlm1W5tSH4/s1600-h/MariaLuca640x480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/Rt4KGkv-IVI/AAAAAAAAAII/Frlm1W5tSH4/s320/MariaLuca640x480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106530135545094482" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they not the cutest babies ever in the world??? Maria, on the left. Luca on the right. CUTE BABIES!!!! AHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;*No, not mine. Maria is my cousin Patty's, and Luca is my cousin Rogelio's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, check out the cutest gorillas ever. I videotaped this at the San Diego Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7bcd5af8d6a37f6f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7bcd5af8d6a37f6f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330466034%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D630699DF749B4B7B849FD0A98FBE7626496E4F58.2001689518A2595F1EEBA86BCEA6D926C6A9B5F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7bcd5af8d6a37f6f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da8iwH45exQsRCEfySvTki0kYZvk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7bcd5af8d6a37f6f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330466034%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D630699DF749B4B7B849FD0A98FBE7626496E4F58.2001689518A2595F1EEBA86BCEA6D926C6A9B5F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7bcd5af8d6a37f6f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Da8iwH45exQsRCEfySvTki0kYZvk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch what the littlest one does at about 20 seconds. ADORABLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-8800936270696335470?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1d49c7e4eaf63d52&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7bcd5af8d6a37f6f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/8800936270696335470/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=8800936270696335470' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/8800936270696335470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/8800936270696335470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-babies.html' title='My babies*'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/Rt4KGkv-IVI/AAAAAAAAAII/Frlm1W5tSH4/s72-c/MariaLuca640x480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-6499702926562803959</id><published>2007-07-24T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T18:21:19.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>8 more</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored right now. Anyway, &lt;a href="http://www.controlcachetes.blogspot.com"&gt;my brother&lt;/a&gt; has now tagged his buddy list on this game, however his requested 16 random things. Since I already did 8, I'm going to do just 8 more. Some I "stole" from his list; we are related after all, we share some things :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9) Like most women (and, apparently, my brother) I have way too many pairs of shoes, but somehow wear the same 3-5 pairs all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) My favorite story ever in life is Stephen King's It. I've seen the movie over 100 times (not kidding), and I've only read the book once but it's huge!! It took me like 6 months. I'm going to read it again as soon as I'm done with the Harry Potters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I don't like most condiments. The only one I use is mayonnaise. That's right, I don't eat ketchup, mustard, relish, salsa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Along those lines, I'm probably the only Mexican (well, and my brother) who doesn't like guacamole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I hate, HATE HAAAAAAAAAATE pickles. I can't even be in their vicinity. Those huge plastic barrels with the huge pickles at amusement parks? They give me nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I plan meals around dessert. Before ordering at a restaurant, I see what desserts they have. I need something sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) I can eat pizza any day, any time. Pepperoni and bacon, mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Unlike people who get bored when they have nothing to do, I am completely happy that way. I could read all day, and nap, and read, and eat, and nap... Sigh. I need to win the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, there are 8 more. I'm not tagging anyone because, well, there's no one else to tag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-6499702926562803959?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/6499702926562803959/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=6499702926562803959' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/6499702926562803959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/6499702926562803959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2007/07/8-more.html' title='8 more'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-4465375710566139530</id><published>2007-07-17T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T17:49:26.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>8 randoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Alright, alright, I'm here. I do have tons to post about, just haven't had the time/initiative to do it. I'd like to update you about what's going on in my life but then I get complaints about how long my posts are. I post rarely these days, but when I do post I like it to be QUALITY. This is obviously not good enough for you lot. Well, poop to you, here's a shorter post, and not big on quality. Do not complain, that's what you get :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;This is a game, and at the end the people I have chosen have to play. Be nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.fragileheart.com/journal/"&gt;Reggy&lt;/a&gt; aka fragileheart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;RULES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;1. Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;2. People who are tagged, write a blog post about their own 8 random things, and post these rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;3. At the end of your post you need to tag 8 people and include their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment and tell them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;MY 8 RANDOM FACTS/HABITS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;1. I can fall asleep almost anywhere. I've fallen asleep at parties, concerts, etc. On purpose, too, not just because I was bored. I was tired and sleepy, and wanted to rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;2. Despite #1 above, I am really annoyed by loud noises. I can hear a deep bass sound even when others don't (or aren't bothered by it), and it annoys me to no end. I'm not made for apartment living which is very unfortunate as I can't afford anything else at this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;3. I make myself laugh a lot. I'm hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;4. When I was younger (much, much younger and thin), I was told a lot that I looked like Julia Roberts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;5. I tend to keep to myself a lot, and I've been told this makes me look "independent". In reality, though, I get lonely and could use more support. I'm just too lazy to do anything about it. (I'm too lazy to do anything about almost everything! Ha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;6. I rarely drink soda, and when I do it's usually root beer or orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;7. I love to cook, and especially bake, and I'm really awesome at it (and modest).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;8. I love Nintendo games, and my favorite character ever is Wario:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/Rp1rPx2hr7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/dH2re7u_cis/s1600-h/WarioWare250px.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/Rp1rPx2hr7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/dH2re7u_cis/s200/WarioWare250px.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088341072822775730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Alright, there you go. Now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.audioady.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ady&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://controlcachetes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://naylachimichanga.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.chowiysusaventuras.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chowi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.unencantodesencanto.blogspot.com/"&gt;Encanto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;, Andy, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://goldennib.blogspot.com/"&gt;Goldennib&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;: You're It! Aww, I'm one short. I need more friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-4465375710566139530?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/4465375710566139530/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=4465375710566139530' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/4465375710566139530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/4465375710566139530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2007/07/8-randoms.html' title='8 randoms'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/Rp1rPx2hr7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/dH2re7u_cis/s72-c/WarioWare250px.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-7708388292595609859</id><published>2007-05-23T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T09:30:09.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh... my...</title><content type='html'>G-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost season finale = whoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-7708388292595609859?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/7708388292595609859/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=7708388292595609859' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/7708388292595609859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/7708388292595609859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-my.html' title='Oh... my...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-1100678100236431311</id><published>2007-05-11T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T15:03:54.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disneyland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><title type='text'>My apartment smells like I want to eat it.</title><content type='html'>Wait, what? Yes. I'm making &lt;a href="http://desertcandy.blogspot.com/2007/03/big-hair-big-welcome.html"&gt;this red velvet cake&lt;/a&gt; and so far, it smells amazing. And I haven't even begun to make the frosting, which is usually my favorite part of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_velvet_cake"&gt;red velvet cake&lt;/a&gt;. I wish it was tomorrow, and I was eating it. I'm making it for the mother's day get together we're having tomorrow with the family. I really hope it turns out as good as it looks and smells so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, last Sunday May 6th, the bf and I celebrated our first anniversary. I can't believe it's already been a year, but at the same time it feels like we just met a few months ago. In honor of the occasion, we went to &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/home/home?name=HomePage"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/a&gt;, my favorite place ever. It was so much fun!! Waking up at 5:45am wasn't fun, though. We were really supposed to get up (or I was) at 5:15am, but silly me I didn't actually activate the alarm. Anyway, after an OMG moment, we got up, got ready, and were on the road by 6:45am. We had an hr and a half (more or less) drive ahead of us. After we finally parked around 8:15am(in the Timon lot, oddly enough, and not inside the Mickey and Friends structure where I've parked every single time I've gone to Disney since the opened California Adventure), we headed to the park! YAY!! First stop- &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=IndianaJonesAdventureAttractionPage"&gt;Indiana Jones&lt;/a&gt;, one of my favorites. The line for this ride tends to get pretty ridiculous as the day progresses, so I usually like to go on it early. There was little wait, and by 9:15 am we were in our jeep. Suddenly, about 3/4 of the way through, the jeep stalls. We weren't moving. After about 10 mins (maybe, it just felt really long) the lights turn on. Way to ruin the fantasy, guys! Well after even more waiting, a guy tells us that one of the jeeps died and it was in the way so no one could move. They fixed it, and we finished the ride. Then they let us go another round w/o getting out of the car! Yay! I took some pix inside the ride while we were waiting, I'll have to post them another time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great day. For a Sunday, it wasn't too terribly crowded. I rode pretty much everything I wanted to ride in both parks, including a couple of times each on &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=HauntedMansionAttractionPage"&gt;The Haunted Mansion&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=PiratesOfTheCaribbeanAttractionPage"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=TwilightZoneTowerOfTerrorAttractionPage"&gt;Tower of Terror&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/attractions/detail?name=SpaceMountainAttractionPage"&gt;Space Mountain&lt;/a&gt;. Speaking of Space Mountain, we were walking towards it (or somewhere in Tomorrowland) when this lady stops me and gives me 2 fastpass tickets to Space Mountain because she was leaving, and she caught me so off guard that I didn't even thank her. But thank you kind lady for giving us the chance to go on Space Mountain again without having to stand in the 55 min stand by line!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to the cake, gotta continue my masterpiece (pix of that another time too, I hope I remember!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-1100678100236431311?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/1100678100236431311/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=1100678100236431311' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/1100678100236431311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/1100678100236431311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-apartment-smells-like-i-want-to-eat.html' title='My apartment smells like I want to eat it.'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-8884169702858017205</id><published>2007-05-02T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T11:56:04.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is my Dæmon a match?</title><content type='html'>You have 12 days to disagree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=67596"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=67596" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" menu="false" width="450" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-8884169702858017205?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/8884169702858017205/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=8884169702858017205' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/8884169702858017205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/8884169702858017205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2007/05/is-my-dmon-match.html' title='Is my Dæmon a match?'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-4996252804298662155</id><published>2007-04-27T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T12:03:35.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Me= Bored. Bored= Quizzes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Melancholic Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/melancholic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introspective and reflective, you think about everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;You are a soft-hearted daydreamer. You long for your ideal life.&lt;br /&gt;You love silence and solitude. Everyday life is usually too chaotic for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given enough time alone, it's easy for you to find inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be spiritual, having found your own meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;Wise and patient, you can help people through difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you brood and sulk. Your negative thoughts can trap you.&lt;br /&gt;You are reserved and withdrawn. This makes it hard to connect to others.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to over think small things, making decisions difficult.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Temperament Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're Totally Sarcastic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sarcastic? Never! You're as sweet as a baby bunny.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though, you have a sharp tongue - and you aren't afraid to use it.&lt;br /&gt;And if people are too wimpy to deal with your attitutde, then too bad. So sad.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sarcastic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-4996252804298662155?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/4996252804298662155/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=4996252804298662155' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/4996252804298662155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/4996252804298662155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2007/04/me-bored-bored-quizzes.html' title='Me= Bored. Bored= Quizzes!'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-8972951480166421797</id><published>2007-04-26T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T17:02:23.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>Ok I understand that unless you've gone through the claim process with an insurance company, you may not always understand how it works. I understand that when you call your insurance for the first time after you need to claim something, you don't always know who you need to talk to, or whatever. I UNDERSTAND!! I know that if I hadn't worked at 3 different insurance-related offices, I probably wouldn't know this either. But I am REALLY bothered by the new State Farm commercial, where the lady has someone drive into her living room "at 2 in the morning" and calls her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agent  &lt;/span&gt;who then states she "had to get the car towed out of the living room".&amp;nbsp; Why is State Farm perpetuating ignorance?? WHY??? I feel for SF receptionists. OK people, the AGENT does NOT do this!!! The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claims_adjuster"&gt;adjuster&lt;/a&gt; is the one who will come get the car towed. If it's at 2am, then it will be the on-call adjuster, and they will not love you and cater to you, they will probably just get the job done. On-call adjusters are regular adjusters and on-call duty is rotated among adjusters in an office. That adjuster will then have to go back to work the next day like normal even if they were out all night towing cars from living rooms. Where's the agent all this time? Probably sleeping!! Who knows what they're doing but they will not be there towing the car nor be anywhere near the loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, agents SELL, they are sellers, they want money. Adjusters get paid no matter what, whether &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; file a claim or not. Claims are filed daily by many people, and adjusters aren't commissioned. Heck, claims get transferred adjusters all the time. If you bought a policy from an agent (which from what I've noticed recently, is becoming less common with companies like Geico and Esurance doing stuff online), you should know that all the agent wants is your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;money.&lt;/span&gt; Once you have bought the policy, they very rarely get involved with you. If you have to file a claim, it's extremely likely that if you call your agent they will redirect you to the claims department. Most insurance companies have a 1-800 number for this. You will be calling a call center, where all they do is enter a claim into a database and it will then be assigned the next working day. Whoever you talk to at the claims center will probably have nothing to do with your claim anymore. Most of these call centers operate in one state, regardless of where you are located. For example, one of the companies I worked for is headquartered in OK, so that is where their claims call center is located. The person who assigns claims tends to work regular office hours, like M-F 8a-5p, in the local claims office (local to you). That means if you file a claim on Saturday morning, your claim will not get assigned until Monday at some point. You will probably get a call from the on-call adjuster soon after you file a claim, and the urgent things will be taken care of (hopefully), but come Monday you will be talking to someone else (maybe, sometimes the on-call adjuster will just happen to keep a claim depending on the distribution ratio, etc). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, a good agent will educate you on this process. They will let you know who to call should something go wrong and you need to file a claim. Maybe they could give you a list of phone numbers. The 1-800 number is probably the best one to remember. At one of the offices I worked, I can't even count the amount of people who just opened the phone book, looked up the insurance company's name, and w/o regard to what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;type&lt;/span&gt; of office it was would invariably reach me and demand that I provide all sorts of insurance-related services that unfortunately (for them) my particular office just didn't offer. Sidenote: To get an insurance quote, do not call a claims office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I just needed to vent. Not that anyone cares but it's off &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;chest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-8972951480166421797?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/8972951480166421797/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=8972951480166421797' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/8972951480166421797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/8972951480166421797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2007/04/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-5852231645422429339</id><published>2007-03-20T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:17:59.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We want a baby with eyeballs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pXG1DraA_Ws"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pXG1DraA_Ws" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-5852231645422429339?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/5852231645422429339/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=5852231645422429339' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/5852231645422429339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/5852231645422429339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-want-baby-with-eyeballs.html' title='We want a baby with eyeballs...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-8879215185167262582</id><published>2007-02-27T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T16:22:12.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pix'/><title type='text'>Otterpopzzz</title><content type='html'>I am completely in love with my new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReSj2vrL8QI/AAAAAAAAABg/5V6mA2eNjUs/s1600-h/tenis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReSj2vrL8QI/AAAAAAAAABg/5V6mA2eNjUs/s320/tenis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036330444212924674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wear them every day, with everything. Even if they don't match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also completely addicted to &lt;a href="http://www.otterpops.com/"&gt;Otter Pops&lt;/a&gt;. My favorite is Louie-Bloo Raspberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.otterpops.com/images/mtb_fullimage_louie.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like not working. The money part really sucks though, so today I went on an interview! It's an office position but, BUT!, it's at a speech therapy clinic. Finally, something kinda related to my degree! Even if the job itself isn't really what I went to school for, it's in a related environment. The interview went well, and I hope I get the job. I really liked the office and the people I met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month, I've actually done a few things. On Superbowl Sunday, since Erik and I don't care for football at all, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.sixflags.com/parks/magicmountain/"&gt;Magic Mountain&lt;/a&gt; with his friends Matt, Linda, and Drew. It was a lot of fun, and it was not a thousand degrees like when we went last summer on July 3rd! It was still warm, of course; we go the one weekend in February it was over 70F. Ah well, it was fun and here are some pix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik, Linda &amp; Matt on the tram from the parking lot to the park's entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReTAsfrL8jI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3PTsXWfM28I/s1600-h/ErikLindaMattonTram.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReTAsfrL8jI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3PTsXWfM28I/s320/ErikLindaMattonTram.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036362153956471346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did we go on Superbowl Sunday? No lines! This is Batman. NO LINE. We rode in the front!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReTAhfrL8iI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bihKcP0A1u4/s1600-h/NoLine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReTAhfrL8iI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bihKcP0A1u4/s320/NoLine.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036361964977910306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew and Erik on the way to Goliath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReTAbvrL8hI/AAAAAAAAADs/2MormhTPOSY/s1600-h/DrewErikGoliath.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReTAbvrL8hI/AAAAAAAAADs/2MormhTPOSY/s320/DrewErikGoliath.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036361866193662482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wile E. Coyote injured himself, and had to be carried away on a wheelchair. Sylvester looks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS_-_rL8gI/AAAAAAAAADk/7ILQIrc6p90/s1600-h/Coyoteensilla.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS_-_rL8gI/AAAAAAAAADk/7ILQIrc6p90/s320/Coyoteensilla.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036361372272423426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with Foghorn Leghorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS_AvrL8fI/AAAAAAAAADc/C5jxNabM2Ks/s1600-h/Yo%26Foghorn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS_AvrL8fI/AAAAAAAAADc/C5jxNabM2Ks/s320/Yo%26Foghorn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036360302825566706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik got a booboo, and I had to MacGyver a bandage because we didn't feel like going ALL THE WAY to first aid (we never really found out where it was...) That would be Drew in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS-5_rL8eI/AAAAAAAAADU/i6ptzNexC5Q/s1600-h/DrewErikBooboo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS-5_rL8eI/AAAAAAAAADU/i6ptzNexC5Q/s320/DrewErikBooboo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036360186861449698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are adorable!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS-efrL8dI/AAAAAAAAADM/oJ7LhN4GpCE/s1600-h/ErikLeoCute.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS-efrL8dI/AAAAAAAAADM/oJ7LhN4GpCE/s320/ErikLeoCute.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036359714415047122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first time on &lt;a href="http://www.sixflags.com/parks/magicmountain/Rides/tatsu-virtual.html"&gt;Tatsu&lt;/a&gt;. In the picture, the people are facing the floor. Yeah... It's like you're flying! I did not feel well secured, but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS-UfrL8cI/AAAAAAAAADE/2uGfx1RXDug/s1600-h/Tatsu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS-UfrL8cI/AAAAAAAAADE/2uGfx1RXDug/s320/Tatsu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036359542616355266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a good day. We got to go on more rides in one day than I ever had had the chance! We actually got tired of riding. We left a good two hours before closing. It was nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, Drew decided to move back to Hawaii. For his goodbye dinner, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.codyslajolla.com/"&gt;Cody's&lt;/a&gt; in La Jolla. It was pretty damn good. Drew had gotten a coupon for $273.00 for a job he did, and our bill (for 7 people, with wine) came to $276, including tip! Some pix from that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant's logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS-JfrL8bI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eTtgiKFHDRM/s1600-h/Codys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS-JfrL8bI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eTtgiKFHDRM/s320/Codys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036359353637794226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan &amp; Brittany, who were seated across from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS-DfrL8aI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cjvtV08SnBE/s1600-h/Dan%26Brit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS-DfrL8aI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cjvtV08SnBE/s320/Dan%26Brit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036359250558579106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot stop being adorable. It just can't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS9svrL8ZI/AAAAAAAAACs/m3w_jStTEC0/s1600-h/LeoErikCodys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS9svrL8ZI/AAAAAAAAACs/m3w_jStTEC0/s320/LeoErikCodys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036358859716555154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole gang, after dinner. From left: Brittany, Dan, Drew, Me, Erik, Evan, and Jill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS9k_rL8YI/AAAAAAAAACk/v7Re03VWYpU/s1600-h/Todos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS9k_rL8YI/AAAAAAAAACk/v7Re03VWYpU/s320/Todos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036358726572568962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of Sundays ago, my mom and her husband took Erik and me to L.A. No reason, just to be tourists. First stop was the Farmer's Market, where we had breakfast at &lt;a href="http://www.dupars.com/"&gt;Dupar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dupars.com/"&gt;'s&lt;/a&gt;. They had the best ever in life forever pancakes. OMG!!!!! Normally, I drench pancakes, waffles, and french toast in syrup, but these pancakes required so very little of that! They were deliciousness in pancake form. A picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS9YPrL8XI/AAAAAAAAACc/3RyPBWmUCDM/s1600-h/Food.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS9YPrL8XI/AAAAAAAAACc/3RyPBWmUCDM/s320/Food.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036358507529236850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we walked around the market, and behind the market there's a Downtown Disney-type mall where Erik took a picture of this crooked tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS9P_rL8WI/AAAAAAAAACU/G2ZoN4PxwJs/s1600-h/Arbolchueco.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReS9P_rL8WI/AAAAAAAAACU/G2ZoN4PxwJs/s320/Arbolchueco.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036358365795316066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also got a super-mega-cool &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Alices-Adventures-Wonderland-Pop-up-Adaptation/dp/0689847432"&gt;Alice in Wonderland pop-up book&lt;/a&gt;, that I love with all of my heart, and cannot understand how I lived without all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We walked around more, drove around lots, and saw lots of fun things. One of our last stops in L.A. was to &lt;a href="http://www.sprinklescupcakes.com/"&gt;Sprinkles Cupcakes&lt;/a&gt;, where after waiting for about 20 mins in a pretty long line, I got six delicious cupcakes. Alas, they are by now gone and I yearn for them so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has been my February so far. I like having time to do things!!! I don't like not having money to do them, though. The weird thing is, all of the things I just posted were done on days/times I wouldn't have worked anyway, so what's the deal?&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sprinklescupcakes.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3689806-8879215185167262582?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/8879215185167262582/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=8879215185167262582' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/8879215185167262582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/8879215185167262582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2007/02/otterpopzzz.html' title='Otterpopzzz'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/ReSj2vrL8QI/AAAAAAAAABg/5V6mA2eNjUs/s72-c/tenis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-4527866024463990997</id><published>2007-02-02T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T01:38:33.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pix'/><title type='text'>Feliz Cumpleaños! and some pix</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was &lt;a href="http://controlcachetes.blogspot.com/"&gt;my little brother's&lt;/a&gt; birthday. Happy 26! You're my age now (shut up). So Erik &amp;amp; I went down to TJ to celebrate with my brother, at his second home &lt;a href="http://mofobar.com/"&gt;Mofo&lt;/a&gt;. But first, we went to celebrate my aunt's birthday! Here are some pix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my aunt's: Awww, he's so cute I can't help but stare lovingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/RcMDzM0FZ2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_wfl-aARAtM/s1600-h/LeoErikLookup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/RcMDzM0FZ2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_wfl-aARAtM/s320/LeoErikLookup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026865787223500642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(did you barf yet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My adorable niece, Maria. The cuteness is unbearable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/RcMEC80FZ3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/DiOWmybF7C4/s1600-h/MariaBonita.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/RcMEC80FZ3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/DiOWmybF7C4/s320/MariaBonita.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026866057806440306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still at my aunt's: umm, I dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/RcMEas0FZ4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/8HkIe4KuMuY/s1600-h/ErikPose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/RcMEas0FZ4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/8HkIe4KuMuY/s320/ErikPose.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026866465828333442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Erik's quote: "Look at how the light radiates from my face")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Mofo: The girls! We're so pretty! (and the waiter in the back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/RcMEpc0FZ5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/C1oBzkUHCe8/s1600-h/ChicasMofo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/RcMEpc0FZ5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/C1oBzkUHCe8/s320/ChicasMofo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026866719231403922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clau, the birthday boy, and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/RcME3M0FZ6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/m-V8moYvjBw/s1600-h/ClauAngelLeoMofo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/RcME3M0FZ6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/m-V8moYvjBw/s320/ClauAngelLeoMofo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026866955454605218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I smile ANY wider??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/RcMFY80FZ7I/AAAAAAAAABI/cau8DZARDWg/s1600-h/LeoErikMofo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/RcMFY80FZ7I/AAAAAAAAABI/cau8DZARDWg/s320/LeoErikMofo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026867535275190194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for cake!! Err... Or Ding Dongs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/RcMFos0FZ8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NoX_PY_YlPg/s1600-h/AngelDingDongs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/RcMFos0FZ8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NoX_PY_YlPg/s320/AngelDingDongs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026867805858129858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(with a match in lieu of candle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a good weekend! Happy birthday, little bro! Sorry this post is so late. I'm lazy, what can I say... Hope you had a blast, and many moooore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-4527866024463990997?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/4527866024463990997/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=4527866024463990997' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/4527866024463990997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/4527866024463990997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2007/02/feliz-cumpleaos-and-some-pix.html' title='Feliz Cumpleaños! and some pix'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXjWdwpW1yU/RcMDzM0FZ2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_wfl-aARAtM/s72-c/LeoErikLookup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-116908757641351125</id><published>2007-01-17T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:32:56.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It seems so easy...</title><content type='html'>I got this in an email a while back. Any resemblance with reality is pure coincidence!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Practical Manual to Understanding Women: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NO= Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*YES= No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Maybe= No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Up to you= It'd better be how I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*YOU'RE FREE TO DO WHAT YOU WANT= Don't even think about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DO WHAT YOU WANT= You'll see, asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NO, I'M NOT MAD= I'M SUPER MAD, YOU IDIOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ARE YOU FALLING ASLEEP?= You better not be falling asleep!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*YOU'RE ALL LOVEY TONIGHT...= I'm not in the mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*AM I FAT?= Tell me I'm hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WE NEED= I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WE NEED TO TALK= You're in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTOOD, HONEY= You better agree with me, son of a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I HEARD SOME GOSSIP ABOUT YOU=  "... which I'm of course going to believe more than what you will say"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Practical Manual to Understanding Men:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'M HUNGRY= I'm hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'M SLEEPY= I'm sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'M TIRED= I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WOULD YOU LIKE TO DANCE?= I want sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WANT TO GO SEE A MOVIE?= I want sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*THAT DRESS LOOKS REALLY NICE ON YOU!= You look super hot, and I want sex!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*YES, THE NEW HAIRCUT IS NICE= I honestly didn't notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BUT, WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?? = I don't understand what's the big deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WHAT'S WRONG?= What's wrong NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ARE YOU MAD?= Fuck, I'm screwed. And no sex for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'M BORED= I want sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I LOVE YOU= I need sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WHERE DO YOU WANT TO GO?= If you don't suggest something, it's motel-time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-116908757641351125?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/116908757641351125/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=116908757641351125' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/116908757641351125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/116908757641351125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-seems-so-easy.html' title='It seems so easy...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-116796573825734988</id><published>2007-01-04T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T12:05:41.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's my ideal career?</title><content type='html'>Apparently not my current job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Type: Investigative&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/investigative.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are precise, scientific, and intellectual.&lt;br /&gt;Your talents lie in understanding and solving math and science problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Architect - Biologist - Chemist&lt;br /&gt;Dentist - Electrical Technician - Mathematician&lt;br /&gt;Medical Technician - Meteorologist - Pharmacist&lt;br /&gt;Physician - Surveyor - Veterinarian&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are enterprising careers, like lawyer or real estate agent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Career?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-116796573825734988?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/116796573825734988/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=116796573825734988' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/116796573825734988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/116796573825734988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-my-ideal-career.html' title='What&apos;s my ideal career?'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-116770563964780998</id><published>2007-01-01T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T20:12:35.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>First post of the year! I'm back from the land of hootenannies, as my mom would call it. I went to Tennessee for Christmas. Erik and I left Friday December 22nd. Our flight departed at 2:30pm. I was scheduled to work until 12pm. I was (mostly) packed since Thursday night, so plenty of time to make our flight, right? WRONG! Erik starts to frantically text msg me at like 10 am asking if I can get out sooner than 12. Apparently the line to get into the airport was like 30 mins, plus the check in line inside the airport, plus security checkpoint... After going back and forth about it, I asked if I could leave at 11, but ended up leaving at like 11:30. Went to get Erik,got home, finished packing, my mom was waiting for us downstairs, and off we go! We made it JUST in time. Our flight was San Diego - Dallas, and then Dallas - Nashville. Well we had seats together from San Diego to Dallas, but not on the second part! They told us to ask at the gate in Dallas. Great, I thought, I get to sit next to some weirdo. But we ended up getting to sit together! The flight from Dallas to Nashville was NOT full, at all. Whew. Finally we got to Nashville at 11pm local time (9pm Pacific). After waiting like 35 mins at the baggage claim, and the carousel not having any activity, all of a sudden the carousel next to us that said "Chicago" starts moving and there's our luggage! Thanks for telling us of the change, Nashville International Airport. We were pretty beat but oh hey! We still have to drive about 3 hrs to Knoxville, where Erik's family is... We picked up our rental from Alamo; a very new Pontiac Grand Prix. It had seat warmers!! It was pretty chilly in TN, about 30F/-1C (yes, minus one Celsius). First stop was to the &lt;a href="http://www.wafflehouse.com/"&gt;Waffle House&lt;/a&gt;, which they really need to open up in San Diego!! So yummy. Then the almost 3 hr drive. I was supposed to keep Erik company, but ended up crashing. Oops. The poor guy didn't even turn on the radio, because apparently all of the radio stations between Nashville and Knoxville really suck. It wasn't until like 2 days after we arrived that I discovered the car had XM radio! Ha. Anyway, we arrived at his mom's house at about 4:30am Knoxville time (Eastern). Finally! More sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a big day. Erik's friends, Brandon and Lia, were getting married, and Erik was a groomsman. Here's us looking all spiffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5289/96/1600/86400/wedding1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5289/96/320/860004/wedding1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was at 2:30pm. Erik left beforehand, and I went with his mom. It was a Catholic wedding (Erik is Methodist), so at least I didn't feel TOO out of place. Erik thought the wedding was the longest thing in his life. It really wasn't! Anyway. After the church ceremony, we were pretty darn hungry, so his mom took us to Chick-fil-a, because we didn't know where we were gonna get to eat. The reception was at a Hilton nearby. Lots of people I did not know, obviously, but all in all it was a nice wedding. Here's us with the bride and groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5289/96/1600/45209/wedding2poopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5289/96/320/500710/wedding2poopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must've come off as the most boring people in the world because we ended up leaving the wedding relatively early. I think it was like 11pm. We were so tired, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Erik's friend Abby and her boyfriend came over. We chatted, had lunch; it was fun. That night, Christmas Eve, we went to the church his mom and sister go to (Methodist church), and his sister played the flute with the choir. It was nice, and a very short ceremony! No wonder Erik thought the wedding the day before had been so long, haha. Then we went home, and to bed. Santa was coming! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, it's Christmas! First, the annual breakfast at the Waffle House (again! yay), which is Erik's tradition with his friends. This time it was Brandon and Lia, and Erik's mom and sister. Then back to the house, because Santa came! And also, Erik's aunt Janet. I got so many presents, I was so not expecting all of that! Erik's family is so nice. We opened presents, watched 3/4 of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0366777/"&gt;Millions&lt;/a&gt; (have you seen this yet?!?!), then ate an awesome late lunch/early dinner of steak and mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday our plan was to go to &lt;a href="http://www.dollywood.com/"&gt;Dollywood&lt;/a&gt;. But, even though it'd been fairly chilly the entire time we were there, Tuesday was the only day it actually RAINED! :( aww. We still went to Dollywood, though, rain and all. It was fun! Erik's mom works there part-time as a hostess in one of the restaurants, so we got in for free. We saw a show, rode the bumper cars, and ate at the restaurant where Erik's mom works. It was delicious. It really sucked that it rained, though, because that meant we did not get to ride any of the rollercoasters or other rides... I need to go back when it's not raining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, our last full day there. Also, the day of the family Christmas gathering, since that was the one day everyone could get together. We went to Erik's uncle's house, and in total there were 10 of us. And apparently, that's pretty much it for that side of the family! I think it's funny because in my family 10 people is like 1/16th of us (maybe I'm exaggerating). But anyway, we ate, exchanged more presents! And then went to visit Grandpa (Erik's mom's dad). After that, Erik and I went to visit his friend Ron. It was Ron's birthday, and we were gonna go have a nice dinner, but it was already 7pm and we had to be up by 4:30am to make our flight the next day. So instead Ron, Stephanie, Erik and I played multiplayer &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elite_Beat_Agents"&gt;Elite Beat Agents&lt;/a&gt; for the Nintendo DS, where Erik and I completely kicked Ron and Steph's ass. Erik got me the game, and a super cool black DS for Christmas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left Ron's, we were pretty hungry and Erik had been going on and on about &lt;a href="http://www.krystal.com/"&gt;Krystal&lt;/a&gt;. I've had frozen White Castle, but never the real thing. We got a sack of 12 cheese Krystals. Well, it was really a TRAY of 12. Oh, I made it through like 4, and barely. Erik had 7. He will not be eating Krystals or White Castles in a long time. We finally made it to Erik's mom's house, and I tried to go to bed but at 1am I was still wired. I had set my alarm for 4:45am. Our flight left from Nashville at 8:55am Central. I don't know when I finally went to sleep but of course at like 4:15 I woke up and had to pee really badly. Sigh, 30 more mins of sleep... Should I even try to go back to sleep, or should I just get up now? Too tired, back to sleep. Finally up at 4:45, and by 5:15 I was ready. We had to scrape ice from the windshield; it was damn cold. This time I kept Erik company in the car, I didn't fall asleep!! I wanted to stop by the Waffle House again, but we didn't have time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the airport, and after waiting like 10 mins to check in we decided to try the self serve check-in. It didn't work; it said something about an error, whatever. So back to the line. Another 10 mins. We were still like 15 mins away from being helped, when some lady employee starts yapping about trying the self serve. This other chick in the line was like, I tried but it didn't work. So she was sent to the self serve counter, which had no line! I was like, Erik!! Tell her!! and so off we go to the self serve counter, and we got checked in. The lady there wasn't that nice though, because when, once again we got separate seats for the Dallas-San Diego flight, the lady was all, I HAVE NOTHING!!!!!!!! arghhhhhhhhhhh!!! (ok she didn't yell like that, but she was pretty pissy). Chill out, dude. I was ready to punch people; I was tired, hungry, and very cranky. After a very long wait at security (and passing a table full of left-behind full-size bottles of hairspray, water, lotion... People, do you not understand the meaning of NO LIQUIDS/GELS allowed, except in 3oz containers in a ziplock bag?), we finally made it in! I hate having to freaking undress at security, though. I mean the shoes, the jacket, the belt, the hat... omg! Anyway, our flight was relatively uneventful. And after changing our seats in Dallas (yay together again!), we made it into San Diego a full half hour earlier than expected. I called my mom to pick us up, and she hadn't even left TJ yet. Nice. After a quick stop at &lt;a href="http://www.cohnrestaurants.com/cohn/cohnrestaurants/corvette.php"&gt;Corvette Diner&lt;/a&gt; for lunch (I'd basically been up since 1:45am Pacific, and had only had half an egg/cheese/bacon biscuit in Nashville at like 5am Pacific). Mmmmm, Mac &amp;amp; Cheese. After lunch, finally, home sweet home! I kinda miss TN, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday it was back to work! Sigh. Bye bye, vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon, my friend Tere called and wanted to meet up. The plan was to have Erik drop me off in Fashion Valley and Tere would drop me off after dinner. So we're walking to Erik's car, which had been parked in his parking spot at his apartment complex, and hadn't been moved since we left for TN, because he didn't work Friday. We get to his car, and he just stands there, looking horrified. I didn't know what was happening, but he just stood there. Then I see it. Erik has a convertible Miata, with a soft top. There was a huge rip in the top!!! And his door was ajar. They broke into his car :( And because they left the door ajar, it drained the battery. I didn't really want to go to dinner with Tere after this, but he insisted I go and try to have fun. In the meantime, his roommate helped him jump start his car and he drove it around for a bit, but wasn't able to turn it back on after he turned it off. So he called his insurance, and put in a claim for vandalism. We didn't think they'd stolen anything, but later he realized his FM transmitter for his media player wasn't there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday my mom, Erik, and I drove up to Pico Rivera to visit my aunt and uncle, and my cousin Vicky who is in town visiting from Denver, with her adorable kids Alex and Adrian. We were there pretty much all day, and it was nice but nothing really out there happened for me to write about. It's always nice to see family, though, especially on my dad's side. I miss my dad so much, and seeing his brother and his family really helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Erik and I went to Sears to get some jumper cables, so I could help him jump start his car and we could take it get the battery fixed/replaced. We drove around to like 3 different places, and apparently no one has batteries for a Miata. WTH! But it seems that driving around helped his car or something, because even though we were terrified of turning the car off while we drove to Sears, Pep Boys, etc, when we got back to his place and he shut the car off, he was able to start it back up without a hitch! Very odd. He has tried it a couple more times since then, and it seems to be fine. Except for the big, fucking rip in the top, that is. It makes me so mad that someone did that! People really suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sunday was also, of course, New Year's Eve. We were gonna hang out with Erik's friends, but they decided to go to a bar instead of just hanging out at home, and well Erik and I are pretty poor so we couldn't go. Instead, I made us a delicious dinner of Pollo a la Naranja, Tennessee Taters, and biscuits. Everything from scratch, except the biscuits haha, I got lazy there. Very, very yummy. Then we had some Captain Morgan and Coke, and we played some &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mario_Party_7"&gt;Mario Party 7&lt;/a&gt;. Then off to bed! Yes, we're very exciting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I finally bought a digital camera, so hopefully I'll get some pix on here soon. Well, I just recently ORDERED it, so first it has to get here, and then I have to actually do something to take a picture of. But I'll try to get more pix from my trip too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, today has ended, the first day of the new year, the last day of vacation for Erik, and of the long weekend for me. Back to the grind tomorrow! Hope your holidays were as fun as mine! (Minus the car vandalism).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-116770563964780998?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/116770563964780998/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=116770563964780998' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/116770563964780998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/116770563964780998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-116537150001177264</id><published>2006-12-05T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T10:37:50.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5289/96/1600/484766/gb-open-new._V35633142_.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5289/96/200/327699/gb-open-new._V35633142_.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amazon.com"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; has this nifty thing, where every day you can click on this gold box in the top corner and it takes you to the "deal of the day". Yesterday's deal of the day was a DVD set of all 3 seasons of &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0367279/"&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/a&gt; for only $33.79, with Free Super Saver Shipping!!! Well, I'm sooo there! I click on "order", enter my card info to pay, and then I realize I have to edit my address. I edit, and try to complete my order but get an error message. Oh crap. I keep refresing the page, and nothing. I start looking for Amazon's customer service/help page. Not very helpful! They don't list their phone number, but rather you enter yours and they call you. Ok fine, call me. I get some foreign lady, yay for outsourcing =\ It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon: Hi, thank you for calling Amazon.com, my name is (something foreign), can I have your order number please?&lt;br /&gt;L: Actually I don't have an order number, see I was trying to place an order but before I could receive confirmation the page crashed and I got an error message. I keep refresing and nothing, I just wanna make sure it didn't go through so I don't place a duplicate order.&lt;br /&gt;Amazon: I see, Ok. Let's help you. Can I have your order number please?&lt;br /&gt;L: (omg did you not hear me?!) Yeah, see, I'm not sure you understood, I don't have an order number, I was trying to place one but something happened and I got an error message. I just need to see if it went through or not, I do not want to place a duplicate order...&lt;br /&gt;Amazon: (sounding really spaced out and not at all there) Yes, I see. Ok. Ok, can I please have your email address?&lt;br /&gt;L: [gave her the email]&lt;br /&gt;Amazon: Ok, I do not see any orders placed. Please try again in an hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confirm with her that the order didn't go through, nothing was ordered. Ok. Hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 30 mins or so later, I try to place the order again. I only had 2 hrs before the deal expired! Ok, I clicked on everything I needed to click on, and I get an email confirming my order. SCORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, I hear my email notification go off and it's an email from Amazon. I was about to ignore it, but decided instead to read it. Thank goodness!! It was a confirmation for yet another order of the same damn DVD set! NOOO!!! And this time, I'm being charged shipping! NOO!! I wanted Free Super Saver Shippping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to cancel it, but wouldn't you know it, yet another error message. ARGHHH!!! I try several times, and nothing. I do the call thing again. My phone rings, I wait for someone to get on the other line and it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon: Hi, thank you for calling Amazon.com, my name is Nette (nette?, did I hear right?), can I have your order number please?&lt;br /&gt;L: [gave order #]&lt;br /&gt;Amazon: Ok, How can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;L: Yeah, I'm trying to cancel this order, because you see, I had already placed the same exact order an hour ago, and now on this one I'm being charged shipping. I don't even know why this order was placed. I called before and was told no order had been placed.&lt;br /&gt;Amazon: Yes, ok. I see. I will cancel this order.&lt;br /&gt;L: Ok, so it's cancelled? Because it says it's shipping tomorrow and can't be cancelled once it ships.&lt;br /&gt;Amazon: It's cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get an email shortly after from Amazon, not confirming the cancellation, but asking me to rate this customer service experience. I went to my order page on Amazon.com and both orders were still there. I kept refreshing, and both were still there. After like 10-15 mins, the second order changes from "Not yet shipped" to "Shipping soon". NOOO!!!! I try to cancel it and it says it can't be cancelled once it begins the shipping process. NOOO!!!! I went to the email to rate my customer service experience and clicked NO when it asked if my inquiry was settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third call of the night to Amazon. This time I get a guy, without a foreign accent. FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon: Thank you for calling Amazon.com, this is Jay, can I have your order number please?&lt;br /&gt;L: [gave order #]&lt;br /&gt;Amazon: Ok, how can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;L: See, I called an hr ago, and supposedly cancelled this order. Now it's being shipped and I can't cancel. Well, I don't want it! I had already placed the order and  wanted the Free Super Saver Shipping, which this second order does not have, and I was willing to wait a week for that. Now this second one is being shipped tomorrow and I have to pay the shipping?! (I tried my best not to be a bitch, but I did sound desperate for help)&lt;br /&gt;Amazon: Ok, let's help you. [clicks things] Oh ok, yes, I do see here my fellow associates made some notes. I do see also that in the last call you attempted to cancel the second order. Unfortunately, my fellow associate did not cancel it correctly and now it's being shipped. I can't cancel it, I'm so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;L: Um, no, unacceptable. I should not have to pay for this! I mean, I tried to cancel it, it didn't do it and now I'm being charged!&lt;br /&gt;Amazon: You are right, I completely agree with you! You should not pay...&lt;br /&gt;L: Well, yes that's very nice of you, I appreciate it, but it doesn't help me much if I'm still getting stuck with this.&lt;br /&gt;Amazon: Well, you can refuse the package, and then we can reimburse you?&lt;br /&gt;L: I won't be home when they deliver, plus it doesn't make any sense for me to refuse a package that I am going to accept next week! What can I do?? (I swear I was being nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After kinda going back and forth on how to fix this, my new best friend Jay offers to give me a $10 credit, and use part of it to pay for shipping and the rest I can use on any future orders with Amazon. He then cancelled the first order, so now I can get my order sooner instead of next week, and I still got the free shipping, plus credit for a future order! YES! I'm happy again!!! I thanked Jay, and answered YES on his customer service experience email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my Monday night. HAPPY HOLIDAYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-116537150001177264?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/116537150001177264/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=116537150001177264' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/116537150001177264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/116537150001177264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-116485381393208447</id><published>2006-11-29T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T08:27:45.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robin Hood</title><content type='html'>My brother posted the other day about having this song stuck in his head. Well, thanks little brother, now I do too. So I had to find it and post it and pass it on to all of you, of course!!! Enjoy the intro to one of my favorite movies ever (and is it weird I always thought Robin is really cute??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wSC4mQzhBSg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wSC4mQzhBSg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a cute pic from old times (totally random):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5289/96/1600/297057/AngelTinacoModified.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5289/96/320/437037/AngelTinacoModified.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-116485381393208447?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://imdb.com/title/tt0070608/' title='Robin Hood'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/116485381393208447/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=116485381393208447' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/116485381393208447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/116485381393208447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/11/robin-hood.html' title='Robin Hood'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-115670243418274533</id><published>2006-09-27T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T12:19:14.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who do I look like?</title><content type='html'>Funny thing... I actually created and saved this post as a draft back in August 27th. ONE month ago! Weird. So then I go look at everyone's blog, and during the last week or so, they/you've all done it! So I thought, hey! I gotta unearth that post of mine... So here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="Click here to create your own Celebrity Collage on MyHeritage - best site for your family tree and photos" alt="Click here to create your own Celebrity Collage on MyHeritage - best site for your family tree and photos" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://69.93.254.120/F/storage/site1/files/43/28/4328_5698d4351f443416zo02.jpg" border="0" height="574" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-115670243418274533?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/115670243418274533/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=115670243418274533' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115670243418274533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115670243418274533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/09/who-do-i-look-like.html' title='Who do I look like?'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-115933032316677819</id><published>2006-09-26T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:21:22.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIG! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/PearlsFax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/320/PearlsFax.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* a ham-eating pig, though? ick! ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-115933032316677819?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/115933032316677819/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=115933032316677819' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115933032316677819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115933032316677819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/09/pig-3.html' title='PIG! &lt;3'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-115783711696427950</id><published>2006-09-09T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T18:39:02.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIP- I am, you're not</title><content type='html'>Actually, I'm not either. The border officer was very adamant about SENTRI not being a VIP pass. In fact, they're even stricter than the regular lanes, and they have a zero tolerance policy. But dammit, it's worth it because I will no longer have to wait a couple of hours to come back to San Diego!! WOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my friends. I am officially SENTRI now (see previous post). I went to my appointment on Thursday, waited and waited, got my (bad) picture taken, answered all the questions, paid, and waited some more. After an orientation session, I got my sticker and my pass. If you don't have it and you want it, you will have to wait now, because they're not taking new appointments for now!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're going to Disneyland. Yes, you want post and pictures. Well, I might post someday about it, but I don't have a camera yet, so the pictures cannot be promised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture from back in the day though. It fits into 2 categories: Disneyland, and "Bad Picture of the Day" like my brother had on his blog earlier this year... This is the winner. Who is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/angelestornudocrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/320/angelestornudocrop.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats, little brother. You are now SENTRI, too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-115783711696427950?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/115783711696427950/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=115783711696427950' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115783711696427950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115783711696427950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/09/vip-i-am-youre-not.html' title='VIP- I am, you&apos;re not'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-115637389610978700</id><published>2006-08-23T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T06:07:38.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMING SOON...</title><content type='html'>I will have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bajabound.com/before/permits/sentri.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;SENTRI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 7th, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about f-ing time! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-115637389610978700?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/115637389610978700/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=115637389610978700' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115637389610978700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115637389610978700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/08/coming-soon.html' title='COMING SOON...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-115298047515428048</id><published>2006-07-15T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T07:47:42.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures, etc</title><content type='html'>Blah blah blah!! Nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is mostly a picture post, just because that's what I want. Also because I'm lazy. So if you're on dial-up, you might hate me. Of course, if you're on dial-up you have bigger problems in life than me posting pictures :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week my beloved &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tijuana"&gt;Tijuana&lt;/a&gt; turned 117 years old. I love my town, but I hate the people who are now living there and causing all kinds of drama :( When I was growing up, probably mostly due to being really sheltered, I never felt unsafe. Life is certainly different now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, some pix! One Tijuana-related, and the others about me because really, this is MY blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That big ball thing is the &lt;a href="http://www.cecut.gob.mx/"&gt;Tijuana Cultural Center&lt;/a&gt;, aka CeCuT. I wish I could go there more often. I like their IMAX screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/Tijuana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/400/Tijuana.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my mom's birthday, we took some pictures of my 4 yr old nephew sleeping with beer cans all over. I only took 1 pic so I'm waiting for the other people who took more pix (ahem, Angel, Diana) to email them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/alonsitocervezas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/400/alonsitocervezas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, Erik and I were driving around Mission Valley, and we noticed a lot of water. Then we looked up. Apparently, a fire hydrant broke. We drove under the water! It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/geiser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/400/geiser.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when at Starbucks they ask for your name. If my name was easy, then maybe I woulnd't mind. I don't necessarily think my name is DIFFICULT, but apparently people everywhere have trouble with it since I'm always met with all kinds of blank and/or confused looks when I say my name. So, I always get some variation of my name on my cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/starbux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/400/starbux.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Rita's grandaughter, Ximena, and me. Rita is like our second mom. Ximena is the cutest thing. I think Ximena might have more trouble than me at English-speaking Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/leoximena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/400/leoximena.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ximena with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/angelximena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/400/angelximena.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Erik and me at Magic Mountain. I shouldn't wear baseball caps, because I look like I should be selling hot dogs at the baseball game, but it was insanely hot and sunny that day. We're still mega cute, though. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/leoerikmagicmtn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/400/leoerikmagicmtn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm jobless, for now, I figure I should do something with my summer. Thursday, my friend Tere and I went to Ensenada. This is the flag they have when you first enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/EnsenadaBandera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/400/EnsenadaBandera.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is me in Ensenada, all happy because I just ate :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/leoensenada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/400/leoensenada.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-115298047515428048?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/115298047515428048/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=115298047515428048' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115298047515428048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115298047515428048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/07/pictures-etc.html' title='Pictures, etc'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-115221297186036615</id><published>2006-07-06T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T13:24:48.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Chicxulub</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/chicxulub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/400/chicxulub.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt; bored. When I'm looking up random places and their weather, well, you know I'm beyond bored. This is dedicated to &lt;a href="http://controlcachetes.blogspot.com"&gt;my brother&lt;/a&gt;, to remind us of good times in Astrobiology class. Let's all go visit Chicxulub!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-115221297186036615?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/115221297186036615/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=115221297186036615' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115221297186036615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115221297186036615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-3-chicxulub.html' title='I &lt;3 Chicxulub'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-115214077978418484</id><published>2006-07-05T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T15:41:15.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare to laugh a LOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LwQnlZIAfg4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LwQnlZIAfg4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-115214077978418484?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/115214077978418484/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=115214077978418484' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115214077978418484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115214077978418484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/07/prepare-to-laugh-lot.html' title='Prepare to laugh a LOT.'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-115206910937169765</id><published>2006-07-04T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:45:11.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/ErikLeonora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/320/ErikLeonora.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still too lazy to actually write out a post... but here's a pic for now. Aren't we cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-115206910937169765?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/115206910937169765/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=115206910937169765' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115206910937169765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115206910937169765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/07/aww.html' title='Aww...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-115103003263489598</id><published>2006-06-22T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T11:19:30.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup Spirit</title><content type='html'>I do have one! Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a fun quiz, for all you fanatics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/5106006.stm"&gt;BBC Audio Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna need your speakers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-115103003263489598?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/115103003263489598/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=115103003263489598' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115103003263489598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115103003263489598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-spirit.html' title='World Cup Spirit'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-115048528157077624</id><published>2006-06-16T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T09:38:48.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more!</title><content type='html'>At the Drive In! It's awesome. My favorite part is when Little Dog says the drive-in is caca, and wonders why people come. Check the cars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h48l9I9rnO8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h48l9I9rnO8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-115048528157077624?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/115048528157077624/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=115048528157077624' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115048528157077624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115048528157077624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-more.html' title='One more!'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-115047983193595018</id><published>2006-06-16T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T21:25:26.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Pelotas! &amp; Cat!</title><content type='html'>Best cartoon ever. In life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/22xvi5nsGgU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/22xvi5nsGgU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TsT2q-y3yeA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TsT2q-y3yeA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a bonus from the best comic in life. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;Can my fellow bloggers relate? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/pearls2006024428616.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/400/pearls2006024428616.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-115047983193595018?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/115047983193595018/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=115047983193595018' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115047983193595018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115047983193595018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/06/las-pelotas-cat.html' title='Las Pelotas! &amp; Cat!'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-115016838670715715</id><published>2006-06-12T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T03:21:35.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss the 80's</title><content type='html'>I'm not really sure why only Ricky Martin gets the "gay" rep out of all Menudo members, but this video is all gay. It's AWESOME! Watch for a very young Ricky in a nice, pink shirt. The dancing is really the highlight for me! Stay til the end cuz the best dance scene is towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hq2AoSRN27E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hq2AoSRN27E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you miss the 80's too??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-115016838670715715?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/115016838670715715/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=115016838670715715' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115016838670715715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/115016838670715715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-miss-80s.html' title='I miss the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114903065040353487</id><published>2006-05-30T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T17:46:14.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 posts in 1 day = I'm that bored</title><content type='html'>So bored I found this really funny... It's been one of those days  :Þ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5 presidents are on a plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five presidents are on a plane: George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, and George W. Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Washington says, "I will make someone happy!" and throws a dollar bill off the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Abraham Lincoln says, "I will make five people happy!" and throws 5 one dollar bills off the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then John Adams says, "I will make 500 people happy!" and throws 500 one dollar bills off the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Thomas Jefferson says, "I will make the whole world happy!" and throws George W. Bush off the plane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114903065040353487?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114903065040353487/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114903065040353487' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114903065040353487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114903065040353487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/05/2-posts-in-1-day-im-that-bored.html' title='2 posts in 1 day = I&apos;m that bored'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114901500710319428</id><published>2006-05-30T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:47:50.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thundercats are on the loose...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Qd_IsxgAf8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Qd_IsxgAf8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to add this &lt;a href="http://overheardintheoffice.com"&gt;overheard&lt;/a&gt;. It had to be San Diego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12PM Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food service worker: What type of soda would you like today?&lt;br /&gt;Female customer: Large.&lt;br /&gt;Food service worker: Yes, mam'm. But what type or flavor did you want?&lt;br /&gt;Female customer: I said large.&lt;br /&gt;Food service worker: Yes, mam'm. Diet Coke? Sprite? Coke? What type?&lt;br /&gt;Female customer: Are you fucking stupid or something? Large. A large soda. How many times do I have to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Diego Mall Food Court&lt;br /&gt;San Diego, California&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114901500710319428?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114901500710319428/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114901500710319428' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114901500710319428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114901500710319428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/05/thundercats-are-on-loose.html' title='Thundercats are on the loose...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114859984574672199</id><published>2006-05-25T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T16:30:45.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEAM TAYLOR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/art1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/320/art1a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Soul Patrol... CONGRATS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/1842445/149773430.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114859984574672199?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114859984574672199/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114859984574672199' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114859984574672199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114859984574672199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/05/team-taylor.html' title='TEAM TAYLOR!'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114842628414935502</id><published>2006-05-23T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T02:42:06.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/colormother%26daughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/400/colormother%26daughter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always felt lucky that my mom was not like a lot of moms, pressuring me to find a guy, get married, have children, etc. [She just rags on me about my weight! That much is normal]. Granted, I had a consistent boyfriend for a large chunk of my life (from age 15 til 24, 4 different long-term relationships). And even after that last long relationship, I've had some shorter-term boyfriends that she met at some point. I don't think I've ever expressed to her being unhappily single. She has not met a boyfriend of mine since September 05, though, and she's not known me to date anyone since (which is not necessarily the case, she just hasn't met them). So, maybe she thinks I need a boyfriend? She must. Because I received an email from her today. She begins by telling me about a website where I can look for jobs that are related to my major. That much is appreciated. She continues with this (which I translated from its original Spanish, but I will post the original below it, too):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I also went into Dating &amp; Personal (sic) and put that I was searching for men between 25 and 30 years of age within 40 miles of your zipcode and I got a ton of results and some were quite attractive. You should check it out. There's nothing to lose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tambien me meti en Dating &amp; Personal y puse que buscaba hombres entre 25 y &lt;br /&gt;30 anos  en un area de 40 millas cerca de tu zip code y salieron un chorro y &lt;br /&gt;unos bastante atractivos.  Deberias meterte.  No pierdes nada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, my own mom think I should do online dating. I replied something along the lines of Thanks, but No thanks... and how it's kinda lame. She wrote back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well it's better than not doing anything on weekends, or not have friends. it doesn't have to be serious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pues esta peor no hacer nada los fines de semana o tener amigos, no tiene &lt;br /&gt;que ser en serio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm still tending my very serious BURN!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, my mom (even with her best intentions) has joined the club of mothers who just want their daughters to find a nice man to settle down with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I appreciate the sentiment, but I am already dating someone. I like him a lot, really. I'm not such a loser. I am able to meet people on my own. Thanks for the vote of confidence, though!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114842628414935502?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114842628414935502/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114842628414935502' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114842628414935502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114842628414935502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers.html' title='Mothers'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114798323853418650</id><published>2006-05-18T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:46:08.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Elliott</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/elliott_123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/400/elliott_123.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voted for you. I wanted you to win. But, what can we expect from an audience that voted off Mandisa and Chris Daughtry, right? All I know is that I don't like Katharine. So, Taylor, you get my vote next time.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you, Elliott.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114798323853418650?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114798323853418650/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114798323853418650' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114798323853418650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114798323853418650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/05/goodbye-elliott.html' title='Goodbye, Elliott'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114791238240740874</id><published>2006-05-17T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T02:18:42.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/ClueBig.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/400/ClueBig.0.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own this movie on DVD, and I've seen it over 10 times, at least. However, I seem to have to watch it anytime it's shown on TV, as it is now. Why? I don't know. It's such a funny movie, though! Here I leave you with some quotes (handpicked by me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. White: He was deranged, he was... lunatic. He didn't seem to like me very much. He had threatened to kill me in public.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Scarlet: Why would he want to kill you in public?&lt;br /&gt;Wadsworth: I think she meant he threatened, in public, to kill her.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Scarlet: Oh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wadsworth: Ah, but he was your second husband. Your fist husband disappeared also.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. White: Well, but, that was his job, he was an illusionist.&lt;br /&gt;Wadsworth: Yes, but he never reappeared.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. White: Well, he wasn't a very good illusionist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colonel Mustard: Wadsworth, am I right in thinking there is no body else in this house?&lt;br /&gt;Wadsworth: Ummm, no.&lt;br /&gt;Colonel Mustard: Then there is someone else in this house?&lt;br /&gt;Wadsworth: No, sorry. I said no meaning yes.&lt;br /&gt;Colonel Mustard: No meaning yes? Look I want a straight answer, is there someone else, or isn't there? Yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;Wadsworth: Ummm, no.&lt;br /&gt;Colonel Mustard: No there is, or no there isn't?&lt;br /&gt;Wadsworth: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;Mrs. White: [throws glass into fireplace] Please!&lt;br /&gt;Colonel Mustard: Well, there is still some confusion as to whether there is someone else in this house!&lt;br /&gt;Wadsworth: I told you there isn't.&lt;br /&gt;Colonel Mustard: There isn't any confusion or there isn't anyone else in the house?&lt;br /&gt;Wadsworth: Either. Um, or both.&lt;br /&gt;Colonel Mustard: Just give me a straight answer.&lt;br /&gt;Wadsworth: Certainly.&lt;br /&gt;[pause]&lt;br /&gt;Wadsworth: What was the question? &lt;br /&gt;Colonel Mustard: Is there anybody else in the house.&lt;br /&gt;All: NO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wadsworth: A double negative!&lt;br /&gt;Colonel Mustard: Double negative? You mean you have photographs?&lt;br /&gt;Wadsworth: That sounds like a confession to me. In fact the double negative has led to proof positive. I'm afraid you gave yourself away.&lt;br /&gt;Colonel Mustard: Are you trying to make me look stupid in front of the other guests?&lt;br /&gt;Wadsworth: You don't need any help from me, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Colonel Mustard: That's right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Plum: What are you afraid of, a fate worse than death?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Peacock: No, just death, isn't that enough? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Green: So it was you. I was going to expose you.&lt;br /&gt;Wadsworth: I know. So I choose to expose myself.&lt;br /&gt;Colonel Mustard: Please, there are ladies present! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~o~o~The End~o~o~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114791238240740874?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://imdb.com/title/tt0088930/' title='Clue'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114791238240740874/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114791238240740874' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114791238240740874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114791238240740874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/05/clue.html' title='Clue'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114738484198600907</id><published>2006-05-11T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T02:34:39.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Pig, part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/pearls2006366400511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/320/pearls2006366400511.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVING THE MUSICAL NOTE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114738484198600907?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114738484198600907/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114738484198600907' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114738484198600907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114738484198600907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-3-pig-part-ii.html' title='I &lt;3 Pig, part II'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114719755133552656</id><published>2006-05-09T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:19:26.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/03.fidel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/400/03.fidel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.comics.com/comics/pearls/"&gt;Pearls Before Swine&lt;/a&gt;, written and illustrated by &lt;a href="http://www.comics.com/comics/pearls/html/about_author.html"&gt;Stephan Pastis&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114719755133552656?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114719755133552656/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114719755133552656' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114719755133552656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114719755133552656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-pig.html' title='I love Pig'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114607147308271510</id><published>2006-04-26T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T16:15:13.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not totally callous...</title><content type='html'>Ever notice how, when someone dies, either in an accident, from illness, or by murder, all of a sudden that person was the sweetest, most likeable person ever, and they could do no wrong? No one hates them. Were they even human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't think anyone deserves to die young (death is a part of life, so we're all gonna die someday, but preferably after we've lived a long and happy life). And I think most people are basically nice, but we are all human and we all make mistakes. We're not 100% good. Why can't we accept people for who they really are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a really weird website called Deathspace, or something like that, I forget. Basically it's like Myspace, but for people (mostly young people) who've died. It tells you how they died, and links their actual Myspace, and people comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a page for this girl, she was like 15 or 16. She died because she stole her mom's car while being grounded, and I think she and her friends were drinking or something, and they got into an accident, and the girl died. I don't remember if any of her friends were injured, or if she even had passengers. Anyway, yes it's a sad event and it was probably an accident, but... SHE WAS DRINKING WHILE UNDER AGE, SHE STOLE HER MOM'S CAR WHILE GROUNDED, AND SHE MIGHT'VE HAD PASSENGERS (I just don't remember, but still all things being very irresponsible!). Seriously, people!! I know it's still sad that she passed away. But people forget that everything you do in life has CONSEQUENCES. Some are fatal. She was probably a very sweet girl, but I doubt EVERYONE liked her SOOO MUCH and she was SOO PERFECT!! No, she wasn't. She did bad things, too. It's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that when we lose someone (either by death or just by being out of our life), all of a sudden they become this perfect being. So, because a certain boy or girl was brutally murdered, they become saints? I think we need to keep perspective. Mourning is not the same as idealizing. When you say that someone was just the best person ever and OMG etc, you are not properly paying your respects. You're not mourning the real person, you're mourning the perfect idea of what you wanted the person to be, and I think that's disrespectful. Accept the person who has passed on was human, and you will be paying a better tribute to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I do have heart and I do have soul. I'm not hatin'! I just keep it real, dawg! Sorry, Randy Jackson got a hold of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...probably because I'm in love with &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/elliott_yamin/"&gt;Elliott&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/i/f/elliott.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made Paula CRY! I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, is the most random segue in life. I should be in the Guiness Book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114607147308271510?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114607147308271510/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114607147308271510' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114607147308271510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114607147308271510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-not-totally-callous.html' title='I&apos;m not totally callous...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114541298176294501</id><published>2006-04-18T19:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T03:42:42.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Samgee all about?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sharkonland.com/forumpics/mo-naked-hoes.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**I did not create this, but I don't know who to credit**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114541298176294501?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114541298176294501/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114541298176294501' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114541298176294501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114541298176294501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-is-samgee-all-about_18.html' title='What is Samgee all about?'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114488261339515585</id><published>2006-04-12T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T03:20:39.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm doing it again...</title><content type='html'>Posting &lt;a href="http://overheardintheoffice.com"&gt;Overheards&lt;/a&gt;. This one, sadly, is true! Mexicans ARE bad tippers. Few people I know tip well, even fewer recognize the tip jar at coffee shops and the like. My mom still thinks 10% is acceptable. It's NOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2PM Collate Receipts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boss:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Find anything interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Employee:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yeah. Mexicans are bad tippers...Sorry, that was racist. &lt;em&gt;Spanish people&lt;/em&gt; are bad tippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1100 Vermont Avenue NWWashington, DC&lt;br /&gt;Overheard by: adrone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it also includes one of my pet peeves: hispanics, latin-americans, people who speak Spanish as a first language, etc. ARE NOT "SPANISH". SPANISH is their language. It's like calling people from the US, Australia, etc "English". Stupids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114488261339515585?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114488261339515585/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114488261339515585' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114488261339515585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114488261339515585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-doing-it-again.html' title='I&apos;m doing it again...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114477984543608155</id><published>2006-04-11T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:48:59.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I feel like sometimes... at work...</title><content type='html'>(Yes, an &lt;a href="http://www.overheardintheoffice.com/"&gt;Overheard in the Office&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;April 10, 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5PM That's a Wrap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boss:&lt;/em&gt; It's such a nice day and nothing is happening in here...I think I'm going to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Employee #1&lt;/em&gt;: That sounds good. Can I leave, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boss:&lt;/em&gt; Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Employee #2:&lt;/em&gt; And me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boss:&lt;/em&gt; If you want. Hey, [Erica]! If the phone rings, then just--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clerk:&lt;/em&gt; Wait, you're all going to leave me here by myself and you expect me to actually do shit? Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101 Braddock Road&lt;br /&gt;Frostburg, Maryland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overheard by: Ren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114477984543608155?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114477984543608155/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114477984543608155' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114477984543608155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114477984543608155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-i-feel-like-sometimes-at-work.html' title='How I feel like sometimes... at work...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114460861682372183</id><published>2006-04-09T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T13:56:47.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Degrassi- it goes there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/j%26sb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/400/j%26sb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late 80s, while watching PBS as I always did, I encountered this show... Degrassi. I was around 9-10 yrs old, and the show was set in Jr High and then High School. Older kids. Cool. They spoke funny, too. They said "Sorry" as "soh-rry" instead of "sah-rry" like us. Where are they from?? Canada, turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, I'm channel surfing and I see in the "info" part of my cable "Degrassi: The Next Generation". How lame, I thought. So not the same... Wait, is that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.degrassi.ca/dl/YEARBOOK/SpikePearls.JPG"&gt;Spike&lt;/a&gt;? And &lt;a href="http://www.degrassi.ca/dl/YEARBOOK/Snakebaby.JPG"&gt;Snake&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;a href="http://www.degrassi.ca/gallery/img381_0.jpg"&gt;Caitlin&lt;/a&gt;! Oh my God, it's &lt;a href="http://www.degrassi.ca/dl/YEARBOOK/Joey-Bandage.JPG"&gt;Joey Jeremiah&lt;/a&gt;!! COOL! And thus, I became obsessed. In the original show, Spike got pregnant in 8th grade and had Emma. In the Next Generation, Emma is now in Jr High (well, now she's in High School, but in the pilot she was in Jr High). And the show revolves around the next generation of Degrassi students. Snake is now a teacher there. And marries Spike eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's a teen show, you say. You laugh. You scoff. Yea, and? KEVIN SMITH likes it! He knows what's good!!! And so he managed to get on the show. He wanted to be in the pilot, but things didn't work out... so like 5 yrs later, they finally gave him the chance. And so Jay and Silent Bob did Degrassi. Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114460861682372183?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.the-n.com/ntv/shows/index.php?id=67' title='Degrassi- it goes there'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114460861682372183/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114460861682372183' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114460861682372183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114460861682372183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/04/degrassi-it-goes-there.html' title='Degrassi- it goes there'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114436095944502353</id><published>2006-04-06T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T07:27:53.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dial "R" for Retro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/1600/retrophone_handset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5289/96/320/retrophone_handset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, we know all about bluetooth headsets for cell phones, but forget that stuff! We have here the latest development in cell phone technology and it's a big hunk of beautiful plastic. An accessory for your phone that you can really grab onto. Something with heft and that good-old-American solid construction feel - like a 1972 Cadillac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/gadgets/electronic/7830/"&gt;The Retro Phone Handset&lt;/a&gt;* is a new production replica of the Western Electric 500-series model, which was the classic phone handset for several decades. It's been slightly modified to work with the headset jack of most cell phones (or via a "hands free" adapter kit, sold elsewhere). Just plug-in and dial - or for added effect, put your cell phone in your pant's pocket - then it looks like you're talking on a phone connected to... well, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also has these great features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2.5mm jack will work with most phones (Motorola, LG, Samsung)&lt;br /&gt;-Connection can also be made using a "hands free" adapter kit (not included)&lt;br /&gt;-No batteries required&lt;br /&gt;-Includes: handset and classic curly phone cord with connector&lt;br /&gt;-Adapters now available for: Nokia, Ericsson, Siemens (more details) - $4.99 each&lt;br /&gt;-Works with Blackberry, does not work with RAZR phones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(entire text copied verbatim from the link).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114436095944502353?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114436095944502353/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114436095944502353' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114436095944502353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114436095944502353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/04/dial-r-for-retro.html' title='Dial &quot;R&quot; for Retro'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114421084438792296</id><published>2006-04-04T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:13:47.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 COX</title><content type='html'>Scrubs stole my joke! Except, when I said it, it wasn't a joke, I was serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backtracking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliot and Jordan (Kate on Drew Carey) are talking. Jordan tells Elliot that one of the reasons she divorced "Perry" (Dr. Cox) was because of his last name. It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliot- "You don't like Cox?"&lt;br /&gt;Jordan- "Actually, I love Cox"&lt;br /&gt;Pervy Surgeon (don't know his name, the one who doesn't wear sleeves)- says something about how it's a perfect conversation between girls...&lt;br /&gt;Jordan- says something about conversations always went that way and that's why she hated the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK hello?? I was in ASL (American Sign Language) class one time, and we were doing a group activity. We were supposed to only use Sign in class (not speak) but the teacher stepped out, so of course we started talking. Someone said they were moving somewhere in Clairemont or something, and I said that it was a nice area but I wouldn't live north of the 8 Freeway because they have Time-Warner Cable. So what, my classmates said. I replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just love COX!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, of course, Cox Cable, my Internet, Phone, and (yes) Cable provider. And it was fairly obiovus what I had meant (in context) but nonetheless the whole class stopped talking and stared at me. Ahh fun times. I totally knew what I had said as it was coming out of my mouth, but it was too late to stop. And now my joke is on Scrubs. Just like they did the Updog joke recently. That's a good one, but I can't ever do it right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114421084438792296?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114421084438792296/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114421084438792296' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114421084438792296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114421084438792296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-3-cox.html' title='I &lt;3 COX'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114403439154738680</id><published>2006-04-02T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:19:51.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temperatures...</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people think California, or more specifically San Diego, is always HOT. Well, my friends. No. It's not always hot. I'm not gonna complain about it being "cold" because I know it's not COLD... but it's certainly not hot all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East coast and Canadian friends, our summers are just not as hot as yours. Really, they're not. We don't need A/C running all day and night. We do just fine with a regular fan. Our hottest month is actually September, not July or August. It can get plenty warm in the summer, don't get me wrong. Just not the humid, sticky heat you guys get over there. Ours is bearable. And, it always cools down enough in the evening, to provide a nice, summery breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please, stop overreacting or feeling badly because you're roasting at 95F at 10pm on a July night, thinking "Poor San Diego people, if it's this hot here, it has to be hotter there! It's California after all!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my friends. Do not feel badly for us. While you are roasting at high temperatures on an average July night, we are probably topping out at 68-72F. So, we're fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. March and April are kinda the suckiest months cuz it rains a lot, so while some of you are starting off a nice Spring, we're getting tons wet. Don't envy us thinking we have a nice Spring going, and if you're visiting the area please pack appropriate clothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114403439154738680?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114403439154738680/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114403439154738680' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114403439154738680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114403439154738680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/04/temperatures.html' title='Temperatures...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114360536267632866</id><published>2006-03-28T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T11:26:05.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote-Unquote</title><content type='html'>From the April 3-9 2006 edition of TV Guide. Page 12 to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mexican president Vicente Fox announced that they have discovered oil under the Gulf of Mexico. In a related story, President Bush accused Mexico of having weapons of mass destruction."-Jay Leno, on &lt;em&gt;The Tonight Show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Tonight_Show_with_Jay_Leno/index.shtml"&gt;Jay Leno&lt;/a&gt;. I miss staying up late and watching him, and &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Late_Night_with_Conan_O'Brien/index.shtml"&gt;Conan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114360536267632866?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114360536267632866/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114360536267632866' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114360536267632866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114360536267632866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/03/quote-unquote.html' title='Quote-Unquote'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114332303472071837</id><published>2006-03-25T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T13:51:01.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full House</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite shows. Yes, it is. I am in love with Bob Saget. Yes, I am. But this isn't a Bob Saget post. I'm now in love with Viper. Remember Viper? DJ's boyfriend. Was in Uncle Jesse's band for a while. Bad boy. He was alright back then, I personally still had the hots for Danny Tanner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our Viper has grown up... Oh boy, has he. More evidence to support what I always say: SHORT HAIR IN GUYS IS BETTER THAN LONG. The shorter the better. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/1842445/135320021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/1842445/135320015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Michelle Tanner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHOA BABY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/1842445/135320046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/1842445/135325557.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pictures are from his official website &lt;a href="http://www.davidlipper.com"&gt;David Lipper dot com&lt;/a&gt;. Do not hotlink. Save in your own server. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114332303472071837?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114332303472071837/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114332303472071837' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114332303472071837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114332303472071837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/03/full-house.html' title='Full House'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114330830025255187</id><published>2006-03-25T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T09:39:41.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson</title><content type='html'>You know that saying: be careful what you wish for, you might just get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Things with &lt;strong&gt;Justin&lt;/strong&gt; are cool, but... yes, "but". On the 3rd or 4th time that we hung out, I started having some doubts about him. Yes, he is cute. Yes, he is funny. Etc. But something is missing. I didn't have that *swoon* feeling like I've had with other guys I've liked. I thought, maybe I'm just being all picky again. I mean, when I saw him at the party, I almost immediately thought he was cute. And I was so excited that he called me and we went out. But something was missing. I don't think I want this guy as my boyfriend. He's nice, we have fun, but I'm already seeing things that annoy me a bit. Nah, I'm being too picky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not being too picky. I guess we can sense things, call it female intuition or just a general 6th sense. Maybe he sensed my doubts too. Either way, at the end of said 3rd or 4th date, he gave me a whole speech that I've heard OH TOO OFTEN before. Four times in the last year, including him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just got out of a (insert length of time) relationship. I'm pretty messed up. I'm just not in the frame of mind to invest emotionally in a relationship right now. I like you, you are great. It's (oh no you didn't!!) not you, it's me. I just want to have fun right now, casual, etc"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it goes on, but that's the gist of it. I thought, maybe it's a self-fulfilling prophecy? But I wasn't expecting this to happen. It didn't cross my mind. I just began having 2nd thoughts about actually wanting to date this person. And as soon as I had them, they materialized. I didn't have to go through the pain and trouble of having to find a way to tell this guy, I think I'd rather just be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response to his speech, which was a brand-new way of me approaching that situation: "I understand, but I'm not looking for a purely physical relationship. If that's what you want/need right now, I'm not the person for you". Before, I would just say "Oh, ok. Well let's hang out and see what happens." I guess maybe I was hoping he'd change his mind, see that I'm so awesome, I'm different... But this time, either because I learned my lesson, or because I already had doubts about him, I said, you ain't gettin' none, son!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he still called. And wanted to hang out. Maybe he has a glimmer of hope that I will change my mind, but I won't. And I don't hope he'll change his. Have I.... GROWN? I actually learned something?? Revelation! It's quite the feeling, I'll tell you. Of course it helps that, like &lt;strong&gt;Ady&lt;/strong&gt; says, I like everyone. Haha. Oh yes, do not worry about me... I have a list. Cross off Justin, and... NEXT! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114330830025255187?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114330830025255187/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114330830025255187' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114330830025255187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114330830025255187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/03/lesson.html' title='Lesson'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114245360010629047</id><published>2006-03-15T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T12:13:20.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mini mini</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I know I need to post for real. I'm just lazy, ok? And I found this on, yes, &lt;a href="http://overheardinnewyork.com"&gt;that website&lt;/a&gt;... Honestly, though, I read it and I'm like, omg that is SO something I'd say. I have conversations like this almost daily, both the overheard and the one she's describing. Sad yea? I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;March 15, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday One-liners Speak Well English&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chick on cell&lt;/em&gt;: I was like, "Oh?" And she was like, "Blah, blah, blah."And I was like, "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;--79th &amp;amp; 1st&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114245360010629047?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114245360010629047/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114245360010629047' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114245360010629047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114245360010629047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/03/mini-mini.html' title='mini mini'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114236031537221346</id><published>2006-03-14T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T10:18:35.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny-mini</title><content type='html'>Nothing interesting has happened. I just felt like posting this, because whenever I think about it, I laugh. I wish I could say I laugh in my head, but no, I laugh out loud and look like an idiot. It's ok, though. Now you can do it, too! Oldie but goodie! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://overheardinnewyork.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overheard in New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;April 28, 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pre-Class Registration Starts Once A Month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dumb teen&lt;/em&gt;: Hey, look at this! It says "Train for jobs in biotch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smarter teen&lt;/em&gt;: Fool! That word is biotech. Why you gotta be ignorant all your life?&lt;br /&gt;--1 train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll try to write a "real" post soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114236031537221346?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114236031537221346/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114236031537221346' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114236031537221346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114236031537221346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/03/tiny-mini.html' title='Tiny-mini'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114229324393507082</id><published>2006-03-13T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:29:18.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini- Overheard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We Don't Serve That Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: A hot coffee, please.&lt;br /&gt;Cashier: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Starbucks, 28th &amp;amp; 3rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, from that &lt;a href="http://overheardinnewyork.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; again =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114229324393507082?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114229324393507082/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114229324393507082' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114229324393507082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114229324393507082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/03/mini-overheard.html' title='Mini- Overheard...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114219162808633854</id><published>2006-03-12T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T12:50:02.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small-ish update</title><content type='html'>Well, this was a good week =) I mentioned in my last post about Ralph's party and there being some cute boys. Well, I noticed one of them sort of right away, but Ralph didn't know him. I guess he was there with other friends... So we did the whole stare at each other at first. After a while (and after I'd had a few drinks so I don't remember the precise details), he finally approached me and we talked. His name is Justin. I was kind of all over the place, talking to different people, etc. But he managed to talk to me anyway, and eventually asked for my number. Yay!! I didn't think much of it, I mean I hoped he'd call, but didn't know what to think. Guys are weird and you just never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But call he did, Monday evening. We talked for a bit, the call lasted like 2.5 mins, but it was enough to chit-chat, and make plans for Tuesday. Tuesday we went to dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.nicolosis.com/"&gt;Nicolosi's&lt;/a&gt;. It was a very nice dinner, lots of conversation, and I laughed a lot which is very important to me. After dinner, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.mcgregors.signonsandiego.com/"&gt;McGregor's&lt;/a&gt; for a drink. All in all, an awesome date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he'd call on Thursday, and actually did (a guy who calls when he says he will?? WHOA). We chatted a bit, he had to work that day, so we made tentative plans for Saturday. Friday, though, a friend who was visiting from out of town called and wanted to hang out. Justin called me later that night and I invited him to hang out with me, and my friend from out of town. We went to PB. It was fun, but it was raining and cold =( Still, I had a good time, and I loved the way Justin totally made an effort to show my friends a good time. It was so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday he called and had some work to do and it was his friends' bday (guys' night), so we postponed hanging out for another day. It was still rainy and cold that day, so I really didn't mind staying home. I didn't really feel like calling anyone or making plans. It was a pretty nice, relaxing day. I did absolutely NOTHING. Well, except go for breakfast with my mom earlier around 11am. I love days where I do nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to late lunch with my friend and ex-roommate Steph. I haven't seen her in a WHILE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's been my week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114219162808633854?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114219162808633854/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114219162808633854' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114219162808633854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114219162808633854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/03/small-ish-update.html' title='Small-ish update'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114177089740999636</id><published>2006-03-07T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T14:34:57.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OVERHEARD IN NEW YORK</title><content type='html'>From my favorite passtime (click title link). Ahh NYC. How I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 07, 2006 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Sounds More Like Polish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop: How do you say "dog" in Spanish?&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks guy: Perro.&lt;br /&gt;Cop: Okay. How do you say "dog" in Mexican?&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks guy: Usted es un idiota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Starbucks, 47th &amp; 5th&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114177089740999636?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://overheardinnewyork.com' title='OVERHEARD IN NEW YORK'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114177089740999636/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114177089740999636' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114177089740999636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114177089740999636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/03/overheard-in-new-york.html' title='OVERHEARD IN NEW YORK'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114161200694413497</id><published>2006-03-05T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:26:46.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ralph Weekend</title><content type='html'>This was a good weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we had a happy hour at &lt;a href="http://rockbottom.com/RockBottomWeb/RBR/Index.aspx?PageName=/RockBottomWeb/Controls/Location/DisplayLocationRBR.ascx&amp;SectionName=Root.LocationFinder.LocationResults.LocationDetails.OurPlace&amp;LocationID=10070"&gt;RockBottom&lt;/a&gt;, for my friend and soon ex-coworker Ralph. He is moving to San Francisco. Good friends + good beer + good food = Good Times!! Bittersweet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday there was a party for Ralph at his friend Johnny's house. I had a great time. I brought my trusted friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/1842445/132035474.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of them, actually. And my friends Tere and Alejandra. There were a lot of people there that I didn't know. Some cute guys ;) Lots of talking. It was nice. Sucks that Ralph is leaving, his friends are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm semi-watching the Oscars. This guy from my work, Nathan, invited me to an Oscar party tonight, but he lives in &lt;a href="http://www.stockteam.com/cardiff.html"&gt;Cardiff&lt;/a&gt;, and that's kinda far. I'm still in my PJs, that should tell you how much I wanna get out right now. I'm hungry, though. Need to make dinner...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114161200694413497?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114161200694413497/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114161200694413497' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114161200694413497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114161200694413497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/03/ralph-weekend.html' title='Ralph Weekend'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114143201493004333</id><published>2006-03-03T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T16:26:54.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Leonora*</title><content type='html'>I didn't always like my name. This isn't why I use "Jadzia" online or anything, that's basically because I'm a big nerd. Anyway, my point is, my real name took some getting used to. About 20-something years, I'd say. It certainly helps to have an uncommon name when you're bored and decided to &lt;a href="http://google.com"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; your name. If my name was Mary, or Ann, I'd have to scroll through a LOT of results to get something remotely interesting (No offense Marys and Anns). But with my name, the fun is almost immediate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: I did mention in my previous post I was very bored. I cannot guarantee this post will be fun for everyone, but it's fun for ME. And really, this is MY blog, right? hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so apparently I've released a few albums somewhere in the Middle East/Asia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.muzikshqip.com/img_shop/200411leonora.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also a shire in Australia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonora,_Western_Australia"&gt;Shire of Leonora&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sidenote for LOST fans: Kalgoorlie is where Hurley goes when he's seeking answers re: "The Numbers". That's why he was in Australia!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/1550832/131669348.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leonora Cultural Society of New York???&lt;br /&gt;"Leonorians from USA, CANADA and around the WORLD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/1842445/131669764.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also a member of the Library Sisters of the Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/1842445/131670061.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;a href="http://insidecostarica.com/dailynews/2005/april/10/nac05.htm"&gt;Miss Costa Rica Mundo 2006&lt;/a&gt;, and then crowned Miss Asia Pacific International 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/1842445/131670241.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/1842445/131670442.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was fun!! I'm out of time, but maybe I'll find more interesting things about me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114143201493004333?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114143201493004333/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114143201493004333' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114143201493004333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114143201493004333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/03/leonora.html' title='*Leonora*'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114142147332946099</id><published>2006-03-03T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T13:31:13.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small post (more than a mini, less than a full)</title><content type='html'>Again, in my files, I encounter a peculiar name: Cristobal Vaca Becerra. It's almost as if Becerra is an adjective of Vaca. La vaca becerra le dijo al becerro... I'm so bored. I'm pretty much the only one in the office. The manager and the one supervisor who came in today are at lunch somewhere. I'm all alone. They day is gloomy. It's Friday, and I just wanna goooo. Why is no one online? You guys suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114142147332946099?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114142147332946099/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114142147332946099' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114142147332946099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114142147332946099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/03/small-post-more-than-mini-less-than.html' title='Small post (more than a mini, less than a full)'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114116444830356221</id><published>2006-02-28T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T14:07:28.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Ady:</title><content type='html'>I had to add this one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Boston&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatamericancityareyouquiz/boston.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both modern and old school, you never forget your roots.&lt;br /&gt;Well educated and a little snobby, you demand the best.&lt;br /&gt;And quite frankly, you think you are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous people from the Boston area: Conan O'Brien, Ben Affleck, New Kids on the Block&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatamericancityareyouquiz/"&gt;What American City Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114116444830356221?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114116444830356221/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114116444830356221' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114116444830356221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114116444830356221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-ady.html' title='For Ady:'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114114984366258989</id><published>2006-02-28T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T10:04:03.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-post</title><content type='html'>I'm filing some recorded statements at work. Customer's name is Esperanza Hope. Redundancy? Bilingual readers, discuss =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114114984366258989?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114114984366258989/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114114984366258989' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114114984366258989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114114984366258989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/02/mini-post.html' title='Mini-post'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114114592089880479</id><published>2006-02-28T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T09:08:14.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZZES GALORE!</title><content type='html'>I'm bored at work. I won't get my next project until tomorrow or Thursday. So.... Here are some quizzies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who Should Paint You: Pablo Picasso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/pablo-picasso.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your an expressive soul who shows many emotions, with many subtleties&lt;br /&gt;Only a master painter could represent your glorious contradictions&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/"&gt;What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 2005 Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whathitsongof2005areyouquiz/beverly-hills.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=99176.467947979&amp;type=10&amp;subid="&gt;Beverly Hills&lt;/a&gt; by Weezer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My automobile is a piece of crap&lt;br /&gt;My fashion sense is a little whack&lt;br /&gt;And my friends are just as screwy as me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You breezed through 2005 in your own funky style!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whathitsongof2005areyouquiz/"&gt;What Hit Song of 2005 Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E0EEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Get a PhD in Science (like chemistry, math, or engineering)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F0FFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/phd-science.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're both smart and innovative when it comes to ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll find a cure for cancer - or develop the latest underground drug.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/"&gt;What Advanced Degree Should You Get?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Math&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/passed.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you got 10/10 correct!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/"&gt;Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're A Crazy Drunk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofdrunkareyouquiz/crazy-drunk.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you drink, you get wrecked - and it ain't pretty.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofdrunkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Drunk Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to add, anyone who saw me Saturday Feb 18th will attest to the last one. I'm still embarrassed!!!!! I will never live it down. I'm just glad most of YOU (lovely readers) were not there =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114114592089880479?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114114592089880479/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114114592089880479' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114114592089880479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114114592089880479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/02/quizzes-galore.html' title='QUIZZES GALORE!'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114107167407416409</id><published>2006-02-27T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T12:21:14.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, I'm not this simple ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tootsie Roll Pop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/tootsie-roll-pop.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only takes three licks to get to your center!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Candy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114107167407416409?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114107167407416409/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114107167407416409' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114107167407416409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114107167407416409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/02/um-im-not-this-simple.html' title='Um, I&apos;m not this simple ;)'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114066550669409895</id><published>2006-02-22T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:31:46.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B6B6C2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Learn Swedish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D7D6DE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/swedish.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastisk! You're laid back about learning a language - and about life in general.&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful, beautiful Sweden is ideal for you... And you won't even have to speak perfect Swedish to get around!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/"&gt;What Language Should You Learn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114066550669409895?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114066550669409895/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114066550669409895' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114066550669409895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114066550669409895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/02/interesting.html' title='Interesting...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-114049017646755581</id><published>2006-02-20T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:03:40.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know... I've lagged</title><content type='html'>I was preparing what I thought would be a really interesting post. But I just never had time to do it! I still want to do it, soon. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now though, before I get lynched by my 3 readers (hiii), I figured I'd UPDATE my blog, finally!!! It's a small update though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Angelpalooza, well it was just never the same. HAha. Ok I exaggerate. The following weekend I saw the always great and fun &lt;a href="http://audioady.blogspot.com"&gt;ADY&lt;/a&gt;. I miss you already!! A week after that, my friends and I went to see &lt;a href="http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/CirqueDuSoleil/en/showstickets/quidam/intro/intro.htm"&gt;Cirque Du Soleil's QUIDAM&lt;/a&gt;. It was good, but not as good as the original which I saw when I was a kid, or the &lt;a href="http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/CirqueDuSoleil/en/showstickets/dralion/intro/intro.htm"&gt;DRALION&lt;/a&gt;, which has so far been my most favorite!! But it was a good evening nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was this past weekend... but Oh look I'm out of time! I will have to update you on this weekend another time! Night kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-114049017646755581?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/114049017646755581/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=114049017646755581' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114049017646755581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/114049017646755581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-know-i-know-ive-lagged.html' title='I know, I know... I&apos;ve lagged'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-113864900466514608</id><published>2006-01-30T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T11:34:31.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelpalooza...</title><content type='html'>As you may or may not know, this past weekend was &lt;a href="http://controlcachetes.blogspot.com/"&gt;my brother's&lt;/a&gt; birthday weekend, AKA &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7643/368/1600/pariloco%20copy.2.jpg"&gt;Angelpalooza&lt;/a&gt;. It all started on Friday night. People started coming around 7pm but I didn't join the party until 10pm (I was feeling lazy and watching some TV). 3 Kahlúa &amp; milks later, I was rockin'. Then a band played, and then it was back to some music. We made a circle and started dancing, but the music was more for rockin' than dancing. Apparently, a lot of people where there to see me dance but since my brother did NOT play dance hits from the 80's and 90's, I didn't perform my latest steps. I finally went upstairs at around 5:30am, since I was tired and the bottle of Kahlúa was empty by then, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday my mom and I took my brother out to eat at Pampas, a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rodizio"&gt;Rodizio-style&lt;/a&gt; Brazilian Restaurant. We ate lots and lots, then went home and I rested. Then my friends Tere and Erika picked me up and we went to Gypsys, a Spanish-style restaurant, serving  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tapas"&gt;tapas&lt;/a&gt;, as well as main dishes. I usually order chistorra, a type of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chorizo"&gt;chorizo&lt;/a&gt; but they were OUT!! I was so sad. So I ordered Jamon Serrano instead. Then we stopped by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chorizo"&gt;Mofo bar&lt;/a&gt;, the 2nd night of Angelpalooza, to say hi. We only stayed like 5 mins because it was COLD and I was sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 3rd day of Angelpalooza, was BBQ day. We had awesome hamburguers and chips and cake. Truly awesome. Towards the evening, the people who work/own/etc at Mofo bar stopped by. First the owners, then some of the employees. So these 2 dudes walk in and say hi, and one says "hey I don't know you" and I'm like Oh I'm Angel's sister. So then he sat on the other side of the table, opposite corner from me (diagonally), and I notice that he's REALLY cute. Then the other guy (who looks like AC Slater, SORRY but you do dude!) says something like "I need a gf" and cute guy goes "Yea me too". Cute and single?? I'm there. So, I'm looking for a way to go sit over there w/o looking so obvious, haha... Finally I just got and sit there, and ask for cigs but they don't have any. So we're chatting, about random stuff, movies etc. Then cute guy, whose name is Carlos, asks me how many yrs ahead of my brother was I at our school "La Paz", and I'm thinking that's an odd question, but he explains that he went to that school in 5th, 6th and 7th grade and he was trying to figure out how much ahead I was. Well when they were in 5th, I was in 8th. So we talked more, and I shouldn't really explain the reasons, but everyone who was there knows hahaha, he proposed to me so apparently I'm engaged. Well, I told him that no ring, no marriage, but that's just a technicality. (Bien lo dijo ayer la Claudia, todo termina en mi blog gente!!). He even wanted to go talk to my mom, I'm like ok that can wait a bit. So then they're talking about how he moved suddenly to Guadalajara like 15 yrs ago, when once after school, his mom came to pick him up, honked, and no one saw him for the next 15 yrs. So we're talking about this when his mom actually shows up and honks! It was so funny, so random. So he takes my hand and says, come on let's go, and I'm like We're going where now?? And he's like, "I'm gonna introduce you to my mom!". It was so cute, I'm like "Hi, nice to meet you" and she says to him "Are you sure you don't want to stay, it's fairly early..." But he's moving and needed to get everything ready and stuff. So he left, and I come back to the table where we were all sitting and the teasing will not stop! I'm like omg. So I said, You know I'm not gonna say anything anymore, the guy is gonna get all scared off!! And Slater goes "He's serious! You should be the one who's scared!!" And I'm like omg hahaa. He's cute though so I just can't think about it as creepy. Anyway, who knows when I'll see my "fiancee" again! But it was a LOT of fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is the funniest part for ME. When I first went outside, before most people showed up for the bbq, my brother's friend Ivette noticed this ring I usually wear on my left ring finger, and says that I shouldn't wear rings there because I won't get married if I do. So, for kicks, I took it off. The day I take it off, I get a marriage proposal (be it legit or not, that's not the point!). It was just too funny to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my weekend adventure! I still say that til I get that ring (I'm not strict, doesn't have to be an expensive ring, for now haha), there will be no wedding. But you're all invited! I really should stop talking about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-113864900466514608?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/113864900466514608/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=113864900466514608' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113864900466514608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113864900466514608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/01/angelpalooza.html' title='Angelpalooza...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-113753990651088691</id><published>2006-01-17T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T15:18:26.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Most Like Carrie!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whichsexandthecityvixenareyouquiz/carrie.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're quirky, flirty, and every guy's perfect first date.&lt;br /&gt;But can the guy in question live up to your romantic ideal?&lt;br /&gt;It's tough for you to find the right match - you're more than a little picky.&lt;br /&gt;Never fear... You've got a great group of friends and a &lt;br /&gt;great closet of clothes, no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic prediction: You'll fall for someone this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally different from any guy you've dated.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whichsexandthecityvixenareyouquiz/"&gt;Which Sex and the City Vixen Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know me well enough know what's up with that prediction... WHAT'S UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Brainy Girl!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/brainy-girl.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're an official student or a casual learner, you enjoy hitting the books.&lt;br /&gt;You know a little bit about everything, and you're always dying to know more.&lt;br /&gt;For a guy to win your heart, he's got to share some of your intellectual interests.&lt;br /&gt;A awesome book collection of his own doesn't hurt either!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be truer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-113753990651088691?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/113753990651088691/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=113753990651088691' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113753990651088691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113753990651088691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/01/quizzies.html' title='Quizzies!'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-113744059002994526</id><published>2006-01-16T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:50:37.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep thoughts...</title><content type='html'>I have nothing new to post yet, but I heard this on the radio this morning and it made me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lips and your nipples are the same color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously this is before lipstick ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponder on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-113744059002994526?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/113744059002994526/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=113744059002994526' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113744059002994526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113744059002994526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/01/deep-thoughts.html' title='Deep thoughts...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-113710452169830293</id><published>2006-01-12T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:22:01.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Beatriz Romandía viuda de Rosas, Nov 1909-Jan 2006</title><content type='html'>My grandma died this past Tuesday. She had just turned 96. In a way, I felt she left us a few years ago when Alzheimer's completely took over her mind, and she was just never the same after that. The last couple of times I was at her house (in which we gather for most family functions, i.e. Christmas, Thanksgiving, Mother's day etc), I didn't even say hello/bye to her; I figured she wouldn't even notice. She basically just sat there, in her couch or her wheelchair, staring at nothing, ocassionally smiling and making noises when the lady who took care of her (Isabel) would talk or sing to her. She was a bit like a baby in that sense, but in reverse developmental order. She wasn't how I remembered her before, strong and firm. No, that lady on the couch was not my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband, my grandpa, died in 1956, when my mom was 10 yrs old. She was left to raise 6 children, the youngest only 5, on her own. She never remarried and managed a whole household basically on her own (ok so she was of money and had help, maids and the like... still, a tough job! Especially for the times). When I was a kid, sometime in the 80s, already at 70-something, I remember she traveled around Asia, pretty much on her own (I think with some friends her age). I can only hope that I can be as active in my later years as she was, but I also hope my mind doesn't leave me like hers did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at old pictures, and memories of her came back quite strongly... I miss her and I never realized it before. So here are some pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma and Me, when I was a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/1842445/125465135.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me as a baby again, with (l-r): Tía Vita, Grandma, Tía Tichi, Brita (I think, family friend), and my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/1842445/125465133.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's day 04, she was already gone for the most part... =(&lt;br /&gt;L-R Grandma, cousins Patty, Mónica, and Verónica, Me, Tía Vita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/1842445/125465136.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Mamanina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-113710452169830293?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/113710452169830293/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=113710452169830293' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113710452169830293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113710452169830293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/01/rip-beatriz-romanda-viuda-de-rosas-nov.html' title='RIP Beatriz Romandía viuda de Rosas, Nov 1909-Jan 2006'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-113674355792941013</id><published>2006-01-08T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T13:29:29.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!! All late and stuff...</title><content type='html'>First a quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Are a Bold Brunette&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howblondeareyouquiz/bold-brunette.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men see you as striking and mysterious - you have a certain allure.&lt;br /&gt;Comfortable in your own skin, you know you have a unique beauty.&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind attention, but you don't need to seek it out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howblondeareyouquiz/"&gt;How Blonde Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I'm not blonde at all! Haha. I still get called "Güera" all the time for some reason though... weirdos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo what's happened, let's see. Not a whole lot. Christmas was pretty nice, I got some nice gifts, ate lots of good food, and spent good times with my family and friends. Friday Dec 23rd was my last day at my wonderful office, and I was SO SAD. It was also our Christmas party and we only "worked" half a day, it was pretty nice. I got some gifts from work, among them a really cool set of shot glasses that have bottoms like billiard balls, with numbers and that triangle deal. I also got a nice bottle set of &lt;a href="http://www.disaronno.com/"&gt;Disaronno&lt;/a&gt;, which will bring me good times in the future haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday after Christmas I started at my new office, under the same company but different department and location. It was SLOOOWWWW. At my other office, I was pretty much on the phone all day. Here, the phone was ringing like once per hour, hour and a half, seriously. I didn't mind at all!! I was sick so the less to do the better at that point. It is a totally different environment from my old office though. At the other office, most of the employees work in the office, there are about 45-50 people in the office at any given time. At this new office, most people work out on the field or from home, and I think the most people I've seen in the office at one time is like 7 or maybe 10. Seriously!! Very quiet, very different. I like it so far, I'm trying to get used to the quiet, but I like it. The people are still really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For New Year's I didn't do anything exciting, certainly nothing like LAST YEAR... Oh boy that was some very good times. This year was mellow, basically just a night in with my girls. A bit of drinking, a lot of laughs and talk. It was nice. I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's been pretty much it in my life so far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-113674355792941013?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/113674355792941013/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=113674355792941013' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113674355792941013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113674355792941013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-all-late-and-stuff.html' title='Happy New Year!! All late and stuff...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-113529687645488192</id><published>2005-12-22T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T16:44:10.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para q ya no estén chingando...</title><content type='html'>Fine I'm posting now. Quit yer whining!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I KEED, I KEED. You know I love you, all of you. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, so what's new with me? Not much. Actually, more than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday I attended one of the most FUN parties I've ever had the opportunity to attend. My friend J and his boyfriend (I love gay guys, they told me I'm pretty ALL NIGHT LONG...), and two other couples threw a Christmas/Holiday/Whatever it was party, and it was SUCH A BLAST. Lots of hot guys (mostly gay, bummer) and lots of booze! J's camera got lost though, so we don't have pics =( so sad. It was fun, and like I said, being told I was gorgeous by hot men all night long, well come on, who wouldn't like that! I know, I know, they're gay... Dammit. I was like "why aren't you straight!!!". I had way too many purple-tinis, ab-fab tinis, and all kinds of martinis. I came on to the -gay- bartender. Fun times. After the party (we got kicked out of the penthouse at like, 1am...) we went to Nunu's for a bit and continued the partying. There was a line, so after waiting like 10 mins, we got in. It was &lt;i&gt;packed&lt;/i&gt;. We see this dude sitting by himself in a booth, so of course we went over and sorta took over. He was all "but my friends are coming back..." and we're like oh yea we'll make room for them! It was hilarious. I don't even remember the guy's name, but he said he was an unemployment lawyer. He was nice though, I mean he let 4 drunks take over his table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Tia Vita's birthday! I was SO hungover, only slept like 3 hrs, and not telling specifically why! ;) But I made it to her house and there was tons of good food (yay) and tons of screaming relatives (nay). I made it to like 3pm before I was like, I need to leave. I went home, went on the computer for a bit but I couldn't manage to keep my eyes open. I didn't want to take a nap because then I wouldn't be able to go to bed at my regular time and I didn't want to screw up my sleep schedule. But at 5pm I just couldn't take it anymore. I gave up forcing myself to stay away, and took a short nap. Um, well it was about 2hrs. That's short to me!!! Woke up, showered, had dinner, and by 9:30pm I was back in bed! That's how tired I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been pretty fun, good company, good times, and good news!! I have a new job. I love my current job... correction, I love my current office. The job is bleh. But I love my coworkers and my boss. They are such a blast to work with, and so nice and laid back. But, alas, I'm but a temp and my time here had to end someday. My boss, though, she's so sweet. She let me know about a position at this company's other office and now I'm gonna start temping there. Ideally, I'm to be a permanent employee, eventually. It's more money, but also more responsibility and work. But I'm excited!!! It's sort of a different path than what I went to college for (yea, I know everyone does that but I had a very specific major!), but we'll see. It's a good company, and maybe I'll end up staying. WHO KNOWS!! All I know is I'll probably be able to save up for a car now! YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a nice Christmas, or if you don't celebrate that then whatever it is you celebrate. Or don't celebrate. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-113529687645488192?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/113529687645488192/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=113529687645488192' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113529687645488192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113529687645488192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2005/12/para-q-ya-no-estn-chingando.html' title='Para q ya no estén chingando...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-113407984704083851</id><published>2005-12-08T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T08:09:59.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DHL- The Final Chapter</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am finally posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things have happened. I'll start with a recap for those who may be lost, or haven't followed the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5 weeks ago, the DHL guy started to express interest in me. We'll call him A. When I was out of the office for two days, he told my coworker, V, that he was "in love" with me. V gave him my phone number, he said he would call and ask me out for the following week. I returned from my vacation (11/14), and he had a different route. But, then he came in on an off-day, off-route even, to deliver some Jamba Juice. That was sweet. He then told DHL who took over his route, K, that he would call me Friday. He didn't; not sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came in on Monday (11/21), I mentioned that K had told me a "lie" (that is, that A would call), and A apologized about not calling. I told him I did know he had my number, and he said that now that he had "permission", he would call. He did, but I wasn't able to answer. Points for effort, though. Wednesday before Thanksgiving, we chatted for about half an hour, and he said he'd call me on Thanksgiving and possibly hang out over the weekend, while we were both in Tijuana for the holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where I left off. Well, he DID NOT call. After that, I was pretty much done. I felt that I'd been nice enough until then and he had more than enough opportunity to do something about it. So I was completely done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came in Monday after Thanksgiving (11/28) acting all normal, like nothing had happened, I did not say one word to him. I wasn't giving him the "silence treatment" necessarily, I just did not want to talk to him. When he came in, I continued my work as normal, and did not chit-chat like I normally would have. I wasn't impolite or rude. He asked me if I was in a bad mood, and I said no. He said "well remember last week you said that you have a bit of a temper", and I could not believe he was taking my previous comments out of context and throwing them back at me. But I didn't say anything, and very plainly said "I am not in a bad mood". I wasn't. I was just done. V asked him about his weekend, and he seemed nervous about answering. She was so specific, too. She said "What'd you do Thursday? Oh that's nice. What about Friday? hmm. And Saturday?" Haha. It was funny seeing him squirm and trying to answer her. He said Thursday he'd been with family, and Friday he went out and got drunk. Um, nice. Even though I had told him I was free that day, and he could've called me to hang out (like he said he would). I didn't say anything, no reaction, nothing. Saturday apparently he went shopping. He left and V said, OMG he is such a jerk! When A and I talked for about a half hour the previous Wednesday, he had mentioned that he didn't drink too much because he had some kidney issues and that now he just took it easy. However, instead of calling me like he said he would, he went out and got drunk. NICE. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning, around 10am he dialed my cell phone, but I was busy at work so I couldn't answer. He hung up before it got to voicemail, so I don't know why he called. Later, he came in, and I was the same, not talking to him. Not NOT talking to him, I mean not necessarily avoiding him, just no chit-chat anymore. He didn't mention the phone call, and I didn't ask. He again asked me if I was mad, and I said No, I am not. I mean, I wasn't mad, I was just disappointed. I was more upset than mad (yes, there is a difference). Wednesday he rushed in while on his cell phone and I didn't even look his way. He was in and out in seconds, all while on the cell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, K came in and said "I was told you've been bad". I was like, EXCUSE ME?! He goes "A says you are all of a sudden giving him attitude for no reason". I said, "Look, I'm only gonna say this because I want you to know MY side of the story, and you seem like a nice guy. It is NOT for no reason. He told me on three different occasions that he would call me, and he didn't. He's been telling everyone else but me that he's gonna ask me out, and he hasn't. The whole Thanksgiving weekend I did not hear from him. I just don't like having my time wasted". So K says, "OOhh ok see he didn't tell me that". Well, of course. I'm not surprised! Why wouldn't he leave out that information that changes everything? Because then he'd be guilty. So Friday A comes in again, I'm still not chit-chatting, and he sounds congested. He's all pity me I'm sick. Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday he comes in, and I'm alone. We only have one package for pick-up, which is unusual since we normally have several. He goes "This is it?", I'm like "yep". He's like "How come??", and I go "Dunno". He still sounds sick. HA. Tuesday K comes in, and he's smirking, like he has something to say but isn't sure. So I'm like what? And he's goes, "OK, I don't wanna get into it you know, but I just wanted to tell you, You are right, and HE's wrong". HE MADE MY DAY! Hahaha. OMG I was like OH K, THANK YOU!! Finally some validation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday though, he says "A wants you two to know that you're overreacting". I'm like geez, ok first of all stop sending these stupid high school notes with your friend, and second I don't care what he thinks! I know I'm right. So I didn't say anything and V is like, No, we're not, he's just rude and insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of this brings us to... *drumroll* TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K comes in this morning, and says "A wants you to give him another chance. He wants to apologize". I'm ready to club the guy (A, not nice ol' K). And I'm like, "If he wants to apologize, he can call me and tell it to me instead of passing these lame notes". K says, "Oh yea he said he was going to, but he wanted me to feel it out, you know, see if you'd be receptive to it". I said "I'm receptive when people are straight-forward, so we'll see". Now, I'm pretty sure he WON'T call, so whatever. But geez man, why so much drama? Back when he said he was "in love" with me, how hard was it to just pick up the phone, and CALL ME? I was always nice to him. After things "developed" more, so to speak, I could not have made it more clear that I wanted him to call me. But nothing. I hate it when people drag things out, especially when absolutely NOTHING is moving forward. I don't want to be around this type of crap. So far tonight, no call, no apology. Oh, V said to K, "he needs to deliver 2 dozen roses for an apology!", and I'm like "Ok that's all her, I just want to see him actually follow through and CALL for once!". We know it won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as they say "over before it started". Yes, it was. Is. Now I won't have that much to write about hahaa. Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-113407984704083851?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/113407984704083851/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=113407984704083851' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113407984704083851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113407984704083851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2005/12/dhl-final-chapter.html' title='DHL- The Final Chapter'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-113279154054184152</id><published>2005-11-23T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T15:10:02.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DHL UPDATE</title><content type='html'>Cuz you're dying to know! Right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok. He didn't call all weekend right? So, on Monday when he came in around 3(he's only doing the afternoon pick-ups now), I said "your friend K told me a lie on Friday", and he goes "what?", and I said "he told me &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; would call me", and he goes "OH! No! I really did mean to, but I just couldn't, I was running around a lot all day", and I'm like HMMmm. Then, before he left I said "I do know you have my number" and he says "Yea, your work number right?" while pointing at the DHL package that he was taking which has my extension here at work on the pre-printed slips. And the reason he said this was because before (way before, like before this all started) I had said to him "you can call me whenever, there's my number on the slips!", sorta joking sorta serious... But this time I said "No, I mean my REAL number, my cell". He says "OHH ok, I wasn't sure if it was ok to call you there, you know, because I didn't know if you knew about that...". And I said, "there is a reason you were given that number". So he's like, "well, ok now that I have your permission, I feel better about calling". V is like AWWWW, I'm like oh stop the BS! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 6pm that evening, I get a call. But I couldn't answer it, and there was no voice mail. I called the number back at around 7pm, and this dude answers all chewing something "*smack smack* hello *smack", I'm like EW. So I said, "um... yea who's this?", and he said that at the same time as me, so he goes "This is Alex...". I said, "Oh, ok, well I received a call from this number about an hour ago, just wondering...". He says "Oh probably a wrong number". I thought, Ok that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday A comes in and asks me if I received a call on Monday around 6. I go, yea... He says "that was me!". I said "But when I called back, I got some dude named Alex, who was like eating or something when he answered". He goes, "oh... um... wow. Well I had lent my phone to my sister, because she needed to use the walkie-talkie, and then much later she said oh I think someone called you but I don't know who". I'm like, Yea I didn't say my name because I thought it was a wrong number... He did not know who that Alex was though haha. I asked him if he was gonna be in San Diego for Thanksgiving, and he says "well, between here and TJ". I'm like "oh? I'll be in TJ probably until Saturday". And we talked about where in TJ and that, but nothing else. Anyway so he says that it's a whole story that he has to tell me later, and he says "will you answer the phone this time?" and I'm like "are you gonna actually gonna have your phone with you, not lend it to someone??" and he laughs and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE DID NOT CALL THAT DAY. Um, WTF. Granted, he didn't SAY he would call that day, but it was certainly implied right?!!? Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today he comes in, and I'm taking a break in the waiting area, on the couch, "studying" for the &lt;a href="http://gre.org"&gt;GRE&lt;/a&gt;. He comes in, and doesn't see me right away, then turns and goes "OMG!!! I THOUGHT YOU WEREN'T THERE!! *phew*". I'm like, dude chill. So he picks up the packages, and the we start chatting for a bit. We talked for like 20 mins, but at first he turned to leave and is all "see ya Monday!" and I'm like MONDAY!? HUH? So then he's like "uhhh well, I mean do you get service in TJ?", and I'm like YEA or you can also call me at my mom's or grandma's, so he's like Oh cool. So he took those numbers, but with his track record so far, I'm not getting my hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also talked about how he's going to Depeche Mode in Anaheim tonight (DAMMIT I wanted to go, and by the way GRACIAS Teresa y Erika jajaja por invitarme mensas! jaja no se crean es carrilla espero q se hayan divertido). Anyway, we chatted for a while, about a few more things, just about our lives, where we go out in TJ (or where we used to go out haha), and stuff like that. It was about 20-25 mins that we talked, even though he didn't have any time to chat because he was trying to finish all his pick-ups early so he could go to the concert with his friends. I told him I wasn't doing anything on FRIDAY (hint!), and he said he was gonna try to call me tomorrow (WE WILL SEE). If he does call, I might ask him to come to Jason Mraz on Saturday with me, if not then I'll ask my brother (gracias por ser mi back-up Angelito bonito precioso jaja, bueno falta q te pregunte). So yea, that's the latest in my adventures, so stay tuned for after Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE, eat lots and be safe!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-113279154054184152?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/113279154054184152/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=113279154054184152' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113279154054184152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113279154054184152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2005/11/dhl-update.html' title='DHL UPDATE'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-113251323120843577</id><published>2005-11-20T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T16:42:03.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico, DHL, the lobster, and the tire</title><content type='html'>So my trip was fun! Friday our flight left at around 3pm PST, we watched &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0399201/"&gt;The Island&lt;/a&gt;, with Scarlett Johansson and Ewan McGregor. I really liked it! Very entertaining movie. We arrived at the airport in Mexico City around 8:30pm CST. We took a cab to the hotel. The cab cost about $25, divided by the 3 of us. It was a really good deal considering there was no line for vans. The regular cabs cost about $15-17, and there was about an hour or more wait for those! So we thought, ok we pay more but we leave NOW and we have a whole van to ourselves :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked into the hotel, and it was like we were royalty. We stayed at &lt;a href="http://hoteles.miarroba.com/paises/mexico/mexico-df/8246.html"&gt;Hotel Presidente&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://travel.yahoo.com/p-reviews-373033-prod-hotel-action-read-ratings_and_reviews-i"&gt;Intercontinental México&lt;/a&gt;. Oh it was beautiful! The bellboy took our luggage to our room, and we went upstairs to freshen up and then went to dinner. We went to a restaurant right in the hotel called Alfredo di Roma, which claims to serve the AUTHENTIC Fettuccine Alfredo, and boy I do not know about it being "the authentic" but it is certainly the BEST I've ever had!! After that we went back to our room, watched some TV and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we woke up around 9:30am, so we could take advantage of our free continental breakfast. It was really good, an assortment of fresh fruit, bread and pastries, and some really good quesadillas with ham, and &lt;a href="http://www.fronterakitchens.com/television/episodes/sopes_gorditas.html"&gt;sopes&lt;/a&gt;, along with juices and coffee. After breakfast we got ready, and went to 2 museums near the &lt;a href="http://www.mexicocity.com.mx/chaprk.html"&gt;Chapultepec Park&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/Attraction_Review-g150800-d152534-Reviews-Museum_of_Modern_Art_Museo_de_Arte_Moderno-Mexico_City_Central_Mexico_and_Gulf_Coast.html"&gt;Museo de Arte Moderno&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.mna.inah.gob.mx/"&gt;Museo Nacional de Antropología&lt;/a&gt;. It was a lot of fun, even though we didn't have enough time to go through the Antropologia one. You need a whole day for that one!! After that, we went to eat some of the best tacos I've had in my life at &lt;a href="http://www.fogoncito.com/english/empresa/historia.html"&gt;El Fogoncito&lt;/a&gt;. After eating, we called a cab to take us back at the hotel, and Tere asked the cabbie if he could pick us up a few hours later to take us to the wedding. He would be there at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got ready, and went downstairs. Our cab was waiting there. It was only a 20 min drive to the wedding, but we arrived at the back entrance and the cops told us we had to go around to the front to go in. So, with the horrible downtown traffic there, it took about 45 mins to drive around 2 blocks. We ran into the church, and there were almost no seats left. Tere had to go upstairs and give something to the bride, so Alejandra and I got the last 2 chairs in the back. Tere had to squeeze in a bench a few rows ahead. I estimate about 1/3 of the guests were forced to stand the rest of the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the service ended, we ran into Ali. I hadn't seen her in years! Probably about 4 years. She is so much fun! Anyway, turns out she was staying with her friend N, and N's friend V told Ali that he too was going to the wedding and maybe they could go together? Ali agreed, and when they got to the entrance where they check off your name, HIS was NOT there! But they let him in because he was with Ali. She was SO pissed! A wedding crasher!!! He wanted to sit at our table, but there was no room. So he sat at a table next to us, with a friend of his (who must've told him about the wedding), and that made it harder to ignore him! The whole night he kept bugging Ali to "talk a walk around the room", or go "to a quieter area to talk", yea right! Finally she told him to please stop bugging her, and that he was making her and her friends (us) uncomfortable. So he got it, and left. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was a lot of fun. Lots of dancing, singing, prizes. The bride and her family put on some skits, dressed up, it was so funny. We left the party around 4am, and went to sleep around 5am. The free breakfast ended at 10:30am, so just a couple of hours after we went to sleep, I woke up around 9:45 (no alarm, just randomly). I asked Alejandra and Tere if they would rather sleep in, or go eat, and after some deliberation, we decided to go eat. The food choices this time was lacking, but it was ok. Free is free! After breakfast, we rested a bit more and then got ready and packed. Our flight was leaving at 4:30 CST. We had plenty of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the airport, after checking in and going through security, we went to a restaurant and hung out before our flight. The plane for the way back was different from the one on the way there, so even though we were in the same row, this time we were at the emergency exit. I HATE EMERGENCY EXITS! The seats don't recline, and I had a lovely view of the airplane WING. Boo. At least the movie was entertaining, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I love that movie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Tijuana around 6PST, and Tere's dad picked us up. Finally got home (mom's), and she drove me back to San Diego. I was soooo tired! So after some (JUST SOME!) unpacking, I went to bed around 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (11/14) it was back to work! Back to the grind... And because I know you're all dying to know about my DHL story (anyone? Bueller?), here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous Thursday (one day before I left for Mexico City), my coworker V had called me and told me that A had come in to work and she asked him how come all of a sudden he got nervous and weird around me, when I've been working there since August, and he'd never been like that before. Well, what happened was, when he was first training the slow guy R, I guess R mentioned to A that he liked me or something, and A told him I was married. But when he said that, I'm like um, I'm not married! So, back to Thursday (11/10), he answers V with "Ever since I found out she's single, I can't stop thinking about her! I think I'm in love with her!!!". So of course, V calls me immediately and tells me this. And my answer is, "HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND" (he mentioned her a few weeks before, she's like 15 yrs older than him or something). So I'm like, whatever. V gave him my number on Friday (11/11), and he said he'd ask me out for the following week (week of 11/14).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday when I come back to work, DHL comes in for the morning delivery around 11am and I notice there is no A, just the new guy he'd been training the week before with a new guy K. Turns out A is training someone ELSE at some other route. Whatever. So new guy (Ro) and K come and go, but the next day (Tuesday), Ro says to V "all I know is we have a date for Friday", meaning he and V (because they had said that if A asked me out, they would chaperone). I say, well have fun because I don't have any dates. Ro is surprised to hear A hasn't called me. I'm feeling kinda ambivalent by now. Wednesday, morning delivery is made by K and Ro again, and even though pick up isn't until 3pm, I see A come in around 2:20pm. I was very much caught off guard, but don't get excited just yet! He comes to me and goes "Peach or mango?", I'm like huh? "Peach or mango?" I say, I like both pretty equally? He gives me 2 Jamba Juice cups, and says "One for you, and one for your neighbor. I miss you!", before rushing off. I'm a bit speechless, mostly because I had NOT TIME TO SAY ANYTHING, and V is like AWWWWW THIS IS SO SWEET!!!!! Which I have to admit, it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday K comes in alone, and says Ro has quit so it's now just him. A is still training someone else. V asks K if he sees A often, and he says, Yea every morning. Hmm? What? And no message for me? Thanks... =\ So Friday, at the afternoon pick up at 3pm, K goes "Hey A says he'll call you tonight". I'm like, Yea I'll believe that when I hear it! K insists, "he just told me a few hrs ago, he wants to call you tonight". Well, ladies and gents. NO PHONE CALLS RECEIVED ON FRIDAY from A (or any day til now). Scoring points with the Jamba Juice, he has lost them by not calling! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you're caught up in DHL Adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday (yesterday), I took V and E from work, to the lobster at Puerto Nuevo. As you may know, it is one of my most favorite places to go! Well it was a lot of fun. Except for the fact that the ENTIRE time we were eating, there was this stupid lame band playing for some cholos at the other table. Gross. My brother and his friends decided to leave a bit early, and V, E and I walked around the little stores looking around. Then we walked to the car, and as we are walking I get a bad feeling. I gave the car keys to my brother. And he has already left! AAAHHHHH!!! So I call my mom, and my stepdad dials my brother on his Nextel, and they were already about 10 mins away from home. Oooohhhh!! They had to turn around, DOH! After waiting... and waiting... he finally got there with the keys, and it was time to go back home. My mom drove us back to V's house in Chula Vista, where both E and I had left our cars earlier that day. And as I get ready to go, I notice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a flat tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double DOH!!!! So we call AAA, and we wait. They put in my spare tire, and my mom took the tire to get it patched up in TJ. It was a new tire too! Well, a new used tire. Just got in back in April! Sucks. So today my mom will come and we'll put in the patched tire. Hope it holds up! =s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-113251323120843577?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/113251323120843577/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=113251323120843577' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113251323120843577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113251323120843577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2005/11/mexico-dhl-lobster-and-tire.html' title='Mexico, DHL, the lobster, and the tire'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-113234083737182163</id><published>2005-11-18T11:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T11:07:17.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*in the meantime*</title><content type='html'>I have a post about my trip last weekend saved as a draft, but before I finish it, I just HAD to post this... from today's &lt;a href="http://www.overheardintheoffice.com"&gt;Overheard in the Office&lt;/a&gt;, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1PM Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Secretary: Oh wow, these are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Attorney: What are you eating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Secretary: They are meatless meatballs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Attorney: So essentially, you're just eating balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1050 Thomas Jefferson Street NW&lt;br /&gt;Washington, DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the draft...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-113234083737182163?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/113234083737182163/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=113234083737182163' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113234083737182163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113234083737182163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-meantime_18.html' title='*in the meantime*'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-113208356539394625</id><published>2005-11-15T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T11:39:25.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back!</title><content type='html'>But don't really feel like blogging about my trip yet... kinda lazy. So here's more &lt;a href="http://www.overheardintheoffice.com"&gt;Overheard in the Office&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Stem Cell Smoothie Ought to Do the Trick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Supervisor: Here's the information about Alzheimer's to include in the news release I was telling you about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Employee #1: I don't know anything about this release.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Supervisor: Oh? Oh no? Then who was I talking to about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Employee #2: Hey, it's ironic that you don't remember who you were talking to about the Alzheimer's information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Supervisor: Oh, ha, ha, ha! Yes!...So, you can just use this information for the release.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Employee #1: Okay, but I still don't know what you're talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Supervisor: Hmm...Hey, isn't it ironic that I don't remember who I was talking to about an Alzheimer's release?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;161 Ottawa Avenue NW&lt;br /&gt;Grand Rapids, Michigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overheard by: Beth Marie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-113208356539394625?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/113208356539394625/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=113208356539394625' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113208356539394625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113208356539394625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-back.html' title='I am back!'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-113140885274576429</id><published>2005-11-07T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T16:14:12.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in DHL</title><content type='html'>From my new favorite website, &lt;a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com"&gt;Overheard in New York&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Were It a Guy, It Would Be Foreplay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz: I pride myself on trying to be a normal guy-- &lt;br /&gt;Girl in audience: &lt;em&gt;Let's have sex! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz: --See, that's not normal. Hey, and since this is technically my place of work, isn't that sexual harrassment? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Avery Fisher Hall, Lincoln Center &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overheard by: Amelia Stanley &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok funny story. So the DHL guy (who delivers at work) starts training this new dude about a month ago. New guy, "R", is kinda slow, while regular dude "A" is funny and nice. So A says that R is gonna take over, and I'm like dude that sucks! R is slow and weird. Then A starts teasing me that R likes me and gets all nervous around me. I'm like whatever. Then A goes to another route, and R is here everyday. R is actually ok, still slow and weird but not that creepy anymore. Then A came over last week, and I'm like hey! long time. He goes, you know what? I missed you. I'm like yea we miss you too! And he's like, NO, I missed YOU. I'm like oh... then I'm like whatever! haha. So then I thought, MAYBE he was just teasing me about R, when it was him that liked me! So Friday R comes and goes, and then this morning I wasn't there when DHL delivered. So I get to my desk and I ask my coworker V, oh DHL was here already? And she goes, Yep and A was here training a new guy. I'm like oh? what happened to R And she goes, well A said that R told him on Friday that he was gonna ask you out today so he changed his route. I'm like WHAT?! HAHAHA Omg. So when DHL came for the afternoon pick up, I made sure I was at my desk. Sure enough, A and new guy come in, and I immediately notice A is kinda nervous. So I chit-chat with him, all normal, then we start talking about R, and he goes, Did V tell you what happened? And I'm pretending I don't know anything, so I go, No, what happened? So he tells me the same story about how R was gonna ask me out. And then he goes, and you know? I got jealous! And I'm like, oh? And why? And he's all blushing, hahah it was SO CUTE. So now V thinks that A is gonna ask me out. Haha, oh man I tell you, this job is full of drama!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-113140885274576429?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/113140885274576429/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=113140885274576429' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113140885274576429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113140885274576429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2005/11/adventures-in-dhl.html' title='Adventures in DHL'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-113104930066709128</id><published>2005-11-03T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T15:31:46.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As if I needed one more distraction...</title><content type='html'>I have a new favorite website, &lt;a href="http://www.overheardintheoffice.com"&gt;Overheard in the Office&lt;/a&gt;. It's great. I need to start writing down all the humorous stuff I hear in the office here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is from back in Feb 02 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's No "U" in Team Either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Coworker #1: My palms are sweaty. What do you think that means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Coworker #2: It means you're annoyed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Coworker #1: Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Coworker #2: No, I guess I was just projecting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;330 Madison Avenue&lt;br /&gt;New York, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From March 15 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Not Charity If You Don't Mock the Recipient&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Suit: When are you going to wear that neon green shirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Businesswoman: Oh, that shirt. He said he didn't like it, so I looked at it and I thought, "You know what? He's right!" It was hideous! So I went right away to that flea market place? The thrift store. Now someone else can wear it. Probably some homeless lady! Ha, ha, ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;350 Madison Avenue&lt;br /&gt;New York, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You mean this 'phone' device allows me to speak to other places?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Guy: That person I just talked to was so nice. He sounded so relaxed, and people from New York never sound like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Woman: He's in Miami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;228 East 45th Street&lt;br /&gt;New York, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 22 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Think My Brain Just Froze, Too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Trainer: What does the prefix "ante" mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Student: Against&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Trainer: No, this is spelled a-n-t-e. It means before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Student: Yeah, like antefreeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Trainer: Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Student: You know, you have to put it in the car before it freezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120 Broadway&lt;br /&gt;New York, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of a show I really like, &lt;a href="http://nbc.com/The_Office/"&gt;The Office&lt;/a&gt;. I haven't seen the UK version which they say is better, but NBC's is pretty darn funny. Gotta love Steve Carrell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-113104930066709128?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/113104930066709128/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=113104930066709128' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113104930066709128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113104930066709128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2005/11/as-if-i-needed-one-more-distraction.html' title='As if I needed one more distraction...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-113073549281255810</id><published>2005-10-30T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T21:11:32.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like old times...</title><content type='html'>OMG... I was just reminiscing and read my first post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;a little about me. i'm 23. i live in san diego. i go to sdsu, majoring in speech therapy. lived in tijuana until last year.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was written August 7th, 2002. I was TWENTY-THREE. Has it really been that long?! Geez. I'd only been in San Diego for a year. And I was equally boring back then, sad to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much has changed... Well, technically a lot has changed, but in essence it hasn't. I'm obviously not 23 anymore, and I graduated SDSU, finally. But everything else is somewhat the same. I still live a boring life, but back then I guess it was more varied because I cannot think of anything to blog about now. Before, I had classes and interacted with different people. Now, at my job I pretty much see the same faces day in, and day out. There is fun drama at work that I could talk about but ever since I read about this girl who lost her job for blogging about it, I'm all paranoid! Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reminiscing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-113073549281255810?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/113073549281255810/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=113073549281255810' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113073549281255810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113073549281255810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2005/10/feels-like-old-times.html' title='Feels like old times...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-113034651286616716</id><published>2005-10-26T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T10:21:50.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm bored, and I don't want to think.</title><content type='html'>I used to be SO in love with him... then he turned all weirdo-Christian (seriously, google him, he is WEIRD). Oh well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B6B6C2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 80s Heartthrob Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D7D6DE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whosyour80sheartthrobquiz/kirk-cameron.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirk Cameron&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whosyour80sheartthrobquiz/"&gt;Who's Your 80's Heartthrob?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is uptown (in San Diego)? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Uptown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouuptownordowntownquiz/uptown.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are classy, cultured, and well educated. You are an expert on the finer things in live.&lt;br /&gt;Your city girl persona loves all of the opportunities a city offers. But only in the best neighborhoods.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouuptownordowntownquiz/"&gt;Are You Uptown or Downtown?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key words: "these days" and "mostly" ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFDAB9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Normal Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE7D2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/normal-girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 40% Good and 60% Bad&lt;br /&gt;Sure you've pulled some bad girl stunts in your past.&lt;br /&gt;But these days, you're (mostly) a good girl.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-113034651286616716?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/113034651286616716/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=113034651286616716' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113034651286616716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/113034651286616716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2005/10/yes-im-bored-and-i-dont-want-to-think.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m bored, and I don&apos;t want to think.'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-112716487043595153</id><published>2005-09-19T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T14:48:42.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The key is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/1842445/112463429.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEARLS BEFORE SWINE&lt;br /&gt;by Stephan Pastis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-112716487043595153?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/112716487043595153/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=112716487043595153' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/112716487043595153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/112716487043595153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2005/09/key-is.html' title='The key is...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-112692061936250129</id><published>2005-09-16T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T18:30:19.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has nothing to do with my life...</title><content type='html'>but I LOVE this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SIN MIEDO A NADA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-ALEX UBAGO &amp;amp; AMAIA MONTERO (Oreja de Van Gogh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me muero por suplicarte&lt;br /&gt;Que no te vayas mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Me muero por escucharte&lt;br /&gt;Decir las cosas que nunca dirás&lt;br /&gt;Mas me callo y te marchas&lt;br /&gt;Aún tengo la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;De ser capaz algun día&lt;br /&gt;De no esconder la heridas que me duelen al pensar&lt;br /&gt;Que te voy queriendo cada día un poco más&lt;br /&gt;Cuánto tiempo vamos a esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me muero por abrazarte&lt;br /&gt;Y que me abraces tan fuerte&lt;br /&gt;Me muero por divertirte&lt;br /&gt;Y que me beses cuando despierte&lt;br /&gt;acomodado en tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;Hasta que el sol aparezca&lt;br /&gt;Me voy perdiendo en tu aroma&lt;br /&gt;Me voy perdiendo en tus labios que se acercan susurrando&lt;br /&gt;Palabras que llegan a este pobre corazón&lt;br /&gt;Voy sintiendo el fuego en mi interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me muero por conocerte&lt;br /&gt;Saber que es lo que piensas&lt;br /&gt;Abrir todas tus puertas&lt;br /&gt;Y vencer esas tormentas&lt;br /&gt;Que nos quieran abatir&lt;br /&gt;Centrar en tus ojos mi mirada&lt;br /&gt;Cantar contigo al alba&lt;br /&gt;Besarnos hasta desgastarnos nuestros labios&lt;br /&gt;Y ver en tu rostro cada día&lt;br /&gt;Crecer esa semilla&lt;br /&gt;Crear, soñar, dejar todo surgir&lt;br /&gt;Aparcando el miedo a sufrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me muero por explicarte&lt;br /&gt;Lo que pasa por mi mente&lt;br /&gt;Me muero por intrigarte&lt;br /&gt;Y seguir siendo capaz de sorprenderte&lt;br /&gt;Sentir cada día&lt;br /&gt;Ese flechazo al verte&lt;br /&gt;Que más dará lo que digan&lt;br /&gt;Que más dará lo que piensen&lt;br /&gt;Si estoy loca es cosa mía&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora vuelvo a mirar el mundo a mi favor&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo a ver brillar la luz del sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me muero por conocerte&lt;br /&gt;Saber que es lo que piensas&lt;br /&gt;Abrir todas tus puertas&lt;br /&gt;Y vencer esas tormentas&lt;br /&gt;Que nos quieran abatir&lt;br /&gt;Centrar en tus ojos mi mirada&lt;br /&gt;Cantar contigo al alba&lt;br /&gt;Besarnos hasta desgastarnos nuestros labios&lt;br /&gt;Y ver en tu rostro cada día&lt;br /&gt;Crecer esa semilla&lt;br /&gt;Crear, soñar, dejar todo surgir&lt;br /&gt;Aparcando el miedo a sufrir&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-112692061936250129?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/112692061936250129/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=112692061936250129' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/112692061936250129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/112692061936250129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-has-nothing-to-do-with-my-life.html' title='It has nothing to do with my life...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-112509257539140927</id><published>2005-08-26T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T20:12:46.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update- yea, I'm blogging!</title><content type='html'>Ok well, it's been a WHILE let me say. Lots of new things, but too little energy to coherently describe most of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job now. Yes, my 2 and a half years of unemployment ended 8/1/2005 when I took a temporary position as a receptionist at an insurance company. For privacy, I will not name it, but I'll say the job is pretty easy, and my coworkers are GREAT. Lots of young people, and an outgoing and casual environment. Not a bad way to spend 9 hrs of my day, but the commute isn't all that fun. I mean, it's about a 20 min drive (each way) from my apartment, but that's without traffic which is NEVER the case. So although technically I get paid for 8 hrs (plus 1 hr unpaid lunch), in reality I leave my apartment at 7am, and am back home at 6pm. So yea. But still, as far as jobs go, it could be a lot worse, and I'm just glad the people are good. People really make or break a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else has happened, let's see... Not a whooole lot. My summer has been pretty boring, but I did get to do a few fun things. First, Peter from Denmark was here with his girlfriend Sanni, and we took them to Magic Mountain, and to Sea World. That was a lot of fun. Sanni is so nice, I hope that they are together for a looong time. Then, Zach who I met in New York through my cousin Bea came to San Diego and before he took off on his Travels Through Mexico Adventure we took him to Puerto Nuevo for some lobster! And we drove him to Ensenada where he took a bus into Southern Baja, and is now around the Guanajuato area (per his last email). Then I went to a very fun wedding in Ventura. And this past weekend I had the Rosarito beach house, and we had a bbq on Sunday which turned out to be a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my summer, now I'm a working girl, 8-to-5, and no time or energy to do much else... Oh tomorrow 8/27/05 is my friend Mirna's birthday, so join us at &lt;a href="http://www.pbbarandgrill.com/"&gt;PB Bar and Grill&lt;/a&gt;, from 9pm on for a drink or six, and some good times! My birthday is next Friday 9/2 but I haven't decided what I'm doing yet, with labor day and all... I am sure not going to TJ, I'll tell you that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-112509257539140927?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/112509257539140927/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=112509257539140927' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/112509257539140927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/112509257539140927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2005/08/update-yea-im-blogging.html' title='Update- yea, I&apos;m blogging!'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-112425004682824800</id><published>2005-08-16T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T20:40:46.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz = I'm too lazy to actually write</title><content type='html'>Nevertheless, quizzes are fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Self-Discoverer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/self-discoverer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not religious, but you've created your own kind of spirituality.&lt;br /&gt;Introspective and thoughtful, you tend to look inward for the divine.&lt;br /&gt;You are distrusting of all forms of organized religion.&lt;br /&gt;You especially dislike religious gurus and leaders, who you feel are charlatans.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/"&gt;What's Your Religious Philosophy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-112425004682824800?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/112425004682824800/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=112425004682824800' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/112425004682824800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/112425004682824800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2005/08/quiz-im-too-lazy-to-actually-write.html' title='Quiz = I&apos;m too lazy to actually write'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-111955834281960968</id><published>2005-07-19T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T18:29:27.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home... (original title from 6/23) It's a looong post ok, took me like 2 weeks to write haha.</title><content type='html'>Yes I'm back from NYC and it was GREAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Monday June 6th. My plane left San Diego at around 11am, and was to arrive in Houston around 3pm Houston time. My next flight (Houston to NYC-La Guardia) was to leave at 5:30-ish and arrive at NYC 10pm NYC time. BUT, yes there is a but... The flight from Houston was delayed THREE hours. So we didn't leave til 8:30 Houston time and I didn't get to NYC until 1am NYC time!! I was SO TIRED. Victor picked me up at the airport and we headed to his apt near Manhattan's Lower East Side. I bought my &lt;a href="http://photos1.flickr.com/2888693_fdb62e02c4_m.jpg"&gt;black and white cookie&lt;/a&gt; and I was set for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday "morning" we woke up and walked around. It was a million degrees and humid! Yuck. But whatever I guess. I bought a breakfast bagel from &lt;a href="http://www.aubonpain.com/"&gt;Au Bon Pain&lt;/a&gt; which was AWESOME. I looked at my receipt and it said "Leonora" and I'm like, I didn't give them my name... Then I saw it said "Leonora Torres", so I'm like Ohhh the cashier's name is Leonora!! What are the odds eh! I've never met another Leonora... Anyway, after that we met up with Constanza and walked around the Lower East Side, window- shopped and then went to the park. It was pretty mellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we went to Coney Island. It was Linda (Victor's gf, from Germany), Annemike (from Holland, I probably spelled her name wrong), Victor, me and the 2 little girls that Linda and Annemike baby-sit, Isabella and Schuyler. Turned out that Annemike is former Victoria's Secret model &lt;a href="http://www.celebritypicturesarchive.com/pictures/f/frederique-van-der-wal/frederique-van-der-wal.jpg"&gt;Frederique Van Der Wal&lt;/a&gt;'s nanny, so Schuyler is a famous kid haha. Kind of a brat though! I pretty much slept all day, trying to get a tan but was utterly unsuccessful. At night we hung out at Union Park, taking stupid pictures and trying to figure out what to do. That ended up being absolutely nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we met up with Constanza again. We were supposed to meet Linda and Annemike and the 2 little girls at some pier on the Hudson River. Horrible walk... Horrible!!! In the hot sun... Yuck. We did pass by the acrobatic school that was on Sex and The City once, and I wanted to try it. Too bad I didn't have money... After finally finding the stupid pier, Constanza and I decided to walk around the Tribeca area instead of sitting in the sandbox with the others. There isn't a whole lot to do in Tribeca on a Thursday afternoon... So I called my friend Dulce, who used to be my neighbor in TJ before she moved to Puerto Rico and who now lives in Jersey City with her husband. I was to take the train from the World Trade Center station, and people kept asking me if I "felt it", the "feeling". Nope I didn't. It's just a train station! Anyway, I get to Jersey and OMG the change was drastic. The weather was nicer, there was SO much grass and green areas. Everything was so pretty and clean! I proceeded to get very drunk at Dulce and Marcos' apartment and had a great time. I had to spend the night there, though, I was too drunk to go all the way back to Manhattan! I regret not taking pictures that night though, dammit. Dulce did but she hasn't sent me any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I had wanted to go to the Metropolitan Museum and other museums/things to see in the area, but being in Jersey and hungover I knew that wouldn't happen. Around 10am Dulce and I went to get some breakfast in this really good deli around the corner from her place, and then I got on the train back. Of course I took the wrong train like 3 times and almost ended up in Brooklyn... Which is fine and all but I needed to be in Manhattan! FINALLY like 2 hrs later I get to Victor's place and I was SO tired. So I slept most of the day. Angie came by and apparently there was a party going on in Queens/Astoria/Long Island City. I have no idea which of those. Anyway, it was Brenda's birthday so we went to this party. I think we got there at like, 12am though and it was SO freaking hot and there was no AC. So we spent most of the time outside, not that that was any better since it was like 80F at 1am OUTSIDE. Horrible. I wanted to go back to Manhattan to sleep but Angie lives in Astoria so it made more sense to just stay in the area. We went to sleep around 5am but had to wake up at around 9-10am, because Angie had to be at work at 12pm and because it was SO HOT in her apartment (again no AC, yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday around 12ish Victor and I were in Manhattan. We went to get Indian food, I do not like Indian food. I was OK... But I don't know why it just doesn't go with me. I had some banana chicken and poori. Poori is pretty good but it needs something else... It's just a puffed-up, deep-fried flatbread! Maybe some cheese or something... Anyway, we rented the movie Freaks and went over to Angie's again. She lured us by buying an AC and we helped her install it. OH SWEET COLD AIR. We watched the movie, which is supposed to be HORROR but instead is just plain hilarious. Victor wanted to spend the night there again but Sunday at 8:30am I had to be in Chinatown to take the bus to Boston and I hadn't packed, so we went back to his apartment. I packed and tried to sleep but was too wired. Finally it is time to get up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30am Sunday morning... I could've slept in since the bus didn't really pick us up til 9:30am but we didn't know that yet! So we get to Chinatown at around 8:10am feeling all good that I'm on time. Busses pass by, with all kinds of Asian characters that I can't read and I'm getting tired of waiting. I overheard someone saying they were going to Boston, so I knew at least the bus hadn't passed yet. It was 9:10am though and I was SO hungry! But I didn't wanna risk missing the damn bus (which only cost me $15 so it wasn't a huge deal). FINALLY some small Korean guy starts yelling "Boston Hartford" which really sounded more like "Boston-harfo" so at first I was like what the hell... So it's this little van, like an AstroVan or something. And I'm thinking oh it's the shuttle to the actual bus. NOPE. We took that van all the way to Boston baby! It was nice enough except that after a stop at McDonald's somewhere along the way, I ate and drank and even though I used the bathroom before getting on the van again, an hour and a half later my bladder was bursting! And of course the van had no bathroom, and we weren't gonna stop til we got to Boston... Ohhh that was bad. I had to go SO BAD. But I made it to Boston without any 'accidents' hehe. I had to run into the Cheesecake Factory once in Boston to use the bathroom though. And then Ady and her roommate Omar met up with me and we had lunch... At the Cheesecake Factory!! haha. After lunch we went back to their apartment, and I passed out on the couch watching re-runs of the Weakest Link. Several hours later, after I finally woke up, Ady took me to Cheers! Yay Cheers. It was so much fun, and I had an awesome Mudslide. I bought some souvenirs for my friends and family and we walked around some more and went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we got up and after a REALLY good breakfast at the Pour House, we went to the Prudential Center which is a mall, right across from where I had been dropped off the day before. We walked around the mall, and bought some tickets for the Duck Tours. We met up with Ady's friend Nate and went to get some drinks at Dick's Last resort. Then we went on our tour which was soooo much fun!!!! When we got back we went to Applebee's and had the cutest waiter named George who was from Paraguay. He started speaking Spanish to us and we're like huh? Why do you know Spanish, and he's like I'm from Paraguay. But he looked basically white so we were totally surprised... We got pretty drunk there, and then we met up with Nate at a bar near Ady's place and I drank more and more... I got so drunk but since we'd been drinking all day I didn't feel it that much. Until, of course, about 30 mins after I went to bed I had to get up and throw up! I hadn't thrown up from drinking in a really, really long time! Oh it sucked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Ady dropped me off at the bus station and I took a Greyhound back to NYC. That cost like $25 but it was worth it because that bus did have a bathroom. Not that I needed it, of course... Murphy's Law! I'm sitting in my seat all comfortable and I put my stuff on the seat next to me. There weren't that many of us, so most people were taking up 2 seats. There were a few empty seats available so when this blonde chick comes up to me and motions for me to move my stuff I was like... DUDE wtf. And I threw a fit in my head cuz I wanted to sit alone! But then the girl started talking to me and she was SO nice. Her name was Melisa and she's from Argentina. She bought me some ice cream at the rest stop and we exchanged numbers when we got to NY. She lives in Boston where she is a chef, but she had a broken hand so she was on vacation and decided to visit some friends in NY. So I made a new friend, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day I decided that I should visit my cousin Bea who lives and works in Brooklyn. I'd been there a week already and hadn't visited her! I felt so bad. So Victor and I went to her restaurant, I didn't call her or anything since I wanted it to be a surprise. And boy, was it! Haha. After walking forever in the blazing heat, we found the restaurant and I asked for her. They told me she was outside, so I went outside and I'm standing there like Hi!! And she's looking at me like, why do you look so familiar... Then she yells "LEONORA!!!" and it was so funny because it's like I know I know you but you're out of place. It was great. We had an AWESOME dinner (everyone go to &lt;a href="http://www.newyorkmetro.com/pages/details/10329.htm"&gt;Frankie's 457 Spuntino&lt;/a&gt; now!!), and Bea and I made plans to hang out on Wednesday, my last full day there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Wednesday, Victor and I go to Times Square so I can get tickets for a play for Bea and me, but of course the line for the discounted tickets was like 5 hrs long. So we had breakfast instead and I called Bea and I was like, I'd rather pay full price than stand in that long-ass line! she was like ok we'll meet up later and figure it out. So Victor and I walked around Times Square, I bought more souvenirs, finally got to see a small corner of Central Park, and then we went back home. Bea met up with me at victor's, and she took me to dinner at &lt;a href="http://luparestaurant.com/"&gt;Lupa Restaurant&lt;/a&gt;, which was again, AMAZING food. So we're hanging out at the restaurant, Bea used to work there so she knows almost everyone and it's really fun. All of a sudden we realize it's 7:30 and if we wanna catch a play, we need to leave NOW since plays start at 8pm. So we rush to the theater, already decided that the play we wanted to see the most was &lt;a href="http://www.montypythonsspamalot.com/"&gt;Monty Python's Spamalot&lt;/a&gt;. It just won the Tony so we figured it'd be sold out, but we had HOPE! And it paid off... We get to the box office and in front of us this guy is trying to sell back 2 of his tickets because he didn't need them, and the box office person is like we don't do that. So Bea is like, we'll buy them!! Each ticket was $101.25 and she offered him $150 for both and he agreed. It was SOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOD, man that play is funny. Everyone go see it when it tours ok!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I pretty much just packed and got ready to come back home... And I arrived home safe and sound and here I am!!! I don't think anything interesting happened on Thursday and I already wrote like a million pages so I'll stop here. Here's a link to some pictures from the trip. It's the first album (most of the others are password-protected, so don't even try). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picturetrail.com/Jadzia"&gt;PICTURES!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-111955834281960968?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/111955834281960968/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=111955834281960968' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/111955834281960968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/111955834281960968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2005/07/home-sweet-home-original-title-from.html' title='Home sweet home... (original title from 6/23) It&apos;s a looong post ok, took me like 2 weeks to write haha.'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-112076430812830400</id><published>2005-07-07T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T12:26:11.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling very lazy...</title><content type='html'>So here's some trivia, and a quiz below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=gray align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1978 (the year you were born)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Carter is president of the US&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US Senate votes to turn over the Panama Canal to Panama on December 31, 1999&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel and Egypt reach a peace settlement at the Camp David Accords&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The US and mainland China announce that they will restore full diplomatic relations&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Members of Jim Jones' People's Temple commit mass suicide in Guyana&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pope John Paul II becomes the first non-Italian pope in centuries&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted Bundy is captured in Florida&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first computer bulletin board system is created&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garfield debuts in newspapers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton Kutcher, Kobe Bryant, Usher, Clay Aiken, and Nelly Furtado are born&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York Yankees win the World Series&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas Cowboys win Superbowl XII&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montreal Canadiens win the Stanley Cup&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saturday Night Fever&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Grease&lt;/i&gt; are the top grossing films&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Night Fever" by the Bee Gees spends the most time at the top of the US charts&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diff'rent Strokes&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Mork &amp; Mindy premiere&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yearborn.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Happened the Year You Were Born?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;More cool things for your blog at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the quiz. This is quite accurate, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="350" align=center border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FF99CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9FD2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA6D9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFACDF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB3E6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB9EC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFBFF2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC6F9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&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/3689806-112076430812830400?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/112076430812830400/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=112076430812830400' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/112076430812830400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/112076430812830400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-feeling-very-lazy.html' title='I&apos;m feeling very lazy...'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-112058888391472613</id><published>2005-07-06T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T19:52:17.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay tuned... NYC/Boston post coming soon</title><content type='html'>In the meantime here are some quizzies! I AM SUCH A PROCRASTINATOR! I swear I have a post in my drafts but I just haven't finished it... I will... SOMEDAY. But since today is the one month since my last post, here's something to do while you wait for the real post hehehe. HOLA ANGEL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/leader/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Famous Leader Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, dying on a mountain does not appeal to me and I don't do pot. Che is hot though. Especially when he is Gael García HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/movie/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Classic Movie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never seen it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-112058888391472613?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/112058888391472613/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=112058888391472613' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/112058888391472613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/112058888391472613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2005/07/stay-tuned-nycboston-post-coming-soon.html' title='Stay tuned... NYC/Boston post coming soon'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-111804710503488339</id><published>2005-06-06T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T01:38:25.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See ya later, suckas!</title><content type='html'>I just got back from the Bad Religion concert and OH MY GOD it was amazing. Greg Graffin is the best ever EVERRRRRRRR. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was fun. Friday I took a 7 hr "nap", it felt awesome. Saturday I went to Hooters with Bobby, Julie, and Joe. Then we went to a party in OB which was fun. I got very, very drunk... Fun times. And Sunday night was, of course, the concert. And MONDAY, technically today but since it's 1:36 am to me it's 'tomorrow', I leave for NEW YORK CITY!! WOoooooooo vacation! So I will probably not have time to blog while I'm away, though if something too exciting happens, I will have to make time. So just in case, see ya in 10 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-111804710503488339?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/111804710503488339/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=111804710503488339' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/111804710503488339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/111804710503488339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2005/06/see-ya-later-suckas.html' title='See ya later, suckas!'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-111778810369153259</id><published>2005-06-03T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T01:42:23.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm, Donuts.</title><content type='html'>Long time... no "C". It's a &lt;a href="http://www.kor.dk/borge/borge.htm"&gt;Victor&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0096493/"&gt;Borge&lt;/a&gt; joke. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea it's been a while. After graduation I have pretty much slept about 17 hrs a day. It's great. I've hung out with Stephan a few more times... We're supposed to go to the &lt;a href="http://badreligion.com/home/"&gt;Bad Religion&lt;/a&gt; concert this Sunday. Awesome. So things there are quite nice ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, Yazmin and I met up with 2 other girls at &lt;a href="http://www.signonsandiego.com/uniontrib/20041209/news_lz1w9lounge.html"&gt;Airport Lounge&lt;/a&gt;. It was fun! I didn't think I'd like it too much, since I heard it was sorta ritzy. I liked it a lot though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week hasn't been all that exciting, except for tonight but that's for me to know and for you to NOT know haha. Yesterday I went into what will HOPEFULLY be my new job. My friend &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/tphanich/"&gt;Eddie&lt;/a&gt; is giving me a job answering phones for his company. It'll be GREAT (irish accent, just cuz I said so ok?). Anyway so yea. I start June 20th, because this coming Monday (june 6th) I leave for N-Y-C!! WOooo! So that's my life for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today (Friday June 3rd) is Free Donut day at participating (U.S. only) &lt;a href="http://krispykreme.com/"&gt;Krispy Kreme&lt;/a&gt; stores, so you know what I'll be doing this Friday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-111778810369153259?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/111778810369153259/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=111778810369153259' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/111778810369153259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/111778810369153259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2005/06/mmm-donuts.html' title='Mmm, Donuts.'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-111698727270745338</id><published>2005-05-24T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T19:14:32.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADUATION!!</title><content type='html'>That's my friend Lisa on the right... Oh yea. School of Speech, Language and Hearing Sciences, class of 2005!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic5.picturetrail.com/VOL77/858313/1769206/97922653.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3689806-111698727270745338?l=jadziadax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/feeds/111698727270745338/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3689806&amp;postID=111698727270745338' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/111698727270745338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3689806/posts/default/111698727270745338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jadziadax.blogspot.com/2005/05/graduation.html' title='GRADUATION!!'/><author><name>Jadzia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003478692174486418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/430614697_235408a435.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689806.post-111660465662948164</id><published>2005-05-20T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T08:57:36.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my graduation day!!!!</title><content type='html'>It's my graduation today bitches!! Send me money!!! I'm unemployed and starving! And looking for a job of course... 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