<?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-19301132</id><updated>2011-07-27T15:10:03.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damned if I Know!</title><subtitle type='html'>This Blog Is Officially CLOSED. . .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-5810611257577324103</id><published>2007-05-03T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T20:21:21.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick A Fork In Me. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;'Cause I'm done here. Between my job, my other job, a relationship that is rapidly going down the shitter and all the other bullshit in my life right now, something has to go. This blog is the something and the relationship isn't far behind. The last thing I need right now is to be living in someone elses' soap opera. . . Been down that path one time too many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Fear not, I plan to stay in touch with several of you, but trying to maintain this blog is just not on the agenda any more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I wish you all well on whatever road you choose in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;BIG HUGGSS!! to you all. . . I love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;The Motown Bitch. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-5810611257577324103?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/5810611257577324103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=5810611257577324103' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/5810611257577324103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/5810611257577324103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2007/05/stick-fork-in-me.html' title='Stick A Fork In Me. . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-8751821387559009463</id><published>2007-04-15T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:51:09.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna &amp; Imus &amp; Al. . . OH GAWD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK. . . We now know who the father of of Anna Nicole's baby is. . . Can we stop spending time with any more press bullshit on this topic??? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don Imus has apologized for making some really stupid comments and has lost his job as a result. Anyone who has listened to Imus once knows the man is an idiot. . . Let's move on. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Reverend Al Sharpton has his panties in a knot over Imus, but doesn't seem to be overly concerned about the young men and women from our military being murdered in Iraq (many of whom are African American). . . What's wrong with that picture??? Would he be as pissed off if the comments had been about gay men or Transexuals??? I'm guessing, NO!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have all but stopped watching the news, because it's nothing more than video clips and sound bites of people with an axe to grind, or the networks playing up some teenage punk who thought the world was against him and shooting innocent people was a good idea. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst of all, WE ARE TO BLAME. . . The only reason this crap gets played this way is because we like it. We feed off the misfortune of others. That somehow validates us as being better than them. . . . BULLSHIT!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We all know what is right and what is wrong. It's time we got off our lazy, fat asses and tell the media and Washington we have had enough. Write the companies that advertise during the news too. . . They don't like to hear that you won't buy their fat laden, overpriced, gas guzzling garbage because they sponsored a pack of lies. . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No wonder Anna Nicole did drugs. . . Maybe she was the sane one. . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-8751821387559009463?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/8751821387559009463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=8751821387559009463' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/8751821387559009463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/8751821387559009463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2007/04/anna-imus-al-oh-gawd.html' title='Anna &amp; Imus &amp; Al. . . OH GAWD!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-7260357301621698484</id><published>2007-03-29T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:49:03.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Haven't Fled The Country. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;. . . YET!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;It's been a bit frantic this last week and I need to get out and catch up on blogs. I'll try to do that this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;In the mean time, watch this music video and then tell me what is very strange about it. . . Let's see how observant you are. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;li {padding:5px 0px}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="'Title'"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Watch Videos:&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;a class="'hov'" title="'Click" href="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/c/christina_aguilera/candyman.html?userid=undefined" target="'_blank'"&gt;Candyman (Christina Aguilera)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;Video Codes by VideoCodeZone.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img height="0" src="http://www.videocodezone.com/rstats.php?userid=undefined" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until I can return. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;BTW: Babs is excused from this challenge since the light hurts her eyes. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-7260357301621698484?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/7260357301621698484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=7260357301621698484' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/7260357301621698484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/7260357301621698484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-havent-fled-country.html' title='I Haven&apos;t Fled The Country. . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-2596289072871248579</id><published>2007-03-20T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T21:24:47.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OK. . . OK. . . OK. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;My apologies for the long delay, it's been a little wierd here in Motown. Between the re-org at work and a nasty case of the flu, I've either been living in my office or my bathroom lately. . . Guess which one I would rather toss my cookies in at this point. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm still trying to get caught up. I may be able to post something new this weekend. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;In the mean time, think about this. . . The White House burns up more energy in one day for heating and cooling alone, than the average American home uses in 3 years. . . Now tell me, who needs to get their priorities in order??? Shouldn't "The Shrub" practice what he preaches???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-2596289072871248579?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/2596289072871248579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=2596289072871248579' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/2596289072871248579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/2596289072871248579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2007/03/ok-ok-ok.html' title='OK. . . OK. . . OK. . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-2053910667563974477</id><published>2007-03-05T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:58:50.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Sucks To Be A Survivor. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If you have watched the prime time "Reality" show Survivor, you know the entire premise is built on teamwork and social acceptance, the latter being the primary issue. Each week, another person is "voted off the island," because they weren't a team player or the other people just didn't like them. . . This is why I don't watch "Reality Shows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last three years I have watched our company turn into a giant version of Survivor. Every few months the Management votes a few more people off the island. In some cases, this did get some unproductive people out of the equation. Unfortunately, we ran out of those folks about 3 rounds ago. Losing the fat is one thing, but when you start cutting away the muscle. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I watched as nearly 33% of our salaried workers accepted "voluntary" retirement packages and left the company. I can't even begin to calculate the total years of knowledge and experience that left the building that day. Some were within a year or two of the minimum age and time of service to retire, many more were not. . . I said farewell to a lot of people I have known for years and valued not only as coworkers, but friends as well. I'll remain close to some, but will lose track of many more, simply because it will be too painful for them to continue those ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit, one of the "survivors," trying to figure out how we continue to do what we did with twice the people five years ago. . . We no sooner reorganize, then we have to toss it all aside and reorganize again. . . We learn to do more with less, to work smarter and resign ourselves to the fact that we still have to get it all done. . . And we do. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next episode of "Survivor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I should be happy I still have a job. . . But at what point does it become so overwhelming that it just isn't worth it any more???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe those that left the island last week had already figured that out. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I have to wonder why I haven't been voted off the island. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/19301132-2053910667563974477?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/2053910667563974477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=2053910667563974477' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/2053910667563974477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/2053910667563974477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-sucks-to-be-survivor.html' title='It Sucks To Be A Survivor. . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-5948451548062096671</id><published>2007-02-26T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:30:04.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;No, I'm not dead. . . I just look that way some days. . . LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people ask???. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to be a survivor. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did children and drunks take over???. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all posts in progress. It's been a little hectic. . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there may be a "BoA Sucks - Part Deux" in the near future. . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Y'all!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-5948451548062096671?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/5948451548062096671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=5948451548062096671' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/5948451548062096671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/5948451548062096671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2007/02/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon. . . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-819616174722609996</id><published>2007-02-20T21:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T23:06:37.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bank of America - A Rant!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got a call from some guy tonight who did a very poor job of identifying himself, telling me that my last payment to BoA had been rejected by my bank as an unkown account. Bad to the extent that I hung up on him thinking he was trying to jack my identity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I went online to find that I was locked out of my account because I was delinquent. . . OK, sure that makes A LOT OF SENSE!!!. . .&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I spent the next 2 1/2 hours talking to incompetent morons, in between being put on hold for 15 minutes at a time. They changed my logon ID, password, account number, shoe size, phone number, my Mother's maiden name, my Father's Draft Board status (He's 77). . . and my Sister's bra cup size (is there really AAAA cup?). . . Still, no access to my account. . . And they got pissy with ME because I was being "uncoopertive!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;When I finally got someone on the phone who could actually get anything straight, I told her I wanted to talk to a manager that could explain why this all happened. . . She started to give me an 800 number to call. . . No, I want someone to call ME and explain WHY they employ IDIOTS!!!! WHY I wasted 2 1/2 hours of MY time trying to find ANYONE who knew what the FUCK they were doing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Through all of this, I had to keep telling people to speak up so I could hear them, since they seem to think that pushing their headsets aside and mumbling will somehow make me go away so they can get back to playing Solitaire. . . ASSHOLES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;If I did business this way, I would be living in a cardboard box on the side of the freeway. . . (insert your favorite Yellowdog Granny "Fuck Me" quote here. . . .). . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;End of rant. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-819616174722609996?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/819616174722609996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=819616174722609996' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/819616174722609996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/819616174722609996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2007/02/bank-of-america-rant.html' title='Bank of America - A Rant!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-3579654160775772692</id><published>2007-02-14T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:33:17.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO YOU!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I want to wish you all a very happy Valentine's Day!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My blog buddies are the greatest group of people I've ever known. . .  HUGGSS!! and KISSES to you all!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love Y'all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-3579654160775772692?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/3579654160775772692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=3579654160775772692' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/3579654160775772692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/3579654160775772692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-to-you.html' title='HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO YOU!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-6343542701173489185</id><published>2007-02-12T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:58:22.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat Farted. . . Honest!!! . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;. . . At least that's what I'd have told anyone coming to my door tonight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I came home today to be nearly knocked over by a foul smell in my house when I opened the door. I knew it wasn't natural gas, but it was equally nasty. I knew it couldn't be the trash, since I never put anything in the can that could stink. So, I immediately assumed CC had been eating something he shouldn't. . . No good either, since I control his food supply and he never goes outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;After a few minutes, it finally dawned on me that I hadn't checked the floor drains in the laundry room and furnace/water heater closet lately. . . Sure enough, both had gone dry, allowing sewer gas to back up into my house. . . EEEEWWWW!!!!! GAG!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;After dumping water and bleach down both drains, I opened all of the windows. . . Screw the fact that it's 20 degrees F outside, I was ready to toss my cookies!!!! I also lit 3 of my black cherry candles in various rooms and it's starting to smell a little better in here. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;New addition to my weekly Outlook calendar. . . "Add water to floor drains. . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I hate Mondays!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-6343542701173489185?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/6343542701173489185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=6343542701173489185' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/6343542701173489185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/6343542701173489185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2007/02/cat-farted-honest.html' title='The Cat Farted. . . Honest!!! . . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-810113030364174007</id><published>2007-02-05T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:42:43.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools Closed??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;To quote Yellowdog Granny. . . FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I flipped on the news this morning while I was waking up to find that almost every school district in SE Michigan was closed. . . Did we get 8 inches of snow last night???. . . NO. . . Did the water system suddenly shut down???. . . NO. . . Was there a massive power outage???. . . NO. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;It was cold. . . WTF???? Yes, it was too cold to have the schools open. . . It went down to -4* F last night. . . I'm sorry, but they didn't close my job today, they didn't shut down the roads. . . It's cold, DEAL WITH IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Are our kids that soft that we have to close the schools because it's cold?? What's next . . We close the schools every time it rains??? GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK!!!! If the little darlings can't put on a coat, hat and gloves, they have far greater problems than the temperature. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;And the school closings are already piling up for tomorrow. . . It's going below zero again tonight. . . Who the fuck is running this horror show anyway???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Get a grip people, it's winter in Michigan. . . It's cold. . . Deal with it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-810113030364174007?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/810113030364174007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=810113030364174007' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/810113030364174007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/810113030364174007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2007/02/schools-closed.html' title='Schools Closed??????'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-5343174806417894211</id><published>2007-02-04T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T15:16:56.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name Is Lauren And I'm. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;. . . an HGTV addict. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Yes, it's true. . . I watch HGTV more than anything else on TV. . . My remote thinks I'm cheating when I go to The Food Channel or watch the local news. . . People call me and ask what's on HGTV right now, because they know I can answer correctly every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;It started innocently enough. . . I was looking for ideas to decorate my condo. . . It felt really good when I saw something that jumped out at me. I was able to apply things I learned and have become pretty good at color coordination. . . OOOHH!! The colors. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;But, I started catching myself tuning in just to see what Joan Steffand could create with $500.00 in one day on "Decorating Cents". . . Watching "Divine Design" not only for the ideas, but to see how big Candice's tummy was getting while she was preggers. . . Watching "Designing for the Sexes," just to see what ugly shit Michael Payne would show people before showing them the perfect compromise. . . "Mission: Organization" just to see what filthy hell-hole they'll clean up next. . . "Designed to Sell," just to see what people let happen to their homes. . . EEWW!!. . . I watch "I Want That," because I really DO want that. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;There may be no hope for me. . . I've got a ladder on my back. . . I need my fix. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Gotta run, it's time for "reDesign". . . Kenneth Brown is just cute as hell. . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;It's a damned good thing the DIY channel is pay-per-view. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-5343174806417894211?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/5343174806417894211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=5343174806417894211' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/5343174806417894211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/5343174806417894211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-name-is-lauren-and-im.html' title='My Name Is Lauren And I&apos;m. . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-1897946117163762231</id><published>2007-01-31T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:36:00.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Forward. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Dear Friends. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I am writing this with the idea of posting it to both my Blog and P2P. Not that it really makes any difference, but I wanted to make sure I deliver the same message to both groups and don’t use any names along the way. If some parts of this don’t make sense, you can attribute it to the group you don’t belong to. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few months have been a huge learning experience for me. I have gone back into therapy and taken a long, hard look at what I really want the rest of my life to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new Therapist has been great!! She had no prior experience with Transgender issues, but was willing to listen to me and study the subject. In short, Marsha has been a breath of fresh air. She has given me insights without giving advice, and has been totally supportive of how I feel. She has let me come to my own conclusions and make my own decisions. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I have made a few decisions about how I plan to live my life, at least for the near future. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now understand that my feminine traits can peacefully co-exist with my male birth gender. Who cares? I have no pressing need to live as a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have to dress femme to express my feminine attributes. . . I will just be ME for everyone. The package doesn’t mean a damned thing. . . I have enjoyed my femme adventures over the last couple of years and wouldn’t change a thing. But. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have to explain myself to anyone. . . This is me, take it or leave it. . . Those who choose to accept me will get to know a very unique person. . . The others. . . They lose. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you who have been so supportive of me along the way these last couple of years. . . I love you and thank you from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to be a member of P2P as long as I’m welcome. . . I may not post much, but those who know me best understand why I made these choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my blog. . . It will stay the same for now, but I may slowly migrate to a new home. You can rest assured that wherever I end up, I’ll still be the Motown Bitch. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In either case. . . My door is always open, the coffee and tea are always hot, and the love is ever-present. . . HUGGSS!! are ALWAYS free and liberally applied. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-1897946117163762231?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/1897946117163762231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=1897946117163762231' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/1897946117163762231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/1897946117163762231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2007/01/moving-forward.html' title='Moving Forward. . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-4049272401816635348</id><published>2007-01-29T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:08:05.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blown Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I am so thrilled at all of the wonderful e-mails, e-cards, comments and posts I have had today. What a great bunch of bloggers I know. Thank you all for making my birthday so special!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;For all you NASCAR fans, don't forget that today is Clance McClannahan's birthday too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt; Pop over to the Church and wish her a great day!! &lt;a href="http://churchofthegreatoval.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://churchofthegreatoval.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm working on another post, but I've been a bit distracted the last few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Thank you all again!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-4049272401816635348?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/4049272401816635348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=4049272401816635348' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/4049272401816635348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/4049272401816635348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2007/01/blown-away.html' title='Blown Away'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-1331042376895270343</id><published>2007-01-25T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:55:00.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Monitors This Stuff??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ran across this little gem earlier today. I have to wonder who was watching the iguana closely enough to figure it out. . . I don't know whether to laugh my ass off or feel sorry for the little guy. . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20070125/od_nm/iguana_erection_dc_1"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20070125/od_nm/iguana_erection_dc_1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be back this weekend to post some news. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Laterz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-1331042376895270343?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/1331042376895270343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=1331042376895270343' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/1331042376895270343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/1331042376895270343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-monitors-this-stuff.html' title='Who Monitors This Stuff??'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-2007011015276683637</id><published>2007-01-19T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:49:49.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid's Shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCkpHlmq2bY/RbF6N3m2vPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xAOOBD1N2NE/s1600-h/2926-Pufnstuf_clipped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021929438178622706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCkpHlmq2bY/RbF6N3m2vPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xAOOBD1N2NE/s400/2926-Pufnstuf_clipped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not sure why (other than the 3 glasses of wine I've had tonight), but I was thinking about some of the more memorable kid's shows from MY childhood (yes, I was one once!!!), through the early days of my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, dear friends, is my (somewhat) twisted view of what these shows were REALLY about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Kangaroo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a slightly chubby, middle age guy with a pageboy hairut and mustache, who hangs out with a farmer, a rabbit and a moose. . . I'm thinkin' there was some pretty wierd shit goin' on back stage. . . No wonder I would rather just forget my childhood. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy Doody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ol' Buffalo Bob hangin' with Howdy, whose strings are forever being yanked by bad jokes. Worse, they made the poor little wooden head hawk sugar-coated breakfast cereals and other useless crap. . . Then there's Clarabelle the Clown, Princess Winter-Spring-Summer-Fall and a few others just to add to the wierdness. Great character-building stuff that was . . . . Tell me drugs weren't popular in the 50s. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romper Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinkin' Miss Nancy had another agenda going on behind the scenes. Nobody is that sweet. . . Not even me LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mickey Mouse Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it, Ol' Walt was a perv. . . He had a thing for Annette, or maybe Tommy. . . Or both. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bozo the Clown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a franchise deal with a different Bozo in every major city. . . Not unlike Congress. . . My fondest memory of our local Bozo (this was a live broadcast in the late 60s) was a wide shot of the studio audience with a little boy about 6, flipping off the camera. Bozo squatted down beside the little darling and said: "That's a Bozo No-No". . . To which the kid replied. . . "Climb it clownie". . . . Priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soupy Sales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based in Motown and syndicated around the country, the Soupster was the master of the double entandre. His show was as much for adults as the kids. Some of the outtakes I've seen from his show are priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the good fortune to meet him in the mid-90s when he was doing a comedy club tour. His stage show was a masterpiece. I cried when I heard he had passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.R. Pufnstuf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's any secret what Ol' H.R. was puffin. . . . 'Nuff said???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Rogers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm not even goin' there. . . I think Eddie Murphy nailed it on SNL. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PeeWee's Playhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. . . Ol' PeeWee gets nailed by the cops for "skinin' the lizzard" in a porno theater. . . What more do we need to know??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teletubbies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure those things on the tops of their heads were handles, so you could throw them far far away from your children. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barney and Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even get me started on what was wrong with THAT picture. . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to add any of your favorites. I'm sure I forgot a few. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I know there were hundreds of local kids’ shows in other major markets. Among them here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hotdog (yes, I CAN prove it!!!), Captain Muddy (a tug boat captain on the Detroit River), Johnny Ginger (a bellhop, who hosted some of the worst cartoons ever seen) and Al E. Kat &amp;amp; Panzy (really bad puppets with seemingly no script or other direction). . . They weren't good at "winging it". . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-2007011015276683637?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/2007011015276683637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=2007011015276683637' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/2007011015276683637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/2007011015276683637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2007/01/kids-shows.html' title='Kid&apos;s Shows'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCkpHlmq2bY/RbF6N3m2vPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xAOOBD1N2NE/s72-c/2926-Pufnstuf_clipped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-4443657441475330970</id><published>2007-01-10T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:30:39.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiders and More Stuff About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;HI all!!!. . . I've been a very bad girl, letting so much time go between posts. It's been a little crazy the last week or so, but that's no excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;The link below will take you to Canada's version of You Tube. I found this particular clip very interesting, since I've never really seen any medical studies on spiders before today. It gets off to a bit of a slow start, but I think you'll find it fascinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filecabi.net/video/spiders-drugs.html"&gt;http://www.filecabi.net/video/spiders-drugs.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other news from the Motown Bitch. . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I mentioned a couple of posts back that I have been seeing a new Psych and we've been talking about how to best let Lauren be a part of my everyday life, despite the fact I'll never be able to fully transition. Marsha (previously referred to as Dr. M) has been working with me to let Lauren become the dominant influence in how I live my everyday life. I've purposely kept my public life (work, family etc.) and my true self segregated, causing some very confused feelings and contributing to my depression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;The first major step was to get my sorry ass out of this house for something more than work and grocery shopping. Actually socialize a little, but let Lauren run the show. It's been much easier than I thought it would be. My first assignment was to get back in touch with someone I haven't seen in a while. My dear friend Kat and I have had a couple of great lunches and talk/e-mail almost daily. We had been out of touch for over two years. I didn't realize how much I've missed her. She is a friend in every sense of the word. We've known each other for almost 20 years and have been through some very trying times together. More about that another time. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;The second assignment was to get together with someone I know casually, but have never socialized with. Enter MB. . . who works for a local business I frequent and has the most wonderful personality. We met shortly after I moved here and have had some great chats. I suggested a casual meeting and I now have a great new friend!! More about that another time too. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Through all of this, Lauren has been in control. Kat knows about Lauren and I have explained my assignment. She addresses me as Lauren and is in full support, because she now sees my real personality, not the image I lived so miserably for years. MB only knows (so far) that I am a very gentle person who enjoys things more typical of a woman. I was completely blown away when I found out MB has two gay, adult children who are totally accepted for who they are by the entire family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I'll be seeing Marsha again next week. I've e-mailed her a couple of progress reports, but I'm really looking forward to talking with her. It's been almost a month since my last appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I feel pretty damned good right now. . . I'm liking this feeling!!! But, don't think for one moment that my bitchy side is going away. That just wouldn't be me LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Many thanks to those of you who helped get me to this point. My Blogger friends have been the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. You know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;And this parting thought from scull jockey Sidney Friedman, one of my favorite characters from MASH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;"Pull down your pants and slide on the ice". . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Love Y'all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-4443657441475330970?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/4443657441475330970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=4443657441475330970' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/4443657441475330970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/4443657441475330970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2007/01/spiders-and-more-stuff-about-me.html' title='Spiders and More Stuff About Me'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-3000099880499009323</id><published>2006-12-31T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T16:23:44.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To All of My Wonderful Friends. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCkpHlmq2bY/RZge3GskYTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/V3tOqP4wgig/s1600-h/NEWYEAR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014792117116231986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCkpHlmq2bY/RZge3GskYTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/V3tOqP4wgig/s400/NEWYEAR.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;2006 has been a year of changes for so many of us. Some good, some we would all rather not have had to deal with. But through it all, we have somehow managed to keep our heads in the right place and do what needed to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;The wonderful friends I have here at Blogger mean more to me with every passing day. Whether you realize it or not, each of you has, in some way, made a positive contribution to my life. The encouragement, understanding and the occasional kick in the rump have helped me to grow and move forward with my life. For that my friends, I am forever grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;As we welcome 2007, I ask each of you to take a moment to think about how fortunate most of us are. We go to bed at night in a warm home with a full tummy. Sometimes a little too full for our own good. We don't have to worry about our government breaking down our doors in the middle of the night to take away what little we have, just because they can do so. Anyone willing to make the effort can have an education. For most of us, healthcare is readily available, even if we can't always afford it. In short, if you are reading this, you are among a group that hundreds of millions people would consider the richest people on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Sometimes, we lose sight of just how good we really have it. Today is a good day to remember that and ask ourselves how we can help to share our wealth with those who can only dream of such things. It doesn't take much to make a difference. It just takes getting off our spoiled butts and doing something, anything, to brighten the prospects for someone you will never meet or know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Sometime in 2007 try to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Say hello to a total stranger and wish them a beautiful day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Go through all those clothes you haven't worn in ages and donate them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Pick one day and volunteer at a hospital or homeless shelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Drop a few coins in a donation canister for a local charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Tell those closest to you how much you love them often. You can't say it too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Above all, take the time to enjoy a beautiful sunny day and remind yourself of just how good you really have it in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Have a safe and happy New Year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Much love to you and yours. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-3000099880499009323?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/3000099880499009323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=3000099880499009323' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/3000099880499009323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/3000099880499009323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-all-of-my-wonderful-friends.html' title='To All of My Wonderful Friends. . . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCkpHlmq2bY/RZge3GskYTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/V3tOqP4wgig/s72-c/NEWYEAR.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-6347876746348111301</id><published>2006-12-27T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T22:26:12.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren's Changing World</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I haven't posted much over the last couple of months. I've tried to keep up with comments and I've added a couple of rants, but nothing of any real substance. My job has had a lot to do with that, but there have been other things going on as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I started seeing a Psychologist again about 2 months ago. I needed to get some new input as to my options and decided that Rosemary (the previous Psych) wasn't the person for the job. Enter Dr. M. . . (She hates it when I call her that LOL!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Little by little, I've been inching myself out of my self-imposed cave. We've talked extensively about who and what I am and where I want to go from here. Her insights have been a breath of fresh air. I no longer feel like I'm trapped. I know I have options and can still live my life as the person I truly am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;There have also been some other changes recently that have added to my improved outlook on my life. Can't get in to those just yet, but Lauren is beginning to feel like a whole new woman. . . Stay tuned. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-6347876746348111301?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/6347876746348111301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=6347876746348111301' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/6347876746348111301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/6347876746348111301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/12/laurens-changing-world.html' title='Lauren&apos;s Changing World'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-2485270570006422575</id><published>2006-12-24T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T20:32:36.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVE YOURSELF A. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Merry Christmas, Happy Hannuka, Kwanzaa, or whatever you choose to celebrate. May your day be filled with laughter, good food and drink, great friends, family and above all, peace and love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Please take a moment tomorrow to honor our sons, daughters, husbands, wives and friends who will be thousands of miles from home serving our country. Whether you agree with the situation or not, those men and women are away from their families to do a dirty job nobody should ever have to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;As we approach the beginning of 2007, I wish all of my wonderful blog friends the very best in all they do. Denise, Babs, Jackiesue, Apos, Kevin, Clance, Carina, Linda, Nitwit, Donna, Patti. . I love you all from the bottom of my heart. You have become a part of my family. I can't begin to tell you how much your friendship and support means to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Peace, love and HUGGSS!! . . . from The Motown Bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;BTW: Don't forget. . . Babs' birthday is this coming Sunday, 12-31. . . . Be sure to send her an appropriate greeting. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Love Y'all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-2485270570006422575?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/2485270570006422575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=2485270570006422575' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/2485270570006422575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/2485270570006422575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/12/have-yourself.html' title='HAVE YOURSELF A. . . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-1384824972602354817</id><published>2006-12-17T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:10:48.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;UPDATE!!!!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, one of my three "may I haves" was anwered today. I WILL have a job next year. . . YAY!!!!!!!!!. . . It sounds like I may have some added duties (OH GOODY!! I hate sleep anyway. . .), but I have a job.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Carina. . . I don't generally celebrate Christian Holidays, but this one really made me think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santa please may I have:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1: A holiday with my family that does NOT include; racist comments, gay bashing and people getting completely bombed before dinner. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2: Some sign that I'm still going to have my job next year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3: A new PC, because this one is going to implode any day now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santa, please no:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1: Any further escalation of this insane war in Iraq.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2: Any additional blows to the US auto industry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Senseless violence in our cities.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not tagging anyone, but feel free to share your wish list. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish all of you peace, love and prosperity in the New Year. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-1384824972602354817?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/1384824972602354817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=1384824972602354817' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/1384824972602354817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/1384824972602354817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/12/thanks-carina.html' title='Wish List'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-6134596516635091307</id><published>2006-12-14T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T20:30:15.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FOAD Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well Denise, you asked and I think this is the perfect time for my first FOAD Thursday. A little late in the day I know, but here we go. . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Local Retailers: &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;If you are going to advertise a special, at least have the common courtesy to actually HAVE the product in the store!!! When the sale price starts on Saturday and the shelf is empty at 7:30 AM, there can only be one explanation. . . YOU FUCKED UP!! KISS MY ASS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;My Neighbors: &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Living in a Condo community means we have rules. One of those rules is to pay your monthly dues ON TIME!!! Don't ask for an extension after I saw the appliance store dropping off your new 52 in. Plasma TV. . . BITE ME!!!!!. . . And get those GAWD AWFUL decorations off of the common property. Read the fucking by-laws!!!! DICKHEAD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;My Suppliers:&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; When we assign deadlines for projects, they ARE NOT a suggestion. That is when the project is due!!!! I DO NOT appreciate spending an extra 15 hours a week helping you catch up, because you were letting shit go, and then lied to me about what you had completed!! I don't give repeat business to people who fuck me over. . . And thank you SO much for making me look like a total FUCKING idiot to MY boss. . . FUCK OFF AND DIE!!!!! I hope your Christmas lights short out and set your fucking Lexus on fire. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Local News Media: &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A car fire on the expressway IS NOT "BREAKING NEWS!!!!!!" It's a fucking traffic alert!!! It only affects the people who use THAT expressway, not the entire Metro area. . . We only have about 120 miles of expressway around here!! The same thing goes for snow fluries. . . IT'S SNOW!!!, not a fucking Sunami!!. . . Slow down and PAY ATTENTION!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;And finally. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;My Loving Family: &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Thank you SO much for waiting until the last FUCKING minute to make Holiday plans!! It's really no big deal for me to completely change the plans I've had in place for two months to accomodate YOUR child's schedule. We all know I have no fucking life anyway!!! And while we're at it, sending me a list of SUGGESTED gifts for your little darlings, who can't be bothered to acknowledge MY existance unless it's THEIR birthday or Christmas, takes a lot of balls!!! Sorry, I may have a cold that day. . . UP YOURS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;BAH!! HUMBUG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;That concludes the first. . . but hardly the last FOAD Thursday from "The Motown Bitch!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I feel MUCH better now. . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-6134596516635091307?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/6134596516635091307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=6134596516635091307' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/6134596516635091307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/6134596516635091307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/12/foad-thursday.html' title='FOAD Thursday'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-4497883957555154468</id><published>2006-12-10T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:06:24.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I stole this from Denise, who stole it from someone else. . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;The things that I have done are in &lt;strong&gt;bold.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Taken a Ferrari for a test drive &lt;strong&gt;(Rode in one at 150 mph)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Held a tarantula&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Said “I love you” and meant it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Hugged a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Bungee jumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt; Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.&lt;/strong&gt; Touched an iceberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Changed a baby’s diaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Had a food fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28.&lt;/strong&gt; Bet on a winning horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Had a snowball fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34.&lt;/strong&gt; Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37.&lt;/strong&gt; Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40.&lt;/strong&gt; Visited all 50 states&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Had amazing friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44.&lt;/strong&gt; Watched wild whales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46.&lt;/strong&gt; Backpacked in Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Taken a road-trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. Gone sky diving (never again!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51.&lt;/strong&gt; Visited Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52.&lt;/strong&gt; Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54.&lt;/strong&gt; Visited Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. Milked a cow (I grew up on a dairy farm)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Alphabetized your CDs (yes, I'm really THAT anal LOL!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57.&lt;/strong&gt; Pretended to be a superhero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58.&lt;/strong&gt; Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59.&lt;/strong&gt; Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. Played touch football&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Gone scuba diving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Played in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66.&lt;/strong&gt; Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67.&lt;/strong&gt; Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68.&lt;/strong&gt; Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69.&lt;/strong&gt; Toured ancient sites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70.&lt;/strong&gt; Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71.&lt;/strong&gt; Played D&amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Gotten married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. Been in a movie (Several industrial videos)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74. Crashed a party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76.&lt;/strong&gt; Gone without food for 5 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Made cookies from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79.&lt;/strong&gt; Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80.&lt;/strong&gt; Gotten a tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81.&lt;/strong&gt; Rafted the Snake River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Been on television news programs as an “expert”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Performed on stage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. Been to Las Vegas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86.&lt;/strong&gt; Recorded music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. Eaten shark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Kissed on the first date&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89.&lt;/strong&gt; Gone to Thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90. Bought a house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. Been in a combat zone (Does Detroit count?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92.&lt;/strong&gt; Buried one/both of your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Been on a cruise ship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94.&lt;/strong&gt; Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95.&lt;/strong&gt; Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. Raised children&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97.&lt;/strong&gt; Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99.&lt;/strong&gt; Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;101.&lt;/strong&gt; Walked the Golden Gate Bridge &lt;strong&gt;(Walked the Mackinac Bridge {5 miles} 3 times)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking (daily!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;104. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;105. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;106.&lt;/strong&gt; Lost 100 pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;107.&lt;/strong&gt; Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;108. Piloted an airplane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;109.&lt;/strong&gt; Touched a stingray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;110. Broken someone’s heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;111. Helped an animal give birth (see #55)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;112.&lt;/strong&gt; Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;114.&lt;/strong&gt; Gone on an African photo safari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;115.&lt;/strong&gt; Had a facial part pierced other than your ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;116.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;118. Ridden a horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;119. Had major surgery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;120.&lt;/strong&gt; Had a snake as a pet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;121. &lt;/strong&gt;Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;122.&lt;/strong&gt; Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;123.&lt;/strong&gt; Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;124.&lt;/strong&gt; Visited all 7 continents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;125.&lt;/strong&gt; Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;126.&lt;/strong&gt; Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;127. Eaten sushi (yes, EEEWWWW!!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;128. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;129. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;130. Gone back to school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;131.&lt;/strong&gt; Parasailed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;132. Touched a cockroach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;133.&lt;/strong&gt; Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;134. Read The Iliad - and the Odyssey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;135. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;137.&lt;/strong&gt; Skipped all your school reunions &lt;strong&gt;(I should have though)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;139.&lt;/strong&gt; Been elected to public office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;140.&lt;/strong&gt; Written your own computer language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;141.&lt;/strong&gt; Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;142.&lt;/strong&gt; Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts (this junk heap is my third!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;144.&lt;/strong&gt; Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;145.&lt;/strong&gt; Had a booth at a street fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;146.&lt;/strong&gt; Dyed your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;147. Been a DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;148. Shaved your head (long story, don't ask. . .)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;149. Caused a car accident&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;150.&lt;/strong&gt; Saved someone’s life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some of those I'm not proud of, but I did them just the same. . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be back soon. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-4497883957555154468?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/4497883957555154468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=4497883957555154468' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/4497883957555154468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/4497883957555154468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/12/things-ive-done.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Done'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-6513007458408561648</id><published>2006-11-29T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T18:36:54.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short-N-Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Just a quick note to let you know I'll be gone for a short time. Too much going on at work and my blogging needs to take a back seat for a little while. I'll be back before the Holidays, I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-6513007458408561648?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/6513007458408561648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=6513007458408561648' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/6513007458408561648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/6513007458408561648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/11/short-n-sweet.html' title='Short-N-Sweet'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-116424366067490795</id><published>2006-11-22T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:02:53.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought For The Day. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/turkey.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/turkey.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all you Turkeys!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Love Y'all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19301132-116424366067490795?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/116424366067490795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=116424366067490795' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116424366067490795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116424366067490795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/11/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought For The Day. . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-116416293070119699</id><published>2006-11-21T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:05:43.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Fast Food Sales Representative. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;. . . I realize for our state's minimum wage of $6.85/hr, I cannot expect a PowerPoint presentation of my menu choices or any free upgrades. However, I do feel it is reasonable to expect that I will not have to compete for your attention with your Blue Tooth conversation with you friend about how "BITCHIN" your date was last night. I also feel I'm within my rightful expectations to be greeted cordially and perhaps even get a smile while you take the money from my hand that pays your wages. . . If I am wrong in this expectation, please accept my sincere apologies for wasting your valuable time and causing you any undue mental anguish. . . I'll try to be more respectful next time. . . Not that there WILL be a next time, but I felt compelled to make you feel better about yourself. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Also, you might wish to pass this suggestion along to the Sandwich Assembly Engineers. . . It is generally accepted that the protien portion of a sandwich (beef, ham, chicken, fish, cheese etc.) and requested condiments be evenly distributed between the upper and lower portion of the grain-based delivery substrate (aka bun). Attempting to consume a sandwich in which the proper alignment of the sandwich components exceeds 50% misalignment does not meet generally accepted quality standards and makes for an extremely messy dining experience. If this is, again, an unrealistic expectation, please accept my sincere apologies. It was not my intent to be overly critical of your work skills. . . I know you'll understand completely when the new bright red car you parents buy for you comes with one blue door. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Respectfully yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;The bitchy customer. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;cc: US Postal Service employees, grocery store cashiers, bank tellers, car wash attendants, pharmacy technicians and any other customer service representatives who may see this. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-116416293070119699?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/116416293070119699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=116416293070119699' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116416293070119699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116416293070119699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/11/dear-fast-food-sales-representative.html' title='Dear Fast Food Sales Representative. . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-116381483385025485</id><published>2006-11-17T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T21:36:13.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Having A Bad Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;This little ditty was big here in Motown about 20 years ago. A local morning drive radio team used to play it every morning at 7:45 AM, while I was on my daily one hour commute. After all these years, I finally found it and wanted to share with all of you. I laughed as hard tonight hearing it as I did 20 years ago. . . Go ahead and click on the link, you know you want to. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4591108324303185169&amp;q=half+life&amp;amp;pl=false"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4591108324303185169&amp;q=half+life&amp;amp;pl=false&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel much better now. . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;BTW: The song was originally recorded by "The Fools" in 1985.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I have no idea who set the music to the rather macabre slide show (other than the fleeting credit to "kirby"), but it all fits pretty well. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-116381483385025485?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/116381483385025485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=116381483385025485' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116381483385025485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116381483385025485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/11/having-bad-day.html' title='Having A Bad Day?'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-116320754904064900</id><published>2006-11-10T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T21:55:14.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week In Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Well, boys and girls. . . This has been quite a week, hasn't it? The Dems kick ass and take names in the election and suddenly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;George is re-thinking his position on Iraq. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/bushnottoobright.jpg.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/bushnottoobright.jpg.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Rumsfeld is last seen falling on his sword. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/rumsfeld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/rumsfeld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;And George's worst nightmare is now the Speaker of the House. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/pelosi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/pelosi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sick `em Nancy!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Stay tuned. . . This is gonna get interesting. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I love this country!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;BTW: If you need a good laugh, try this one: &lt;a href="http://www.bushorchimp.com/pics.html"&gt;http://www.bushorchimp.com/pics.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-116320754904064900?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/116320754904064900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=116320754904064900' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116320754904064900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116320754904064900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/11/week-in-review.html' title='The Week In Review'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-116319755162919572</id><published>2006-11-10T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:25:51.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/jackpalance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/jackpalance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jack Palance, (born Volodymyr Palanyuk [Ukr: Володимир Паланюк] on &lt;a title="February 18" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/February_18"&gt;February 18&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="1919" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1919"&gt;1919&lt;/a&gt;, in &lt;a title="Hazle Township, Pennsylvania" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hazle_Township%2C_Pennsylvania"&gt;Hazle Township, Pennsylvania&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="USA" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USA"&gt;USA&lt;/a&gt;), died November 10, 2006, is an &lt;a title="Academy Award" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Academy_Award"&gt;Academy Award&lt;/a&gt;-winning &lt;a title="United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States"&gt;American&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Actor" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Actor"&gt;actor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;With his rugged facial features and gravelly voice, Palance is best known to modern movie audiences as both the characters of Curly and Duke in the &lt;a title="City Slickers" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/City_Slickers"&gt;City Slickers&lt;/a&gt; movies, but his career has spanned half a century of film and television appearances.&lt;br /&gt;Palance had recently placed his &lt;a title="Butler Township, Luzerne County, Pennsylvania" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butler_Township%2C_Luzerne_County%2C_Pennsylvania"&gt;Butler Township, Pennsylvania&lt;/a&gt;, Holly-Brooke Farm up for sale and its contents, his personal lifetime collection, up for auction.&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Palance#_note-Learn-Andes"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of Friday afternoon, November 10, 2006, the Associated Press is reporting that Jack has passed away at his home in Motecito, CA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-116319755162919572?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/116319755162919572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=116319755162919572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116319755162919572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116319755162919572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/11/goodbye-jack.html' title='Goodbye Jack'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-116276950537363137</id><published>2006-11-05T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T18:31:45.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Ya Feel The Love???</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Well, maybe we got through to a few people after all. Since our community meeting, I've had 10 calls from people thanking us for what we are doing or apologizing for the individuals who acted like a total horse's ass. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I had two other calls from people who think &lt;em&gt;I'm &lt;/em&gt;a total horse's ass. . . Guess I should be happy they were moved to at least call. I think a good movement was exactly what they needed in the first place. . . I also got a chuckle when a little old man I asked to be quiet in the meeting drove past me on my walk this morning and flipped me off. . . I'm sorry sir, but I'm pretty sure yours hasn't pointed in that direction in quite some time, but thank you for the thought anyway. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I can only imagine what will happen when the next newsletter goes out in a week or so. I haven't heard from anyone who was too busy to attend the meeting. There should be a few laughs in that too. . . Those folks go on my; "Ya don't get to bitch if ya didn't attend" list. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;The one truth about community service is: "If some people aren't pissed off at ya, you aint doin' it right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Get out and VOTE Tuesday. . . Then ya can bitch all ya want. . . I know I will!!! LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-116276950537363137?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/116276950537363137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=116276950537363137' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116276950537363137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116276950537363137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/11/can-ya-feel-love.html' title='Can Ya Feel The Love???'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-116252393275055279</id><published>2006-11-02T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:19:59.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rules Don't Apply To Me. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. . . Because my personal needs are more important than everyone elses' needs. I'm special. . . I can't be held to the same standard as others, because that would be unfair. . . To me. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules are for everyone else. Rules are for people who don't think the way I do. Rules are for people who are such stupid sheep they are willing to follow them. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That seems to be the attitude of far too many people these days. I don't know whether to laugh, cry, scream or just go out and beat a homeless person with a crowbar. . . I'm pretty sure I won't select option 4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, last night my partner and I hosted our first community meeting since we were elected last summer. We spent countless hours of our own time looking at the the community rules and other issues that affected &lt;em&gt;everyone &lt;/em&gt;and addressed those. . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now my partner and I understand why nobody else wanted the job. . . You can't please ANYBODY!!!. . . And we don't give a flyin' FUCK!!! . . . You elected us and we are going to do the job!!! GOT THAT?!?!?! We didn't take the job to be popular!! We didn't take the job because it pays so well. . . Because we do it FREE!! We took the job because it needs to be done. . . DIPSHIT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We talked for over an hour tonight and we're more determined than ever to make this work. . . And we will. . . Because we are the two most determined BITCHES on the face of the earth! . . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes ya have to piss people off just to get them to pay attention. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're pretty good at that already. . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I grow up I wanna be Yellowdog Granny!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love y'all!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-116252393275055279?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/116252393275055279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=116252393275055279' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116252393275055279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116252393275055279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/11/rules-dont-apply-to-me.html' title='The Rules Don&apos;t Apply To Me. . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-116173833775404220</id><published>2006-10-24T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T21:19:35.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting the GOOBER in the Gubernatorial Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;There is a very nasty race for Governor in Michigan this year. Republican Dick Devos (former CEO of AMWAY . . . Scary by itself!!) is running against Demacratic incumbent Jennifer Granholm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Here is one of the latest Granholm spots that puts Mr. Devos in the truly scary light he deserves. . . Just click on the link below: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SA29xUdYrbQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SA29xUdYrbQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See what I mean???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Love Y'all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-116173833775404220?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/116173833775404220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=116173833775404220' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116173833775404220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116173833775404220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/10/putting-goober-in-gubernatorial-race.html' title='Putting the GOOBER in the Gubernatorial Race'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-116155948131040726</id><published>2006-10-22T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:36:51.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One FLU Over the Cookoo's Nest</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;If you're a regular reader of &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;JackieSue&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/a&gt;you're familiar with her phrase; "I feel like hammered shit." I can now report with great certainty there are AT LEAST two levels below "hammered shit" on the illness scale. The last 5 days I've been sick with the flu. I haven't been that sick in years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm not sure how much weight I've lost as a result, but I put on a pair of jeans this morning I haven't been able to button in over a year. This is a weight loss program I DO NOT recommend. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm pretty much back to semi-normal today. I'm sure the two days of work I missed will come back to haunt me for at least a week. I'm not looking forward to seeing my desk tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I need to get around and catch up with the rest of the Insanity Brigade. I'll try to leave a pearl of wisdom or two where I can. . . HEY!! It's better than what I've been leaving for the last few days. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;BTW: Get a flu shot. I was scheduled to get mine this Wednesday. . . Nice timing, HUH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Love Y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-116155948131040726?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/116155948131040726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=116155948131040726' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116155948131040726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116155948131040726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-flu-over-cookoos-nest.html' title='One FLU Over the Cookoo&apos;s Nest'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-116061125161283984</id><published>2006-10-11T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:00:51.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motown weather forecast. . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Tonight: cloudy and windy. A chance of showers until late at night, then a chance of rain and snow showers. Windy, colder. Lows 35 to 39. West winds 20 to 30 mph+gusts until after midnight, becoming southwest 10 to 20 mph. Chance of precipitation 40 percent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Thursday: cloudy with a chance of rain and snow showers. Cooler. Highs 43 to 47. Southwest winds 10 to 20 mph+ gusts. Chance of precipitation 40 percent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want summer back!!!!!!!  NOW!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-116061125161283984?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/116061125161283984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=116061125161283984' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116061125161283984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116061125161283984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/10/nnnoooooooooooooooooooo.html' title='NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-116053307109996730</id><published>2006-10-10T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T23:08:32.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOOPPPSSS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/DSCN0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/DSCN0685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I spotted this today in the neighborhood just down the street. Thought you might get a chuckle from it. I did!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;That's gotta hurt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-116053307109996730?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/116053307109996730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=116053307109996730' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116053307109996730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116053307109996730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/10/oooopppsss.html' title='OOOOPPPSSS!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-116031577616498825</id><published>2006-10-08T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T19:10:25.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/catlitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/catlitter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was one party down city last night!!!! This is the first MLB Playoff Series victory for Detroit since they won the World Series in 1984. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best of all. . . No major problems with idiots tearing up Downtown. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Laterz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;EDIT: I don't follow baseball or any other sport closely except for NASCAR. But, when you get a winning team shoved in your face 24/7. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;And the Detroit Lions blow another one while leading 17 to 3 in the 4th quarter. They lost 26 to 17. . . These idiots could screw up a wet dream. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;GO NASCAR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-116031577616498825?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/116031577616498825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=116031577616498825' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116031577616498825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/116031577616498825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-york-who.html' title='New York Who?'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115992234301452409</id><published>2006-10-03T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:22:39.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>$2 Gas?. . . Don't Get Too Used To It. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I don't make a habit of getting up on my political soapbox, because it tends to piss people off. I figure the chances of me changing many, if ANY, minds about anything are somewhere between slim and none. . . And slim left on the 4:30 bus. So I just don't do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Having said that, I've been listening to the local and national news "talking heads" going on about OPEC backing down on the price of crude oil (&gt; $59/barrel today) and the lower prices at the pump (It was $2.03 here today when I filled up). . . But as Popeye said many years ago. . . "That's all I can stands. . . I can't stands no more!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Gasoline prices typically drop in September/October as the oil companies deplete stocks of summer blend fuel to make room for winter blend. That usually results in a drop of 10 to 15 cents per gallon for a couple of weeks to spur demand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;BUT. . . This is an election year and the &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;GOP (Gouging Oil Pimps)&lt;/span&gt; know they are in DEEP SHIT. Plus, the OPECkers know that a Democratic-controlled Congress would be MAJOR bad news for them. The recent addition of Republican Congressman Mark &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;("I'd like to slip those shorts off you. ." )&lt;/span&gt; Foley's penchant for young, male Congressional Pages just tossed some of that precious OPEC oil on the flames LOL!!! Timing is everything! At least Clinton got a blow job from an adult woman!! So much for the Christian right. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;The OPECkers also know they can take a short term drop in profits to TRY and make King Shit-For-Brains look like a hero. . . "Look people. . . I reduced oil prices without using &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;NEUCULAR &lt;/span&gt;weapons!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;The damage control over the next five weeks is going to be interesting. But rest assured, your Thanksgiving trip to Grandma's house won't be on $2 gasoline. Don't think I'm right? Then explain why diesel fuel is still at $3/gallon. . . . Go ahead, I'd love to hear it. . . So would the farming and trucking industries. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;That bright light you see in the east is the GOP burning in their own $2 gas. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;This is gonna be fun to watch!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Laterz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115992234301452409?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115992234301452409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115992234301452409' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115992234301452409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115992234301452409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/10/2-gas-dont-get-too-used-to-it.html' title='$2 Gas?. . . Don&apos;t Get Too Used To It. . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115971303137407811</id><published>2006-10-01T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T10:44:48.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Pays To Know Your Customer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/DSCN0666.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/DSCN0666.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I drive by this billboard for a local truck stop on I-75 every Sunday morning on my way to breakfast. Thought I'd share it with y'all. Click on it to see full screen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Sunday!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115971303137407811?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115971303137407811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115971303137407811' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115971303137407811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115971303137407811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-pays-to-know-your-customer.html' title='It Pays To Know Your Customer'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115949512557732073</id><published>2006-09-28T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T21:59:51.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Betty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just finished watching the Pilot episode of Ugly Betty on ABC. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five minutes into this apparent train wreck I was ready to find a rerun of Law and Order. Fifteen minutes into this intriguing idea, I was totally fascinated. Thirty minutes into this quirky new com/drama I was thinking. . . YES!!! I'm liking this!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hollywood taking a shot at Hollywood AND the fashion and beauty industies. . . What's NOT to like about this? The casting is excellent!! America Fererra is a doll!!! I love her already!! Vanessa Williams playing the Queen Bitch is just TOO PERFECT! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Betty Suarez, a plain young woman from Queens with a few great ideas and a lot of desire. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you didn't watch tonight, catch it next Thursday at 8 PM EDT (You can adjust for your own time zone). You can also get a preview here: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/uglybetty/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://abc.go.com/primetime/uglybetty/index.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The segment from ABC's "The View" is great. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give it a try. . . WOW!!! ABC finally put something out I might watch more than once!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGGSS!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115949512557732073?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115949512557732073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115949512557732073' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115949512557732073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115949512557732073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/09/ugly-betty_115949512557732073.html' title='Ugly Betty'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115923537739677968</id><published>2006-09-25T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T20:41:32.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Pay The Ransom!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;DAMN!!! I didn't realize it's been over two weeks since my last post. . . Between the increasingly insane work schedule and the Homeowners' Association From Hell, I just lost track. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Let's just say things will have to improve a bit to TOTALLY SUCK!!! . . . and leave it at that. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I know, I know. . . STOP WHINING LAUREN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;. . . Denise was thinking of me when she ran across this little gem today and passed it along (Thanks Sweetie!!): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wate.com/Global/story.asp?S=4568083"&gt;http://www.wate.com/Global/story.asp?S=4568083&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm not saying I completely agree with what "Jamie" is claiming, because I can see valid points in the links at the bottom of the artcle too. But, I understand her basic issues. She was supported initially, but an apparent change in management has caused some new issues. This is the sort of CRAP that Trans people get every day. The truth is, most Trans people really would like to just blend in and go about our business like everyone else. I CAN tell you with great certainty, Jamie didn't do this just to get on the 6 PM news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I can remember a time time when people who went through a divorce became the subject of whispered comments and outright bad treatment by others. I remember when when "coming out of the closet" and telling the world you were Gay meant public ridicule and the very real possibility of physical harm. Somehow, we all (mostly) learned to get past that and just view people as people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Hope y'all had a great weekend!! My NASCAR Team SUCKED!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;GO MATT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115923537739677968?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115923537739677968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115923537739677968' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115923537739677968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115923537739677968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-pay-ransom.html' title='Don&apos;t Pay The Ransom!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115792926308616227</id><published>2006-09-10T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:23:57.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9-11 Never Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;If you do nothing else on Monday, September 11, 2006, please take two minutes at 8:46 AM Eastern time to stop, face New York and Washington DC and honor the nearly 3000 souls who died as a result of the most cowardly and hateful act ever committed against the people of the United States of America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;There is no logic, no matter how twisted, to justify what happened on September 11, 2001. These were the acts of people totally devoid of compassion for their fellow man. These were the acts of selfish, cowardly people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;PLEASE. . . On November 7, 2006, go to the polls and make your voice heard. Tell our leaders that we have had enough of the insanity of the Bush administration. It's time to take this country back from Big Government, Big Oil and Big Business in general. It's the common man and woman who hold the real power in this country. . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;If we all just get off our fat asses and do something about it!!!! It's NOT someone else's job. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;It's OUR JOB!!!! Just DO IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115792926308616227?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115792926308616227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115792926308616227' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115792926308616227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115792926308616227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/09/9-11-never-forget.html' title='9-11 Never Forget'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115721103191556259</id><published>2006-09-02T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T11:34:16.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The New General Motors Mission Statement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/GM.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/GM.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115721103191556259?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115721103191556259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115721103191556259' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115721103191556259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115721103191556259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-general-motors-mission-statement.html' title='The New General Motors Mission Statement'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115698654077049596</id><published>2006-08-30T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:06:39.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay-Backs Are A Bitch Donna LOL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Now you have Denise and Me to contend with. . . MUWAHAHAHAHHAHHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The Meme of Threes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that scare me:&lt;/strong&gt; High bridges over water, Rats (wanna see me totally freak?), Congress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People who make me laugh:&lt;/strong&gt; Denise. . . She’s a total nut at times, My friend Lynette, Jay Leno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I don’t understand:&lt;/strong&gt; How our Government got so screwed up, Men (OK, I know it’s the same as the first one), Bigots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I am doing right now:&lt;/strong&gt; Fixing dinner, Typing this mess, Avoiding at least 3 other things I need to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I can do:&lt;/strong&gt; Lead by example, Balance my checkbook to the penny, Make people think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ways to describe my personality:&lt;/strong&gt; Shy, Caring, Softhearted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I can’t do:&lt;/strong&gt; Sew, Apply eyeliner, Juggle (I’ve tried to learn all three dozens of times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I think you should listen to:&lt;/strong&gt; Your heart, it’s never wrong, Whatever music makes you feel good, Anyone promoting tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things you should never listen to:&lt;/strong&gt; Republicans, Religious Zealots, Anyone promoting a "get rich" scheme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I’d like to learn:&lt;/strong&gt; Guitar, How to apply makeup properly when you can’t see without your glasses, A second language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Foods:&lt;/strong&gt; Cajun/Creole, Fried chicken, BBQ pork (There’s a healthy mix!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beverages I drink regularly:&lt;/strong&gt; Tea, Chardonnay, More water than I care to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TV Shows I watched as a kid&lt;/strong&gt;: Clutch Cargo (worst animation in history LOL!!), Gilligan’s Island, Twilight Zone (There’s a mix for ya!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm not tagging anyone. If you want to do this, GO FOR IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115698654077049596?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115698654077049596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115698654077049596' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115698654077049596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115698654077049596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/08/pay-backs-are-bitch-donna-lol.html' title='Pay-Backs Are A Bitch Donna LOL!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115681569941931495</id><published>2006-08-28T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:41:39.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>But Sirius-ly Folks. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the options that came with the car I bought last winter was Sirius satelite radio. I figured for $12.95/mo, it was worth trying out.  Gotta tell ya, I love it!!! All music, no 5-minute commercial blocks like the local stations, minimal talk, and the DJs actually know something about the music they play and the bands that play it. WHAT A CONCEPT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought I was pretty savy in the world of Alternative Rock until I bought Sirius. . . They play stuff that you'll NEVER, EVER hear on your local WGAG or KBLA stations. . . Case in point, where else could you hear this little ditty from an east coast band called "Jesus H. Christ". . . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONNECTICUT’S FOR FUCKING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;© 2004 Mickenberg/Shelton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We live in the dullest state&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Package stores all close at eight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malls are full of optometrists&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And restaurants we hate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swimming across Lake Quassapaug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stealing makeup, catching frogs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cutting our feet on broken bottles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we wade in the Shepaug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s true for horses, cows and dogs…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Connecticut’s for fucking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That’s all there is to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to listen to classic rock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and have sex with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doing hole shots at the mall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writing Ozzy on a wall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch the corn get tall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There’s nothing else to do at all.&lt;br /&gt;Goin’ where we always go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doin’ what we always do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waitin’ to turn into the people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are bound to turn into.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What else do other people do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Connecticut’s for fucking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s the Nutmeg state&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we can’t afford to buy antiques&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then we just copulate. . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It goes on, but you get the point. . .  You would be amazed at how "cut up" some songs are on commercial radio to take out the "bad words." Or, as George Carlin said over 30 years ago. . . "The heavy seven. . . The words that will rot your mind. . . Make you blind. . . And lose the war for the Allies. . ." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;In other news from Motown. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;One of the reasons I haven't posted as much lately is due to what I can only attribute to a moment of pure insanity. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I am now the President of our community Homeowners Association. . . OK. . . Stop laughing like a bunch of freakin' Hyenas DAMMIT!!!  That means you too Denise!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Actually, it's not that bad, although there are moments when I want to pound my head on the wall. . . "No Mrs. Jones, you can NOT raise a Shetland Pony in your 2-bedroon condo for your daughter. . ." "Yes Mr. Smith you DO need Homeowner's Insurance and NO the Association will NOT pay to have your carpets cleaned. . ." "I'm so very sorry Ms. Bootylicious, but we really can't help the fact that it rained on the night of your back yard BBQ and your little Rat Dog caught a cold. . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Honestly, I'm working with some really great people to bring a sense of community to our neighborhood. . . And it's safer than dating. . .LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I am also actively looking for a new job. It has become painfully obvious that I will never go any higher than I am now with my current employer. I'm actually suprised at how much opportunity is out there right now. . . I'm in no hurry to move, but after 7 years in the same position. . . Can we at least TRY "doggy style" this week????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And I'll leave you with this final thought. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Our current administration places more importance on coming to the aid of the people of Iraq than they do on the victims of Hurricane Katrina. . . How the hell else can you explain the BILLIONS of $$$$ spent in that giant sand trap, the lives lost and the fact that one year later New Orleans is STILL a fucking disaster area??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;If you have Congressional elections in your state this year, learn something about the people running for office. . . . Ask the hard questions. . . and above all. . . GET OUT AND VOTE!!!! Ya can't bitch if you don't make an effort to fix what's wrong. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;King George and his ilk have to go. . . NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Love Y'all. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115681569941931495?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115681569941931495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115681569941931495' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115681569941931495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115681569941931495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/08/but-sirius-ly-folks.html' title='But Sirius-ly Folks. . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115620135384911436</id><published>2006-08-21T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T19:02:33.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Proof That Lauren Is Wierd</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Not that you really NEEDED more proof, but I have a question to pose to you all. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;We all know about getting a song stuck in our head. . . It happens to me all the time. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Do any of you get a smell/odor stuck in your nose?? I'm dead serious here. There are times I get a certain smell in my nose and it goes everywhere I go. Even when there is no possibility of that scent being in that location. This seems to be happening to me more frequently in the last couple of months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Lately, it's been the cat box. . . I know it's not caught in my clothes, since my clean clothes never go near the box. I clean the box every day and use good cat litter, so it can't be that. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;It can also be pleasent smells, but not as often. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Is that wierd or what???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;BTW: To Clance, Donna and Wendy. . . MATT WON!!! NEENER NEENER NEENER!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I really wanted Mark to win, but seeing Matt beat Tony was just too sweet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115620135384911436?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115620135384911436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115620135384911436' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115620135384911436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115620135384911436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/08/more-proof-that-lauren-is-wierd.html' title='More Proof That Lauren Is Wierd'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115608709066256541</id><published>2006-08-20T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:04:49.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People Just Need To Be Slapped</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's back to school time again and the whining and complaining is at an all-time high. . . I'm not talking about the kids, it's the parents in one local school district throwing a hissy fit over a strict new dress code for all students. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;The new code states: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;No logo t-shirts, sports jerseys, miniskirts, bare midriff tops, pajama pants (who decided these were fashion in the first place?), sweat pants, excessively baggy jeans, ripped jeans, short shorts (Daisey Dukes), or flip flops. Shirts must be tucked in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Last week's School Board meeting got so out of control, the police were physically walking people off the premises. What the f**k is wrong with you people? Your kids are going to school to get an education. It's not a freakin' fashion show! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Several parents interviewed by the local media said that they can't make their kids dress to meet the code. . . WHAT??? It's your kid. . . You are the parent. . . Who the HELL is in charge of your home?? Come on people, grow some balls already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I see what the kids around here wear to school and it makes me cringe. Sorry young man, but I really don't care to see the top 3 inches of your boxer shorts. Pull up your pants for cryin' out loud. . . . Miss, the crop top with that bad case of muffin top you have goin' there is NOT attractive. And are those jeans or a heavy coat of blue paint?? How do you even zip those up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Several other local districts have moved to school uniforms. Simple, tasteful and it eliminates any guesswork about what does and doesn't meet the code. I'm all for it. Guess it's a good thing I don't have school-age kids. I'd be the Bitch Mother of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Laterz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115608709066256541?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115608709066256541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115608709066256541' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115608709066256541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115608709066256541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-people-just-need-to-be-slapped.html' title='Some People Just Need To Be Slapped'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115595515598382178</id><published>2006-08-18T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T22:39:16.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woodward Dream Cruisin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/69GTConv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/69GTConv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Tomorrow is the 12th annual Woodward Dream Cruise in Metro Motown. Over 1.5 million people will line Woodward Avenue from 8 Mile Road (YEP! The same 8 Mile from the Eminem movie) to downtown Pontiac. 16 Miles of Classic Cars, Muscle Cars, Street Rods, Customs and Wannabe Junkers. . . Over 40,000 cars in all will cruise Woodward Ave. in addition to people passing through just to see the excitement. . . YAWN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, but a classic car cruise in Motown is about as rare as a Mexican restaurant in El Paso. . . On any given night during the summer, I can go to at least 20 locations that have some sort of cruise event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But, Woodward is special, dare I say SACRED. . . In the 50s and 60s, cruising on Woodward Ave. on Friday and Saturday night was a right of passage. If you had a cool car, you had to cruise on Woodward . . . It may have been a law at the time LOL!!  Street racing was cool!! Regardless, Woodward was the place to be. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I love old cars, particularly from the 50s and 60s. . . But, you won't find my ass within 15 miles of that cluster fuck this weekend. . . 1.5 million people?? I don't think so. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;If you ever come to Motown in August, come for the Dream Cruise. . . Just once. . . It's a pretty cool sight. . . ONCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115595515598382178?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115595515598382178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115595515598382178' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115595515598382178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115595515598382178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/08/woodward-dream-cruisin.html' title='Woodward Dream Cruisin&apos;'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115585286717365639</id><published>2006-08-17T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T18:14:29.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Just Swell Mel. . . WHAT THE F**K???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In case you haven't heard yet, the California Judicial system has proven, yet again, it pays BIG TIME to be famous. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mel Gibson enters a "No Contest" plea (Yep, I was drunk on my ass, but I'm not saying so in court!) to his DUI charges. In return, he gets 3 years probation. . . No fine, no jail time, no loss of driver's license, no community service. . .  Just; "Don't do it again. .  NOD NOD, WINK WINK. . . "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it had been you or I, we'd be asshole deep in all or some of those options. . . Here in MI, a first offense is 1 year suspended, MINIMUM, up to $2,500 in fines (plus legal fees and court costs), 2 to 5 years probation and possibly a 6 month jail sentence. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Mel. . . How big WAS that donation to the Judge's re-election fund????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With credit to JackieSue. . . . Fuck me `til I piss Jello Shots. . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115585286717365639?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115585286717365639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115585286717365639' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115585286717365639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115585286717365639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/08/thats-just-swell-mel-what-fk.html' title='That&apos;s Just Swell Mel. . . WHAT THE F**K???'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115559929266905750</id><published>2006-08-14T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:02:21.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Checking In</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi all. . . Just haven't had anything to write about lately. Thought I'd check in and say HI! Hope y'all are havin' a great summer. . . Enjoy it while it lasts. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115559929266905750?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115559929266905750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115559929266905750' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115559929266905750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115559929266905750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-checking-in.html' title='Just Checking In'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115508553945518070</id><published>2006-08-08T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:04:26.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Had To Share This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was just outside enjoying a smoke and a little Chard, watching the woman across the street power washing her balcony. Her husband/boyfriend/manservant or whateverthehellheis was watching. . . There's a man joke in there somewhere, but not for this post. . . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She suddenly stops, reaches down the front of her t-shirt and retrieves the cell phone from between her boobs!!! At this point, I'm trying not to break out in hysterical laughter, while waiting to see what she does with it when she's done with the call. Sure enough, she parks it back in the big valley. . . And people say I'm strange. . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I am, so just SHUT UP!!! LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wonder if she had it set on vibrate??? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other news. . . A Dallas woman was attacked by an underwire bra in a supermarket parking lot today, just as she entered her vehicle. . . She escaped without injury and has turned the offending undergarment over to the local waste authorities. . . Victoria Secret refused to comment and has refered all inquiries to her Attorney. . . Could this be a cover up????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And finally, it appears that the evil Butt Monkey has returned and has his sights set on parts of Texas. . . He is rumored to be in the company of his equally evil assistant Stepford, who has been known to stalk her victims for weeks before striking. . . Be afraid, be VERY afraid. . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH GAWD!!!! I need to get a life, get laid or something. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK. . . I'm done now. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115508553945518070?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115508553945518070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115508553945518070' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115508553945518070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115508553945518070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-had-to-share-this.html' title='Just Had To Share This'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115457203895893051</id><published>2006-08-02T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:27:19.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma's Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does anyone else remember this show from a few years ago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was Vicky Lawrence (The Carol Burnett Show) as Momma, with Carol Burnett, Ken Berry, Tim Conway, Harvey Korman and a host of other misfits in what can only be described as the most disfunctional group of people since "All in the Family."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I had dinner with them last night. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ran into an aquaintance at the grocery store last Saturday (That'll teach me to go shopping after 6 AM!!!) who insisted I join her and her friends for dinner last night at a local restaurant. So I went. . . thinking "What harm could it do???" REALLY BAD DECISION!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was the most disgusting group of social rejects I have ever encountered. It was bad enough that most were incapable of an intelligent conversation, but this little toad of a woman seated next to me decided to help herself to the remains on my plate when I was finished!!! EEEEWWWW!!!! She did this to the person on the other side of her too!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This same person had no problem quizzing me on very personal topics, including why I was wearing earings. . .  Well DUH!!!! To fill the holes in my ear lobes!!!!  WTF!!!!! I finally left after about 45 mintes. . . Seemed like a week. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please. . . Would someone drive to Motown and beat me senseless with a 2x4 so I NEVER do anything THAT stupid again?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This may be a job for JackieSue. . . I know she'll understand. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll send gas money JS. . . Bring your own Dublin Dr. Pepper. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need a HUGGSS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115457203895893051?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115457203895893051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115457203895893051' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115457203895893051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115457203895893051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/08/mommas-family.html' title='Momma&apos;s Family'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115439114495310092</id><published>2006-07-31T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:52:24.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Feeling Human Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;As I said in my last post, I've been ill for the past week. Actually, it's closer to two weeks. I tried to tone this down a little, since the details are pretty gross. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Last Tuesday morning I wound up in the hospital to remove a huge abscess from my nether-regions, after two visits to my regular doctor resulted in nothing more than advice to; "soak in a hot tub of water, it will clear up on it's own." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;My temp was up to 103* and less than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt; one minute in to the exam, the specialist (Dr. T)asked the nurse to page another doctor. SHE wanted a second opinion. 30 minutes later I was in the operating room for a 60 minute procedure to remove a "golf ball" sized mass. They kept me until Wednesday morning and sent me home with enough medical supplies to start a small clinic. And some REALLY good pain killers!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;This morning I went back to have the drainage tube and sutures removed. Everything looks OK now. Dr. T was very candid with me and I'll be speaking with an attorney regarding my Primary care provider later this week. I cannot understand how a trained physician could miss something that obvious. Neither could Dr. T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Sorry if I ruined your dinner. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115439114495310092?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115439114495310092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115439114495310092' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115439114495310092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115439114495310092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-feeling-human-again.html' title='I&apos;m Feeling Human Again'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115430629256206708</id><published>2006-07-30T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T20:39:09.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm OK</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Donna, Linda. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I saw your comments. I'm here, I've just been ill for the past week. Long story and I'm too tired to explain now. I've checked in a few times and will post something in a day or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115430629256206708?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115430629256206708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115430629256206708' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115430629256206708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115430629256206708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-ok.html' title='I&apos;m OK'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115353504107893001</id><published>2006-07-21T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T00:10:31.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention. . . Attention Please. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. . . May I have your attention please? . . . People!! . . . Quiet down please . . . You in the back . . . That means you too . . . I have the floor for a moment. Please allow me this one opportunity to address all of you . . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I mean all 6.5 Billion of you . . . Every man, woman and child on this planet . . . I ask just a few moments of your time to extend an invitation . . . I think it’s high time someone step up to the plate to do what nobody seems to have thought to do so far . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each and every one of you are invited to my home, any time, just show up. I know my humble little 1400 square feet will only accommodate a few at a time, but it’s mine to offer. It’s the one place on the face of this earth where I can assure you, you’ll be welcome, you’ll be safe and you’ll be accepted, regardless of who you are, what you are, or what you believe in. . . . Above all, you’ll be loved . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are just a few simple rules . . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upon entry to my home, you will show respect to anyone and everyone present. You will not judge or comment based on their religion, race, creed, color, gender or any other factor. You will treat them as equals at all times. You will listen when they speak, just as they will listen to you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to hear about your plans for a better life. A way to make things better for all. So many of us have so much, while many more have nothing. I would love to hear your thoughts on how we fix that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody should go to bed at night hungry. Nobody should have to suffer because they don’t have access to medical care. Nobody should be left illiterate because they have no access to an education. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More importantly, nobody should ever take any of those things for granted. Just look around at those who don’t have even the most basic necessities. What is wrong with what you see?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you come to my home with an honest concern for others, there will always be a seat for you . . . . Just remember, you may have to share that seat . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After all . . . it’s only 1400 square feet . . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it’s here, any time you want to drop by . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for listening . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115353504107893001?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115353504107893001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115353504107893001' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115353504107893001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115353504107893001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/07/attention-attention-please.html' title='Attention. . . Attention Please. . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115305158550439970</id><published>2006-07-16T07:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:39:48.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dallas Comes To Motown</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;. . . Or at least their weather has. 96* on Saturday and we'll very likely top 100* today. I damn near fried my thighs on the leather seats in my car yesterday after a shopping trip to Old Navy for some new tanks and shorts. YEEEEOWCH!! Worse yet, looks like it's gonna to stay this way for the next week. . . I 'm SOOOOOO gonna hate seeing my next utility bill. It's already 85* at 7:30 AM and my AC was running at 7:00. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;More later. . . I'm going to breakfast. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE: 10:20 PM &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Well, it only hit 98* since we had some cloud cover this afternoon. . . Still hot as hell outside though. . . I tried to sit outside for bit and it's just too muggy. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;It looks like Roscoe T. and his spouse (AKA: "The Screamer") have gone away for a few days. . . Please Goddess. . . Let it be so. . . No slamming doors. . . No stomping on the stairs. . . No loud Gospel music. . . No HO-MO-SE. . . Never mind, you already know this one. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm so tempted to call in well tomorrow. . . I need a mental health day. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;More about Roscoe T. and The Screamer tomorrow. . . They've pissed me off yet again. . . FUCKTARDS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115305158550439970?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115305158550439970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115305158550439970' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115305158550439970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115305158550439970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/07/dallas-comes-to-motown.html' title='Dallas Comes To Motown'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115293416930896014</id><published>2006-07-14T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:29:29.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Thank you to Denise: &lt;a href="http://moodswingcreations.com/blog/"&gt;http://moodswingcreations.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt; for naming me the Fabulous Friday Female. I've been on cloud nine all day. And even better that Babs &lt;a href="http://howtogoinsane.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://howtogoinsane.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; saw fit to bestow the same kudos on you. . . You deserve it many times over Denise. . . I'll share the stage with you any day. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115293416930896014?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115293416930896014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115293416930896014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115293416930896014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115293416930896014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-day.html' title='What A Day!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115266696848119412</id><published>2006-07-11T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:10:11.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind Of Wine. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Goes with a black, size 10W Stiletto heel??? I ask, because it seems I've managed to place my less-than-dainty foot in my mouth. . . If I have to eat that gigantic shoe, I'll need a chaser. . . A big one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a new comment today on my "Potpourri" entry from this past Sunday. Enter "Hilda" &lt;a href="http://closetwitch.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://closetwitch.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; who took me to task about my reference to placing a pentagram on my front door in an attempt to vex the reverend "Roscoe T." You can read her entire comment there, but the upshod is that I knew I was wrong when I added the next line. . . The pentagram has nothing to do with Satanic worship. It is used by Pagans, most notably those who practice Wicca. Pagans DO NOT worship Satan. In fact, they don't recognize Satan at all. I knew that and yet I left the comment there any way. Shame on me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilda just started her blog today (guess why!) and has promised to add more when she can. I plan to stop in often to see what she has to say. I hope y'all will take the time to stop by and offer her a warm Blogville Asylum welcome. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you Hilda, welcome to the Blogville Asylum. Those people in my blogroll on the left are a great bunch. I plan to lay a big ol' Lauren HUGG on everyone of them some day. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. . . Back to the task at hand. . . Where on earth did I put the Grey Poupon????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Appetit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115266696848119412?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115266696848119412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115266696848119412' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115266696848119412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115266696848119412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-kind-of-wine.html' title='What Kind Of Wine. . . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115248285310763984</id><published>2006-07-09T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T18:17:44.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was tagged by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://moodswingcreations.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Denise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Thank you Sweetie!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things In My Closet&lt;br /&gt;Two complete wardrobes (double lives are expensive!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Shoes (also two sets)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makeup kit&lt;br /&gt;Wigs&lt;br /&gt;Me (Sorry, had to include that LOL!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things In My Fridge&lt;br /&gt;Diet soda&lt;br /&gt;Yankee Iced Tea (without sugar for you Southerners)&lt;br /&gt;A Big Ol' Ribeye Steak For Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Deli Meats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Salad Fixins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things In My Car&lt;br /&gt;Emergency Kit&lt;br /&gt;CDs&lt;br /&gt;Jumper Cables&lt;br /&gt;Sirius Radio Receiver&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things In My Purse/Wallet&lt;br /&gt;Drivers Licence&lt;br /&gt;Transgender Photo ID (yes, there is such a thing)&lt;br /&gt;Credit/Debit Cards&lt;br /&gt;Emergency Medical Card&lt;br /&gt;Car Registration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Chattymoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Babs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Apos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Anyone else who would like to participate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;BTW: The post below this one is new too. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115248285310763984?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115248285310763984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115248285310763984' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115248285310763984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115248285310763984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115248013102091021</id><published>2006-07-09T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T17:23:42.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potpourri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really didn't have anything specific to talk about today, thus the title. . . Just seems appropriate. I suppose my mood has something to do with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's been ages since I've gone out to be with friends on the weekend. Not that I don't get invitations mind you. . . I just don't follow through. And yes, I know at some point, people will stop inviting me completely. Nobody to blame but me. I just can't get myself out the door. . . Last night was the latest example. I was invited to go to Toledo for a party and I declined. I know sooner or later I have to get back out in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I cleaned house yesterday, something that was WAY overdue. . . Just had to clean my private bathroom today and put away the laundry. I've been a couch potato otherwise. . Lisa (Coming and Going)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://duchatnoir.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://duchatnoir.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;even chimed in on my IM to ask what was taking so long to clean when she saw my "Busy" message LOL. . . We had a nice chat and caught up on a few things. Stop by and leave her note. She's a very sweet person. . . I love her kitties too. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had to stop and talk with my boss on Friday about a couple of things. While I was in his office he told me I've been approved for a raise, effective July 1. . . WHOO HOO!!! Not a big increase, but it's more money just the same. By the sound of things, not many were approved for merit increases this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For those of you who watch The FOOD CHANNEL, it appears that Racheal Ray will have her own syndicated talk/variety show starting this fall. Our local NBC affiliate has been running commercials about it for a few weeks now. Personally, I think she'll do well. She has that great bubbly personality and she's not afraid to be a little outrageous. She just IS what she IS. . . I think there's a lesson in there for me. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In other news, my neighbor (The Reverend Roscoe T. Homophobe, hereby known as Roscoe T.) hasn't done a repeat performance of his recorded "HO-MO-SEX-U-ALS" rant since the first time. I'm still going to put a Pentagram on my front door, just to mess with him. . . Yes Roscoe. . . I'm Trans AND Satanic!!! LOL!!. . . He just begs to be messed with. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Guess I should get dinner going. . . My tummy is starting to rumble. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115248013102091021?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115248013102091021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115248013102091021' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115248013102091021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115248013102091021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/07/potpourri.html' title='Potpourri'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115214699067940171</id><published>2006-07-05T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:49:50.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiotic Quote of the Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am ready to explode right now. I really want to break something. . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the latest "pearl of wisdom" from King George on the illegal imigrant issue:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We cannot kick people out who have been here for a while," Bush said. "And so I look forward to working with Congress on a rational plan as to how to make sure people who have been here, the 11 million or so people who have been here for a while, are treated with respect and dignity." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Now, keep in mind that he is the same King George who is making it next to impossible for our friends Chattymoon, Apos and Dork to come here legally. . . Those who use the proper channels are made to jump through endless hoops, at great expense, only to be told they didn't cross all the "Ts" and dot all the "Is."  Damn. . . Just take a boat across the Detroit River at midnight, lay low for a year and you're in. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;I heard the above comment, only after getting a personalized letter today from US Senator Carl Levin (Dem, MI) in response to my string of e-mails to him encouraging legislation to recognize same-sex mariage. I quote Mr. Levin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;"It is inadvisable to to amend the Constitution of the United States of America in this manner, since it would deny individual states the right to adopt their own laws on this matter. I have already voted in favor of language defining marriage as a union between one man and one woman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Thanks for nothin' Carl!!! So much for all that double-speak rhetoric last month about Gay Rights at the Motor City Pride festival. . . Two-Faced Asshole!!! See if I vote for your sorry ass again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Our country is being run by FUCKTARDS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Yes, I'm in a really foul mood tonight. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115214699067940171?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115214699067940171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115214699067940171' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115214699067940171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115214699067940171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/07/idiotic-quote-of-day.html' title='Idiotic Quote of the Day!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115205994456080075</id><published>2006-07-04T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:23:33.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Hope y'all had a fun day. It was nice and quiet here, just the way I like it. Rain this morning, but nice from noon on. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I had planned to write something today, but my tendonitis is acting up and my wrist hurts like hell. . . I've managed to peck out a few comments and that's about it. Takes forever with only one good hand. . . Time to put the ice pack back on. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115205994456080075?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115205994456080075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115205994456080075' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115205994456080075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115205994456080075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115184389062796519</id><published>2006-07-02T08:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T09:37:57.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Like Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Having my first cup of morning tea on the patio just gets my day off to a great start. . . I love doing that. It's peaceful, the birds are singing and and the morning sun feels so good on my skin. I try to do that every day in the warm months. At 6:30 AM there's nobody around, the air smells fresh and it makes me feels wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I ended my evening out there too, with a nice glass of chilled Chardonnay and one last smoke for the night. The couple 3 doors down had a BBQ party and were just saying good night to the last of their guests. It sounded like a great party, with lot's of laughter, music and such. They have one of those barrel grills and cook on hardwood from the smell. That makes for some great "Q". . . I grilled up a nice Ribeye and some chicken last night myself. I LOVE leftover grilled chicken. . YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the summer time. . . When the livin' is easy. . ." Anyone else remember that song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115184389062796519?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115184389062796519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115184389062796519' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115184389062796519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115184389062796519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/07/easy-like-sunday-morning.html' title='Easy Like Sunday Morning'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115171709358224167</id><published>2006-06-30T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T21:25:50.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Mom. . . No Wires!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At last!!! I'm finally wireless!!!! My new ISP was activated today and I can tell ComCrap where to shove their cable modem LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The access speeds are blazing fast compared to ComCrap, since I don't have to share bandwidth with the entire neighborhood and I get a connection every time. Plus, it's 30% cheaper than ComCrap. . . BONUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The switch was not without a headache or two, since the first wireless card was bad right out of the box. . . Beware of products from Hawking Technologies. . . It wasn't worth saving $10. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also on call at work this weekend in case anything takes a shit. . . Lovely!!! So much for my 4-day weekend. . . Guess I'll get a few things done on Monday, since I'll be alone in the office. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would someone please take the "Kick Me" sign off my back???? LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope y'all have a great weekend!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115171709358224167?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115171709358224167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115171709358224167' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115171709358224167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115171709358224167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/06/look-mom-no-wires.html' title='Look Mom. . . No Wires!!!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115128034645982808</id><published>2006-06-25T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:14:14.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Sunday and Name Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, the two hours I was supposed to work today turned into 4 1/2. Most of it standing out in the sun on concrete. . . I'm sunburned and my feet are killing me. My reward? A really bad Mexican buffet. Payment? HAH!! I'm salaried. . . "Thank you for helping out and don't be late tomorrow morning. . . . GRRRRR!!!. . . I managed to see the last 8 laps of the NASCAR race at Sonoma. . . I hated seeing that little shithead in the 24 car win. . . BOO!!!! HISS!!!! I was hoping Texas Terry could get the pass done, but no. . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. B Y Gun said something in his comment to my last entry that gave me a great idea for a blog game. . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of our local radio DJs has a standard question he asks any time he does an interview with a celebrity. It's really simple and the results can be hilarious (or not). He maintains that everyone has a porn star name. Here's how it works:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take the name of your first childhood pet and the name of the street you grew up on as a child. That is your porn star name. . . . . I'll go first. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My porn star name is: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Tippy Lahring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some of you who had multiple pets and moved one or more times can enter as many as you want. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm looking forward to your entries!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Time to get ready for our City's Freedom Festival Fireworks show. I can watch it from my patio since it's just 3 blocks away. . . The big Motown Fireworks is this Wednesday night. One of the biggest shows in the country. Since over 1 million people go downtown for that event, I watch it on TV. . . No way you'll get me in a crowd that big. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;UPDATE: The fireworks display was outstanding for a small community like ours (pop. 11,000 ) although there was a 5 minute gap in the middle, apparently due to technical problems. Awesome finish!!! The shells were literally going off over our heads. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Hope y'all have a great night!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115128034645982808?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115128034645982808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115128034645982808' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115128034645982808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115128034645982808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/06/working-sunday-and-name-games.html' title='Working Sunday and Name Games'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115112393560456320</id><published>2006-06-24T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T00:38:55.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Perfect!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had to share this, because it just put the icing on the cupcake for my week. . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a beautiful night here in Motown, a nice breeze blowing and temps easing back into the upper 60s. I decided to end my evening with a glass of Chardonnay and one last smoke for the night, sitting on the patio. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I no sooner settle into my chair, light my smoke and have a nice sip of Vino, when the freakin' sprinkler system comes to life and blocks my path back to the door LOL!!! It's only about 30 feet, but with 3 sprinklers going there's no way I'm getting back inside dry. . . I was soaked by the time I made it to the door. . .  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does this mean I can skip my weekly bath???  Didn't think so. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*WET* HUGGSS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115112393560456320?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115112393560456320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115112393560456320' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115112393560456320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115112393560456320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/06/too-perfect.html' title='Too Perfect!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115105860614600871</id><published>2006-06-23T06:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T06:31:28.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobbie Nooner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today marks the beginning of one of the biggest illegal lake parties of the year on Michigan's Lake St. Clair. The Jobbie Nooner &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nickscape.net/jobbienooner/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://nickscape.net/jobbienooner/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; will attract 10s of thousands of partiers on and around Gull Island. You can literally walk from boat to boat and never get your feet, or your thong bikini (get that thought OUT of your head Apos!!!) wet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This thing started about 10 years ago as a group of friends getting together to skip a day of work/school/whatever and spend the day on the water. The County Sheriff and Coast Guard estimate that they'll make several dozen arrests for Drunk Driving and disorderly conduct. Boaters were already beginning to gather at the island before dawn today. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And before you ask. . . I have NO idea where the name came from. . . I can only say that these people would give our old Friday night at Sooner's Bar &amp;amp; Grille a run for the money. It sure makes the local news stations happy. The've been talking about it all week. . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Party on!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congrats also to Babs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://howtogoinsane.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://howtogoinsane.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; . She is Denise's Friday Fabulous Female of the week &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://moodswingcreations.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://moodswingcreations.com/blog/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. I can't think of a more deserving lady!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN!!! Time to get ready for work. . . . Or maybe go join the drunken fun at the Jobbie Nooner. . . NAH!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115105860614600871?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115105860614600871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115105860614600871' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115105860614600871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115105860614600871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/06/jobbie-nooner.html' title='Jobbie Nooner'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115102724938447343</id><published>2006-06-22T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:48:41.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>COMCRAP. . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;. . . Is being given the BOOT from the House of Lauren. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call today from a ComCrap Rep (who barely spoke English) telling me that I have been billed the wrong rate for the last 2 years. My rate will go up by 50% starting next month. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME????????. . . Sixty FUCKING bucks a month for basic high-speed (their description, not mine!!!) internet??? I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO!!!!!! $60/month for shitty service, NO tech support and speeds that dial-up users would laugh at??? NFW Bitch!!!!!! (translation upon request). Have a nice day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time next week, I'll be on enhanced wireless DSL for $18/month, fixed cost for one year. That rate hasn't changed since 2003 from AT&amp;T/YAHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cable TV/Internet regs here in MI are so fucked up, that ComCrap and other cable providers have a market monopoly in their service area. I couldn't sign with WOW, Barden or Brighthouse if I wanted to. . . The infrastructure belongs to ComCrap. . . But, they don't control the phone lines. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANT # 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Silver Bullet is home, but not fixed. Only slight improvement in the steering after 3 days in the shop. It's going back next week after I told the Service Manager what I thought of his Technican. The car was never road tested, since I reset the trip odometer when I dropped it off and it recorded only 3/10 of a mile total for three days. The SM drove the car with me and agreed it wasn't fixed. MORONS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm in a VERY pissy mood tonight. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my luck today, my Ex will call any minute now. . .LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115102724938447343?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115102724938447343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115102724938447343' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115102724938447343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115102724938447343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/06/comcrap.html' title='COMCRAP. . . . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115085404942232701</id><published>2006-06-20T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:47:24.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Disabled List</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;No, not me silly. . . But the Laurenmobile AKA: "Silver Bullet" is resting peacefully in her semi-private room at the Dealership tonight. This, after she mysteriously developed a noticable lack of connection between the steering wheel and the tires. . . Of course my razor-sharp engineering mind immediately reached the conclusion that something was seriously wrong. . . I'm management material I tell ya!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So. . . . I'm in a rental (at the Dealer's expense YAY!!!) tonight. This would normally mean some "rode-hard-&amp;-put-up-wet" econobox, but no. . . My lease calls for a replacement vehicle of "equal or greater value." Sooooo. . . I'm driving a 5000 lb. luxo-barge sedan that can only be described as a; "Leather couch on wheels with windows." The back seat is not only big enough to get laid, but you could serve a catered breakfast for four the next morning!! I'm dead serious here. . . The demographic target for this car is Bob Hope and George Burns. Yes, they are both dead. . . That was my point!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This car is so devoid of feeling and personality, I thought I was driving my Ex for a moment. . . This car is for people who don't want to know they are driving, which explains why you see them doing 30 mph in the fast lane on I75 at rush hour. . . People who buy this car are essentially dead. . . The audio system can only be appreaciated by someone with hearing aids in both ears. . . with dead batteries. . . And the AC system has two settings. . . "Walk-In Freezer" and "Blast Furnace". . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;You've been a great audience. . . . Try the Veal Cutlet. . . And please tip your waitress. . . She prefers horizontal. . . I'll be here all week!!!! Goodnight Everbody!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Damn!!! I needed that. . . The last few weeks have been non-stop work, but there's a 4-day weekend coming up for Independence Day. . . YEE FREAKIN' HAWWWWWW!!! That is, after I work this coming Sunday. . . something I just found out today. It would have to fall on the weekend NASCAR runs on a road course!!! My second favorite race of the year DAMN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The rental car just seemed like the icing on the cake. Don't get me wrong, it's a very nice car, it's just SO. . . NOT. . . LAUREN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hope Y'all had a great day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115085404942232701?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115085404942232701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115085404942232701' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115085404942232701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115085404942232701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-disabled-list.html' title='On The Disabled List'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115075368409508632</id><published>2006-06-19T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:48:04.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder - A Girl Like Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Since several people asked to be reminded:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Lifetime Network will air; "A Girl Like Me" tonight at 9:00 PM EDT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;I hope you can take a little time out to watch it. The "rough cut" I saw earlier this year was very moving. I saw a lot of me in young Gwen. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Love y'all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115075368409508632?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115075368409508632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115075368409508632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115075368409508632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115075368409508632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/06/reminder-girl-like-me.html' title='Reminder - A Girl Like Me'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115063526468083559</id><published>2006-06-18T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T08:54:24.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;OK boys and girls, it is time to act!! As your unofficial Hostess for today's race at MIS, I beg you to join me in a ritual Sun Dance. The weather nerds are predicting rain and/or thunderstorms moving into the Brooklyn, MI area by about 3 PM. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;PLEASE Send the rain to Dallas where they actually NEED IT!!!! Let it rain on West "BY GAWD" TX. . . Let it rain at LeMans where they actually have rain tires!!!! Let it rain ANYWHERE BUT BROOKLYN!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Don't make me do a naked sun dance in my front yard!!! I'm out of bail money!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Stupid weather nerds!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115063526468083559?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115063526468083559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115063526468083559' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115063526468083559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115063526468083559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/06/sun-dance.html' title='Sun Dance'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115057985910985724</id><published>2006-06-17T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T21:45:29.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coifed Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I write this, CC is spending the afternoon at the local Kitty Salon. I decided to enlist the assistance of a Pro in dealing with his shedding. I swear that cat should be bald, based on the amount of hair I brush out of the couch and his favorite chair every week. Hopefully this will put an end to the worst of it. He's getting the full package (minus the nail trim, since he's declawed on all four paws) and will come home bathed and trimmed up. I'm sure I'll have a little snooty boy to live with for a few days. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sat the pet taxi down on the floor and he walked right in, like it was no big deal. Everything was fine until I started the car. . . . There were noises coming out of him that would have a casual passerby thinking I was skinning him alive LOL!! A couple in the car next to me at a light could hear him carrying on. . . Poor baby!! He hardly made a sound during the 30 minute drive when I brought him home originally. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's freakin' HOT here today!!! 93* the last time I checked and it could get to 97 or 98. Very unusual for Michigan in June. We normally don't see 90s until mid-July. This is the second day over 90 this month. . . So much for having dinner on the patio tonight. . . Maybe I'll wait and go out to sit after 11 PM. . . I love having a glass of wine on the patio late at night. It's so quiet and the breeze helps to make me sleepy. . . I sat out there last night until 12:30.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope y'all are having a great weekend. . . I need to get back to my housework. . . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;But Wait. . . There's More. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Congrats to Johnny Benson on his first win in the Craftsman Truck Series!!! Great job by my boy Mark Martin too, finishing second. . . It's nice to see two old guys whip the rookies butts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;UPDATE:  OK, I've created a monster!!! CC thinks he's the hot stuff now, all primped and brushed. The Groomer said he was a perfect little gentleman (until the bath part LOL!!) and purred most of the time she was working on him. He's been strutting around here since we got home. I have to admit, he looks pretty good. He definately smells better LOL!!! He'll be going back in September for his next appointment. . . Is he spoiled or what???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115057985910985724?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115057985910985724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115057985910985724' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115057985910985724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115057985910985724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/06/coifed-kitty.html' title='Coifed Kitty'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115034045825938426</id><published>2006-06-14T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T23:04:22.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl Like Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A very special friend of mine sent me the link below. I was among a select audience from our local TG community who saw a shortened "rough cut" version of this movie a few months ago. I can honestly say, this was the most accurate portayal of a Transgendered person's life I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Girl Like Me" will air this coming Monday, June 19, at 9 PM on the Lifetime Network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifetimetv.com/movies/originals/agirllikeme.php"&gt;http://www.lifetimetv.com/movies/originals/agirllikeme.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I know this is a very difficult topic for many, but I hope you'll take the time to watch. I'm anxious to see what the final version looks like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love to All. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115034045825938426?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115034045825938426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115034045825938426' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115034045825938426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115034045825938426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/06/girl-like-me.html' title='A Girl Like Me'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115025108727411969</id><published>2006-06-13T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T22:11:27.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM NOT. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A happy girl right now. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Earlier tonight I forked over nearly $200 to replace my cell phone. This was NOT my choice. The phone had become so unreliable that it wouldn't hold a charge for more than a few hours. I just replaced the battery a month ago for $30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I plead my case to the people at the phone store, but; "You aren't eligible for a new phone until January 16, 2007."   Since this is the only phone I have, I didn't have much choice. And since I work in a high security job, I can't have a camera phone, narrowing my choices even further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;At least I was able to charge the tab to my cellular account, so I do have some leverage when I call the corporate office tomorrow. Hopefully, they will do something for me and at least reduce the bill. I've been with this provider for almost 10 years, that should count for something. Not to mention the dozens of new customers I've sent them over those years. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I won't name the provider (YET), but I will warn you to NEVER buy a Kyocera phone. This was the third bad one in two years. They eat batteries and buttons mysteriously stop working. They also lock up to the point you have to remove the battery to reboot. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And I was going to write something pleasent tonight. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;End of rant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115025108727411969?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115025108727411969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115025108727411969' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115025108727411969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115025108727411969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-not.html' title='I AM NOT. . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-115003387179850890</id><published>2006-06-11T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T10:04:24.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exclusive Interview!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This appeared in today's Detroit Free Press. I thought I'd share with y'all. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MITCH ALBOM: Baby talk? Listen, I've got the scoop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I share my "exclusive" interview with Brad and Angelina's baby, let's talk price. I want $4 million. Same as they reportedly got for the photos. Anybody can point and shoot a camera. It takes a special person to speak Goo Goo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're agreed? And cash, no checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, here's a little sample from my Blockbuster Scoop of the Year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"So, little Shiloh, let me be the first to verbally welcome you to the world. How does it feel to be the most famous infant since Jesus?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Are you my dad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Uh, no. He's the guy over there by the mirror, making sure his T-shirt is tight enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Are you my mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Uh, no. She's the one in the low-cut tank top, making sure nobody photographs her below the chest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Who are all those other people?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Just people who love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Aunts? Uncles? Grandparents?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Agents, managers, security guards."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Where am I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Namibia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Wow. I'm African."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Uh, not exactly. Your mother's from L.A. and your father's from Oklahoma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So why am I in Namibia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Your parents felt it was safer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Am I in trouble? I just got here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what's in a name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Let's shift gears. Can you tell us, Shiloh, do you plan to be an actress?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Will they give me milk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"I suppose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Then I'll be whatever you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Who do you think you look like, your mom or your dad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Um, which is which, again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Those two. Standing behind the microphones. The one with the short hair is your father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What's his name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Brad Pitt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Cool. So I'm Shiloh Pitt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Well, no, you're Shiloh Nouvel Jolie-Pitt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"You're joking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"No. Your mother's last name is Jolie -- even though her father's last name is Voight -- and so your last name is a hyphenate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why didn't they pick one name when they got married?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Um ... they're not married."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh, GREAT! Like going to school wasn't gonna be hard enough!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The fine art of acting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Now, tell us, Shiloh--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What does Shiloh mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"It's Hebrew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm Jewish AND African?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"No. Your parents liked the name. It means peaceful one. Or messiah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Great. No pressure there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"How do you like the fuss over you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yeah. All these people are taking my picture. Why is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Because mom and dad are actors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What do actors do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Fake emotions to move people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Big deal. I got that down already. Watch. WAAAHHHHHHH! See. They give me milk just like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Impressive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Besides, I pretty much look like every other baby. What's the big deal about me? I haven't even chewed anything yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"You're famous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What's famous?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"It's what we all want to be!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hmm. If you say so. Right now, I want to be something else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"What's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dry. Do you smell something? Ohmigod. Is that me? Yyucck ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"And that wraps up our exclusive interview with Shiloh, the most important baby on the planet. Thank you, baby, for your time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Can I ask you something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Can I go back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"I'm afraid not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"In that case ... WAHHHHH!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-115003387179850890?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/115003387179850890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=115003387179850890' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115003387179850890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/115003387179850890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/06/exclusive-interview.html' title='Exclusive Interview!!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114964967008013372</id><published>2006-06-06T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:07:50.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Back and I'm In Heaven!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allia and I have reconnected after far too many months apart. It's a long story and I'm too tired to write it tonight, but I am so very happy right now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, if I could just stop crying. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114964967008013372?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114964967008013372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114964967008013372' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114964967008013372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114964967008013372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/06/shes-back-and-im-in-heaven.html' title='She&apos;s Back and I&apos;m In Heaven!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114945973300512806</id><published>2006-06-04T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T18:50:16.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The House of Lauren and Other Schtuff. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;So it's the last day of my vacation and I dread going back to work tomorrow. . . Oh well, until I hit the lotto. . . yeah right!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The bedroom is mostly done. I still need a few accessories and little stuff, but I'm already WAY over budget. The rest will have to wait for a few weeks. I did find a comforter set at Home Goods I really like and it's only $120.00. That will be the next purchase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I somehow managed to screw up my left foot, so my trip to the Motor City Pride festival didn't happen today. Just as well, since I'm broke. My Dr. says I strained the Achilles Tendon, so walking is pretty painful. I have NO idea what I did. . . I went to the store long enough yesterday to get a few things I was out of and that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So here's the room as it stands now. My shitty digital camera doesn't take great pics, but you'll get the general idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/bedroom1.jpg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/bedroom1.jpg.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;The walls are actually an off white or sandstone colour, the comforter is celery. The lamps I moved in from the living room, since the ones I bought for the bedroom actually work better out there. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/bedroom3.jpg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/bedroom3.jpg.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm still not completly happy with the placement of the chest, but I want to leave space in the corner for a chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/bedroom4.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/bedroom4.jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The dresser is a perfect fit here. How's that for luck? The hallway on the right leads back to my (very BADLY designed) walk-in closet behind the closed door and a private bathroom directly behind the Dresser. The family bathroom is directly across the hall from the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/livingroom1.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/livingroom1.jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My living room. The antique school desk in the background is actually a reproduction I bought in the mid-70s. The solid oak dining table in the foreground was originally purchased in 1882 by my Great Grandfather. I found it in my Grandmother's basement in 1975 after she passed away. It was in horrible condition, with the finish partially stripped. Many months of work later. . . The chairs I bought at K-Mart about 10 years ago. The originals had been lost.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/diningroom1.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/diningroom1.jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dining room from a different angle. The baker's rack is also a reproduction I found in a little craft mall a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/kitchen1.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/kitchen1.jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen. . . My favorite room in the house. The countertop microwave will be going bye bye soon when I get a built-in to go above the stove. I don't care for electric stoves, but the cabinets were already in when I bought the place and it would have cost over $1500.00 to run a gas line to the opening. On the other side of the fridge is a small utility room that houses the furnace and water heater. I have the back wall shelved to use a pantry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;And where was my Master while all this work was going on?? You guessed it. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/CC1.jpg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/CC1.jpg.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I have never seen a cat that liked to sleep on their back. CC sleeps like this all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed the tour. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Time to start dinner. . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But wait. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;That comotion you hear is Babs going nuts in Dallas. . . Matt Kenseth just won the Dover race!!!!! WAY TO GO MATT!!!!!!!!!! Great job by Jimmy Johnson too, coming back from 2 laps down to finish 5th. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114945973300512806?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114945973300512806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114945973300512806' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114945973300512806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114945973300512806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/06/house-of-lauren-and-other-schtuff.html' title='The House of Lauren and Other Schtuff. . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114903326241869750</id><published>2006-05-30T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:03:10.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Get An AMEN????</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;First things first. . . Diana is doing fine and should fly home on Sunday, maybe sooner. . . I was so happy to see the e-mail this afternoon from her traveling escort. I sent her an E-Greeting that I'm sure she'll see in a day or so (she asked that we NOT send flowers). Thanks to all of you who left such wonderful, supportive comments. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;OK. . . Back to the title of this post. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;In my last post, I made a remark about an experience with my neighbor. We have maintained a cordial (spelled. . . s-t-r-a-i-n-e-d) relationship over the last two years, for a variety of reasons. Mostly because he's a moron. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I was sitting on my patio Monday morning enjoying my first cup of tea and cigarette, despite the mid-70s heat and 90% humidity. . . This is my routine, once the weather gets warm. In the background I can hear my neighbor's stereo through the open bedroom window. Some Evangelical(sp?) preacher is going on about something. . . I just wasn't paying attention, since I really don't care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The audio went silent for some period of time and then I heard (sound suddenly turned WAY up):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HO-MO-SEX-U-AL-ITY IS AN AB-OM-IN-A-TION IN THE EYES OF THE LORD. . . . HO-MO-SEX-U-ALS WILL BE CAST OUT OF HEAVEN FOR THEIR DEFIANCE OF GOD!!!!! CAN I GET AN AMEN?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This evangelical rant went on for several minutes, while I am trying very hard to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. Not burst out in hysterical laughter at the idea my neighbor saw fit to assult me with this garbage at 7:30 AM (he obviously knew I was sitting outside). . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. Resist the temptation to scream something back of an equally preposterous nature. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. Keep myself from going to the garage to find a crowbar to beat his fucking yuppymobile into a pile of scrap iron. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But. . . I was a good little Tranny and just let it go. . . This time. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So there you have it. . . Who knew that little ol' me could have such a negative affect on society??? I have single-handedly brought the free world to the brink utter destruction. . . It's an OMEN. . . I'm the Bad Seed. . . Be afraid!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Or just laugh your ass off like I'm doing right now. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114903326241869750?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114903326241869750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114903326241869750' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114903326241869750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114903326241869750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/05/can-i-get-amen.html' title='Can I Get An AMEN????'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114894893930715444</id><published>2006-05-29T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T22:16:21.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day,  Diana T. and A Word About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Memorial Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm not usually very enthusiastic about Holidays, for a variety of reasons. Memorial Day is one of the exceptions. This is a day to honor the men and women who have fought to protect our freedom. Not just the dead, but those who survived to return to their families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Five of my Uncles served in WWII. My Father served in Korea, shipping out just 5 days after I was born. He didn't see me again until I was 14 moths old. Two of my Cousins and several classmates served in Viet Nam. In all of that not one was killed. Only two were wounded, but all returned to civilian life with the invisible scars that the horror of war carved on each of them. I was spared those horrors despite being drafted in 1972, the last Selective Service draft. An auto accident left me "Unfit for duty." I have always had mixed feelings about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My Father and Uncles rarely spoke of their experiences and we have always respected that. I saw first-hand what those months in Nam did to my cousins and classmates. None came back the same people I grew up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To every man and woman who has given their life or served this country in the name of freedom, I pledge to you my undying respect, my gratitude and my love. Each of you has gone above and beyond in doing so. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Diana T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;As I write this, Diana is in a hospital in Colorado being prepared for major surgery. Ordinarily, this would be a cause for alarm, but this is the final step in Diana's long journey to womanhood. At 7 AM Mountain Time tomorrow, Diana will undergo Sexual Reassignment Surgery (SRS). The last traces of her birth anatomy will will surgically altered to bring her as close to a genetic female as a "Trans" person can ever be. Being rid of the physical male anatomy is a right of passage for an M2F transgender. It's the last evidence of a person we were never meant to be. The same is true for F2M trans males. Having the correct genitalia is like shedding the shackles of prison. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Diana's journey has taken nearly five years. Therapy, hormones, more therapy, living one full year minimum as your true gender, evaluations by numerous Doctors and finally the legal OK to proceed. She is the fourth person I have known to take the final step. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There will be a white candle burning here for Diana until we have word she is OK. Not that it's a particularly dangerous operation, but all surgery carries some risk. After five days, she'll be allowed to fly home to Motown. There are several dozen other Trans people here who will anxiously await her OK to visit, or her first trip out to see us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We love you and miss you Diana. . . Hurry home. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Word About Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First. . . . Thanks to all of you for the warm thoughts and genuine concern you have shown. That touches my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still stuggling with things, but my Psych (Rosemary) has been great these last few weeks and the Social Worker (Anna) is rapidly becoming someone I can trust. Both treat me as a woman despite my appearance. That has had a great impact on my attitude. Anna has met me once for lunch and asked if I would be comfortable with her coming to my house. I told her I'd have to get back to her on that one. But, I know I'll ask her eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm feeling better. I'll try to get around to your blogs to lay one of my eggs of wisdom (Even I choked on that one, LOL!!!) soon. . . I also had an interesting experience with my neighbor today, but I'll save that for another time. . . Let's just say "I'm Damned" and leave it at that for now. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this is far too long. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/19301132-114894893930715444?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114894893930715444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114894893930715444' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114894893930715444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114894893930715444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/05/memorial-day-diana-t-and-word-about-me.html' title='Memorial Day,  Diana T. and A Word About Me'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114824566378131559</id><published>2006-05-21T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T17:07:43.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t really remember when things went so terribly wrong. There are several days that are nothing more than a blur, aside from what I’ve been told by the people who came to my aid. I know I went to work and tried to accomplish something, but most days I spent using every bit of strength I had to not burst into tears. I know I left early one day because I knew I couldn’t hold the tears back any longer. I remember that because it was the same day the police came to my house. They had been called by my friends Jenn and Allison. They were afraid I was going to commit suicide. I don’t remember talking to either one of them, let alone mentioning suicide before the cops arrived. But, they said we talked for an hour.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t think I could actually go through with killing myself, because I’m too much of a coward. Still, the police and EMS insisted that someone stay with me, or I would have to go to the hospital for observation. Allison stayed, because Jen had to go to work. We talked for a long time and I was finally able to go to sleep for a while. I do remember her holding me while I cried.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My PDoc called the next morning. I hadn’t been to see her in almost a year. She insisted I come in for an hour, despite my protests. It was actually a good thing I did. She called my Doctor and had him up my meds and within a couple of days I was at least functioning. Not well, but I was able to go back to work. I seem to have leveled off a bit and the crying hasn’t been out of control for the last week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I debated whether I wanted to come back here at all, but decided I should, at least on a limited basis. One of the things my PDoc pointed out was how I have cut myself off from my friends, family and her. I know I came to use this space as my connection to the world, because it was easier than being with people face to face. That has to change. I know that this cannot be my sole social outlet. But, there are too many people here I’ve come to love, to just walk away. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I started blogging over at Crapster because I wanted to find out if people would accept me. For the most part, they did. I got a few bigoted responses, but I just deleted them and kept going. But somewhere along the way I came to depend on my blog friends like a family. People would call and I just made excuses why I couldn't go to functions, or they couldn’t stop by. I have basically cut myself off for the last eight or nine months. I did go to a function earlier this year, but I remember being very uncomfortable and I was among the first to leave.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My PDoc has set me up with a Social Worker who calls every day or so, if I don’t contact her. She understands my situation and is willing to spend time on the phone with me, because she knows I can’t afford to see my PDoc every week. Allison has made sure that someone calls me every evening, just to check on me and chat for a few minutes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, my new mantra is one borrowed from AA. . . One Day At A Time. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace and Love. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114824566378131559?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114824566378131559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114824566378131559' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114824566378131559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114824566378131559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/05/falling-down.html' title='Falling Down'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114705608033739293</id><published>2006-05-07T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:51:08.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need A Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/closed.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" height="303" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/closed.0.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114705608033739293?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114705608033739293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114705608033739293' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114705608033739293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114705608033739293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-need-break.html' title='I Need A Break'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114678726715962407</id><published>2006-05-04T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T20:16:40.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DaimlerChrysler SUCKS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm so fucking ANGRY right now I can't see straight. . . I thought this country had progressed far enough that at least large companies could see the value in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;DIVERSITY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Obviously, I was VERY WRONG in that assumption. . . How does that old saying go. . .??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The Dodge Division of of DaimlerChrysler is currently runnning the commercial in the attached link in numerous markets around North America (including here in Motown). Click here: &lt;a href="http://adage.com/article?article_id=108621"&gt;http://adage.com/article?article_id=108621&lt;/a&gt; and then select the PLAY button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Draw your own conclusions, but I'm starting a war over this HUGE slap in the face to the GLBT community. If Ford thinks they have problems with the AFA &lt;a href="http://www.afa.net"&gt;http://www.afa.net&lt;/a&gt;, wait until DCX gets a load of what this Tranny chick and her friends can start. . . The first letter is already started. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Dear Bigoted Assholes. . . . What's your next new marketing campaign. . . Those two "That Thing Gotta HEMI???" morons in white sheets and hoods?????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114678726715962407?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114678726715962407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114678726715962407' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114678726715962407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114678726715962407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/05/daimlerchrysler-sucks.html' title='DaimlerChrysler SUCKS!!!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114643290955867036</id><published>2006-04-30T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T17:41:21.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen's New Chambers</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I love my new bedroom!!! . . . Even before paint and accessories, it is absolutely beyond my expectations. Seeing it set up took a lot of the pain out of the price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;That's not to say that there aren't a couple of issues. There is a long crack in the headboard and one of the night tables was damaged, but the delivery crew noted both and they will be replaced in the next few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The delivery guys were great. They were very professional and made sure that things were placed exactly the way I wanted them. How cool is that??? It didn't hurt that one of the guys was totally HOT!!! Seriously, this guy had it going. . . 6 ft. plus, built, with redish blonde hair. . . YEOWWW!!!!!!! (Don't worry Mr. B.Y. Gun. . . you're still my favorite hottie LOL!!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I spent yesterday afternoon at Bed Bath &amp; Beyond (this store will someday bankrupt me, I'm sure) picking out a few new items to go with the set. But I had to stop because the house payment is due this week too. . . Hope my tax refund gets here soon. My fault for putting off filing. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Damn!! Somebody is cooking something next door that smells fantastic.  I guess that means I should get dinner going. I'm starving!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hope y'all are having a great weekend. I'm bummed that the NASCAR race was rained out, but "That's Racin". . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;BTW: Scroll down and check out my "6 wierd things" post. You may have been tagged. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114643290955867036?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114643290955867036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114643290955867036' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114643290955867036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114643290955867036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/04/queens-new-chambers.html' title='The Queen&apos;s New Chambers'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114642665627093633</id><published>2006-04-30T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T15:56:42.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Wierd Things About Lauren</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Some might say the fact that I'm Trans is wierd enough, but. . . SCREW THEM!!!! LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I was tagged by Linda. "The rules are, once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with 6 weird things or habits about yourself. In the end you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says, "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Now that the "rules" are out of the way. . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I Was A 10 Month Baby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My mother's due date for me was December 30. I finally arrived on January 29. That might help explain why I'm so anal about being on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My "Normal" Body Temp Is 99.4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I have to remind my doctors of this, since I've been this way as long as I can remember. Could it have something to do with being a 10 month baby?? Who knows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I Take Tea Bags With Me Everywhere I Go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I hate coffee and many business places will have a coffee service, but no tea. Most of my suppliers have corrected that oversite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I Have A "Hole" In My Vision:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;An eye injury in my early 20s left me with severe scaring on the lens of my left eye. If you've seen news footage where they blur out a suspects face. . . I can do that by closing my right eye and focusing on someone's head. . . It took me several years to get used to that, because it affects everything I do. It's really bad at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I Am Totally Anal About My Kitchen Knives:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Nobody touches my kitchen knives but me. I have no idea why. . . I have a second set I keep for occasions when someone else is working in my kitchen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I Do Not Like "Stick and Ball" Sports:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Baseball, football, hockey, basketball all seem like a huge waste of time to me. And what the fuck is Golf all about? I'd rather watch paint dry than go to a golf tournament. . . But, I'm a NASCAR junkie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;OK. . . So on the wierd scale, I'm not all that strange. . . Maybe I should have gone with the Trans aspect after all. . . LOL!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I tag Dork, Brilliantmadness, Crazy Lady, Schree, Joshua. . . . Hmmmmmm. . . Looks like all my other friends have already been tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hope you are having a great weekend!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114642665627093633?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114642665627093633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114642665627093633' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114642665627093633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114642665627093633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/04/six-wierd-things-about-lauren.html' title='Six Wierd Things About Lauren'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114593385699251586</id><published>2006-04-24T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:57:37.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>News About Allia!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;That name may ring a bell to some of you who knew me over at Crapster and from some of my earlier posts here. She is someone very special to me, but disappeared about 6 months ago, with no explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I had a short note from my friend Amy tonight, saying she had an e-mail from Allia over the weekend. I asked Amy to please share her new e-mail address, since her old one is closed down. Still haven't heard back from Amy. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Allia is probably the closest I've come to being in love in a very long time. She is such a great person, but has always been very fragile, since she was just coming to terms with be a Transgender. I know that things were going down hill at home when she disappeared last September, but I always thought I was the one person she could come to with anything. At one point, she was going to come here to stay for a while and figure things out. I was very afraid she may have done harm to herself, since she talked about it on several occasions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Just knowing she is OK has made my day!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I DO love you Allia. . . Please know you are welcome in my life and home any time you choose. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I miss you girlfriend!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114593385699251586?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114593385699251586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114593385699251586' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114593385699251586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114593385699251586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/04/news-about-allia.html' title='News About Allia!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114581055510153573</id><published>2006-04-23T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T21:36:01.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop `Till Ya Drop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;UPDATE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;First of all, thank you for the great comments. I fell in love with this set the minute I saw it. There was one other that came close, but this just matched my other furnishings so well, I had to go with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Now I'm agonizing over paint colors for the walls and trim, drapes and new bedding. I must have 150 paint color samples here. I want to go with something soothing, but the beige carpet is making it difficult. . . AARRRHHHGGG!!! Carpeting (let alone hardwood flooring) is NOT in the budget. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Denise. . . Waste perfectly good crack on a Penguin?? I think NOT!!! I have him huffing Lemon Pledge and drinking vanilla extract to take the edge off. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Apos. . . Good eye!!! It's actually a combination of Cherry and Maple. Unusual, but it really works. I'm sure your MIL appreciates your great taste!!! My little Rainbow Anteater is very cool!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Super Woman and Mr. BYG. . . One day you'll be empty nesters too. You'll finally be able to look around and say: "Why the hell not???" It's a great feeling. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Babs. . . Yes, I DO deserve it. . . LOL!!! CC is OK with it as long as no other cats or, heaven forbid, dogs come with it. I thanked him for his blessing, kissed his feet, rubbed his belly and made sure his food dish was filled. . . He's a happy camper. . . And yes, there WILL be a photo array later. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Must start emptying the old dresser. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Laterz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/BROY-SET-4040-KSLEIGH-7PC_FULL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/BROY-SET-4040-KSLEIGH-7PC_FULL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apparently some part of my pea-sized brain thinks I don't have enough to do. So, being the obedient girl I am, I spent yesterday at the local furniture stores looking at bedroom sets. I've been living with El-cheapo mismatched bits and pieces for years. For my efforts, this set will be delivered to the house next Saturday. It was more than I had planned to spend, but I'm getting quality that will last a very long time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course that means that I'll have to get off my arse and finally paint the bedroom, buy drapes, area rugs, new bedding and accessories. Not that I need an excuse to go shopping, mind you, it just helps me justify doing so (when all else fails, rationalize LOL!!!). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This also means that I'll need to call The Salvation Army to arrange a pickup time for the old stuff. While I'm at it, I'll have them take the couch and coffee table that has been taking up half of my office since I bought the new Living Room set last spring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, it's off to Bed Bath &amp;amp; Beyond, Lowes, The Homely Depot (yet another contribution to the Ex's retirement account), Targe' and who knows where else, to further stimulate the local economy and deplete my bank account. Oh the things I get myself into. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114581055510153573?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114581055510153573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114581055510153573' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114581055510153573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114581055510153573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/04/shop-till-ya-drop_23.html' title='Shop `Till Ya Drop!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114541450682948050</id><published>2006-04-18T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T23:22:10.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Try This. . . It's Funny As Hell!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Go to the Google home page by clicking here: &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;http://www.google.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type in the word "Failure"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of clicking "Google Search," click "I'm Feeling Lucky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the word before the people at Google "fix" it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114541450682948050?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114541450682948050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114541450682948050' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114541450682948050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114541450682948050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/04/try-this-its-funny-as-hell.html' title='Try This. . . It&apos;s Funny As Hell!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114541347168180682</id><published>2006-04-18T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:24:57.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>With Credit To JackieSue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/ShowLetter.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/ShowLetter.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I don't think I can add a thing to this image. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Thanks for sharing this JS. . . LOL!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114541347168180682?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114541347168180682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114541347168180682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114541347168180682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114541347168180682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/04/with-credit-to-jackiesue.html' title='With Credit To JackieSue'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114519241734595339</id><published>2006-04-16T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T09:31:34.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY EASTER!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/chinese-bunny.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/320/chinese-bunny.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hope you all have a safe and happy Holiday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Much love. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114519241734595339?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114519241734595339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114519241734595339' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114519241734595339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114519241734595339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter.html' title='HAPPY EASTER!!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114510482899291151</id><published>2006-04-15T08:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T20:29:43.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Has Sprung In Motown</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;How do I know this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;1. My furnace has not come on now for almost a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;2. I was actually able to do my grocery shopping yesterday in shorts and a T-shirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;3. The driving range down the road has reopened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;4. The Harleys are everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;5. All of the local "Whack-Jobs" have crawled out of their holes and are inflicting themselves on the public. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Case-in-point: Some brilliant soul has been placing very official-looking green and white signs along the freeways and major roads at the Motown city limits that read: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome To Detroit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We Hope You Survive &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Founded 1701&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;These are very well made signs on a steel panel. They are painted and printed in the same font and colors as other road signs. So, whoever is doing this is spending a lot of money to make them. Obviously, local officials are NOT amused by this stunt. The local TV stations are trying to treat it seriously, but you can see that ever-so-slight gleam in the eyes of the news anchors when they read the story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;What prompted this? Among other things, Motown police have already processed over 180 homicides so far this year. One of the latest was rap star "Proof" a close friend and associate of Eminem. This happed in an "after-hours club" in the city several nights ago over a game of pool. A second man shot by Proof has been taken off life support and is classified as brain dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Why don't I go to events or bars in Motown? I prefer to live without the bullet holes, thank you!! Random shootings are more common than ever. I guess just calling someone an ASSHOLE and walking away is no longer enough. "Piss me off and I'll cap your ass" has become so common in the city, people don't even react to the gunfire anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Very sad. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm going to go enjoy the warm, sunny morning and have a cup of tea on the patio. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hope y'all have a great day!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114510482899291151?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114510482899291151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114510482899291151' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114510482899291151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114510482899291151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring-has-sprung-in-motow_114510482899291151.html' title='Spring Has Sprung In Motown'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114480368753381453</id><published>2006-04-11T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:20:30.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BABS IS BACK!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Yes. . . Our friend is back in business at the same old location. The folks at Blogger identified the issue and have restored Babs' blogs to her original glory!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;YEE HAW!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Welcome back Babs!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114480368753381453?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114480368753381453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114480368753381453' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114480368753381453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114480368753381453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/04/babs-is-back.html' title='BABS IS BACK!!!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114459771344026907</id><published>2006-04-09T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T12:29:01.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bass-O-Matic</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;If you remember this hilarious Dan Aykroyd bit from SNL, then you'll have some idea of what the past week has been like for your's truly. . . I was the Bass. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Note to self: ALWAYS double-check your calendar BEFORE you volunteer for extra duties. . . BEFORE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Most work days this week were in excess of 12 hours, simply because I forgot that one simple thing. . . DOH!!!! Two major projects with MAJOR milestones due on the same day. . . Then the volunteer part went from the estimated 90 minutes a day to over 4 hours. . . I never learn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I was in bed by 8:30 Friday and slept until after 7:00 AM Saturday. By Noon, I was so tired, I put the jammies back on and slept until almost 5. At least I managed to get the groceries done. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So, today is catch-up day. Pay bills, do laundry, clean the cat box (I need to teach that little shit factory to use the Loo. . . FAT CHANCE!!! LOL!), and catch up on my Blog world. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HOLY SHIT!! Babs is MIA, although I did get an e-mail saying all of her blogs simply disappeared. . . JackieSue's power went out and now her computer is possessed my the Devil. . . Dork moved to the new house. . . Denise is having Skid Mark wars with one of the boys. . . Apos is chasing teenage girls from the yard in the wee hours. . . Super Woman wants to Bip a 2nd Grader for picking on Lava Girl. . . Chatty is having penny candy fantasies. . . And finally, Mr. BYG had a "Bad Photo Review (his words, not mine)" of himself. . . I'm tired again just from reading all this. . . *head spinning*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;At least I can take comfort in knowing that next weekend is 4 days. . . I'll clean this dump then. I was going to have family in, but my sister shit all over the idea because they would have to drive the 80 miles here instead of me driving there, as usual. So now Mom doesn't want to do it either. . . Fuck it!!! I'm staying home. . . They can't say I didn't offer. I love my family, really I do, but at times they make me crazy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Oh well. . . Time to fold laundry, make the bed (without giving into the temptation to just climb in) and get ready for NASCAR in Texas. . . I may have the team to beat this week. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114459771344026907?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114459771344026907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114459771344026907' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114459771344026907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114459771344026907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/04/bass-o-matic.html' title='Bass-O-Matic'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114427693638782649</id><published>2006-04-05T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:42:16.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T PAY THE RANSOM!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;No, I haven't been kidnapped by aliens or forced into involuntary servitude by a band of Pirates. . . Just a very hectic week. I'll be back Friday night or Saturday to catch up on y'all. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114427693638782649?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114427693638782649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114427693638782649' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114427693638782649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114427693638782649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-pay-ransom.html' title='DON&apos;T PAY THE RANSOM!!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114398658032144232</id><published>2006-04-02T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T14:26:46.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon Me While I Vomit!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now here's a fun-filled afternoon intended to give young girls (and young boys) yet another unrealistic view of womanhood. . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The wonderful world of FAIRYTOPIA™ comes to life onstage for the first time ever in BARBIE™ LIVE IN FAIRYTOPIA™! Barbie™, starring as Elina™, a beautiful flower fairy who longs to have wings, embarks on a musical adventure to save her beloved fairyland. Traveling on the back of a colorful butterfly to magical places, she meets new people who test her courage and teach her the value of true friendship. Families will be enchanted by Barbie™ and all of her friends from the movie as they sing, dance and fly through the air! Can a wingless fairy save all of Fairytopia™? Don't miss BARBIE™ LIVE IN FAIRYTOPIA™! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The promos for this little self-esteem killer began a few days ago, for a show that opens later this week in Motown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I think a little fantasy and make believe is great for children. Most can use their own imaginations to do so, provided parents have the common sense and committment to take the little ones away from the TV, X-Box and other "Electronic babysitters." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Here's a thought. . . actually teach them how to play and use their minds and bodies for something other than a place to store useless entertainment and junk food. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'll stop now, only because I don't want to pay another 1/2 hour rent on this soap box. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Love Ya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114398658032144232?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114398658032144232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114398658032144232' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114398658032144232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114398658032144232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/04/pardon-me-while-i-vomit.html' title='Pardon Me While I Vomit!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114385449508847507</id><published>2006-03-31T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T20:24:05.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scaredy Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Well. . . My little four-legged buddy is terrified of thunderstorms. I mean FREAKED!! We just had our first &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tiny little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Michigan Barn-Rattler and he made a mad dash to get under the bed. . . I thought his tail was going to explode!!! He is NOT coming out either. I even tried to bribe him with treats. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This wasn't a bad one. . . Just our garden-variety spring boomer, not much wind, but a good bit of rolling thunder. So. . . Apparently Mr. CC Kewl-J has issues too. . . It's kinda cute. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Poor baby!! I'll love him up when he feels safe again. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Laterz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114385449508847507?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114385449508847507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114385449508847507' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114385449508847507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114385449508847507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/03/scaredy-cat.html' title='Scaredy Cat'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114376898570211214</id><published>2006-03-30T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:36:26.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Forward and Buy Batteries</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Please, don't forget to set your clocks AHEAD 1 hour before you hit the pillow Saturday night. Yep. . . It's Daylight Savings Time in North America, starting Sunday morning at 2 AM. . . Well, except for any of you in Arizona and some parts of Indiana. . . I can't speak for the rest of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This is also an excellent reminder to change the batteries in your smoke detectors and carbon monoxide detectors. Even if you have detectors powered by household current, they have a battery backup to keep them working if the power goes out. PLEASE. . . Don't take a chance on old batteries to save a few dollars. . . And for pete's sake, don't swipe a smoke detector battery to put in your boom box. . . Go to the store and buy batteries!!! I always have spares in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hundreds of people (too many children and pets) are killed every year, because either the smoke detector batteries are dead or missing. . . Is your kittie's life worth less than a 9 volt battery???  Or your kid??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I didn't think so. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Peace and Love. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114376898570211214?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114376898570211214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114376898570211214' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114376898570211214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114376898570211214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-forward-and-buy-batteries.html' title='Spring Forward and Buy Batteries'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114359888158798611</id><published>2006-03-28T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:12:44.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren 1. . . Evil, Money-Grubbing Gas Co. ZERO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;. . . At least that's the way I envisioned the outcome of this latest example of corporate incompetence. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;BUT NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;After 25 minutes on hold listening to a variety of recorded messages about how much: "We value you as a customer". . . Choke, GAG. . . HURL!!!!. . . I finally get to speak with a "Customer Service Representative". . . AKA: A warm body that can answer the phone (when they get around to it) and almost speaks English. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;After the mandatory "Can I get your account number, full name, address, daytime phone number, nightime phone number, employer name and address, last four digits of your social security number, shoe size, your Mother's maiden name, the name address and phone number of your three closest relatives, your pet's name and 3 bondable witnesses". . . "How may I (in the least respectful way possible) help you today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;After explaining that my gas meter reading (by THEIR invoice) and the amount I'm being charged for don't agree, I hear. . . "So what is the problem here???" (TOTAL disinterest is obvious in her voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;OK, Let's try this again. . . . The meter readings on my invoice show that I used 4600 cubic feet of gas for the last billing period. . . I am being billed for 5100 cubic feet of gas. . . That is 500 cubic feet more than I actually used. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"How do you know this?" (the yawn was only slightly muffled). . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Because that is what is printed on my current invoice. . . Beginning meter reading 681. . . Current reading 727. . . 727 minus 681 equals 46. . . Correct?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"Well yes, but what is the problem??" (Voice now showing obvious irritation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Well, I'm being charged for 5100 cu. ft. when I only used 4600 cu. ft. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"Hold on please, I'll be right back. . . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;About three minutes pass and then. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"Thank you for holding. . . We can issue a credit for the difference on your next bill. . . Will that be OK?" (Like I have a choice here. . . .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Yes, that will be fine. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"Thank you and have a nice day. . ." CLICK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;ASSHOLES. . . Even when they get caught bending you over the table, they find a way to treat you like shit. . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I want to be a cat. . . . A sunny window sill, tuna and I'm good to go. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;PLEASE. . . Babs. . . Send me some Lexapro. . . I want to be "happy happy joy joy" too. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114359888158798611?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114359888158798611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114359888158798611' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114359888158798611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114359888158798611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/03/lauren-1-evil-money-grubbing-gas-co.html' title='Lauren 1. . . Evil, Money-Grubbing Gas Co. ZERO!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114351297957195229</id><published>2006-03-27T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:10:18.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Land Of Milk And Honey. . .</title><content type='html'>You may have heard this phrase at some time in your life. I have no idea who wrote it, but it was intended to describe the opportunities available to imigrants coming to the US many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose there was a time when this was true, but certainly not in my immediate memory. I first entered the working class in 1968 (several years on Dad's farm prior to that) and have always found obtaining and keeping a good job a challenge. I have worked hard to maintain and expand upon the skills I have today, yet still I struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent imigration reform protests came to Motown today, and an estimated 50,000 people filled the streets downtown to express their displeasure with impending imigration policy changes in Washington DC. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What alarms me about this is the backing of organized religious groups, the Catholic Church in particular. They seem to feel that we have some obligation to just let people in, regardless of our current circumstances or the ability of these huddled masses to actually find and maintain jobs. Are we supposed to just support them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If news reports are even close to accurate, up to 30,000 GM employees may get the axe tomorrow. Personally, I think 20,000 is still too high, but who knows??? Where will these people go to find new jobs? How can they possibly compete with an illegal imigrant workforce that thinks minimum wage is HUGE money??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will GM, Ford, DaimlerChrysler et al sell their $35,000 SUVs to? Not some poor schmuk working at Target for $10/hour. Who will buy the $300,000.00 houses (that's about average here in the Motown suburbs these days)? Not some single Mom raising 3 kids on $11.00/hour at Home Depot. . . And DAMNED SURE not the illegal imigrants working under the table for $5.25/hour. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is estimated that in Metro Motown, we have upward of 50,000 illegals from various parts of the world. Mostly from Mexico and Central America, but also the Middle East and Asia. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The US Senate is currently considering tougher imigrations policies and I'm all for that. BUT. . . we can't even keep a 14-year old kid from slipping across the border at night. . . What's wrong with this picture??? President Shrub needs to take his head out of his colon long enough to see the REAL WAR. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write your Senator and DEMAND passage of these new imigration rules. . . At least it's a start. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GODDESS help us all. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the rambling rant, I'm just being really pissy tonight. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114351297957195229?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114351297957195229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114351297957195229' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114351297957195229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114351297957195229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/03/land-of-milk-and-honey.html' title='The Land Of Milk And Honey. . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114299628778598455</id><published>2006-03-21T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:47:19.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Utility Bills and One ANAL Bitch. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;UPDATE: I have not contacted DTE Energy yet, because the past two days at the Hell Hole have been just this side of insane. . . I left here at 7:40 this morning and finally got home after 7 PM. . .  Tomorrow appears to be a light day, so perhaps I'll go beat up DTE when I get home. . . The bill isn't due until April 5 anyway. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Peace and Love to all. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Today's lesson. . . Don't mess with anal people. . . They'll eat your lunch every time. . . My newest victim will be Motown's own DTE Energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My current gas and electric bill arrived in my e-mail about 5 days ago. I finally downloaded it last night, only to discover my gas consumption (according to THEM!!) was up by 63% over the the two previous billing periods. . . SAY WHAT??? I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO!!!! I am anal about gas and electric use to the point that people tease me about it. . . Plus, it was considerably warmer last month than the two prior billing periods. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A little further digging reveals that they CLAIM (on the same billing statement) to have replaced my gas meter on February 9. Oddly enough, the meter number on my current bill is the same one it's been since I bought the place in 2004 (yes, I keep old bills, I'M ANAL!!!). So I check the meter and sure enough, same number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It is also OBVIOUS this meter was NOT replaced as they claimed. I'm taking pictures tomorrow to document it. ANY good mechanic or Engineer can tell you in seconds if bolts, fittings etc. have been moved recently. There are 11 other meters next to it to compare with (Condo). Plus, I would have had to relight the pilot on my water heater had they REALLY shut the gas off to change the meter. It's a physical impossibility to keep the pilot lit and open the system long enough to replace a gas meter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Next, I recalculated the "actual" meter readings they claim on the bill, only to discover that they are off by 500 cu. ft, or about 5 day's worth based on my past records. Add to that, the actual cost of natural gas went DOWN. This was also stated on the same bill. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This is going to be fun!!! I can use their own paperwork to prove they are full of shit!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Being a bitch does have it's bright moments. . . . Check your bills CAREFULLY and keeps records. Why give your money away?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114299628778598455?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114299628778598455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114299628778598455' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114299628778598455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114299628778598455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/03/utility-bills-and-one-anal-bitch.html' title='Utility Bills and One ANAL Bitch. . .'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114290215545674318</id><published>2006-03-20T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T23:05:21.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ACLU Pizza,  Acrobatic Cat &amp; Other Schtuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A friend sent me this link earlier today. If it wasn't such a real possibility, this would be funny. To order your ACLU Pizza click here: &lt;a href="http://www.aclu.org/pizza"&gt;Make sure you have your sound turned ON. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I mentioned in my last entry that CC is NOT liking his diet. . . So, he keeps coming up with new ways to demonstrate his displeasure. . . Mostly in the form of being obnoxious. Today's new stunt is a classic. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I came home for lunch at 11:30, turned on the race on FX, then went to the kitchen to heat up my leftover pasta. CC was at my heels every step of the way. With lunch in the microwave, I went back to watch the race, standing a couple of feet in front of the couch. CC is yapping away and suddenly all 14 lbs. of him is perched on my left shoulder purring in my ear!!! The chubby little shit jumped from the couch, onto me like it was no big deal. . . I nearly peed myself laughing, as he was quite content in doing this and had no intention of leaving. . . OK. . . I'll have to give him an A+ for originality. Goofy CAT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I didn't spend much time blogging over the weekend, since I was working on sorting through about 40 gigabites of data, simply dumped on to DVDs with no hint of organization. If I ever see the moron responsible again, he'll sing Soprano until he croaks. . . This is going to take several nights to completely sort, since my work laptop can't handle this much data. I had to load it to my personal PC to have enough space and speed. SHIT!! At least the boss said OK to my working at home 2 hours a day until it's done. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'll be coming around to catch up when I need a break. I have to see what all of you are up to. I did see Linda's notes on the Tower website. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;BTW: What the HELL happened to Greg Biffle in the race today? He was up front when I left to go back to work after lunch. He finished 16th!! No wonder you're 25th in the points NITWIT!!! . . . At least I had Kasey Kahne as one of my Group B drivers. . . I knew I should have gone with Mark Martin as my Group A driver. . . Fuckity Fuck Fuck Fuck!!! Oh. . . Carl Edwards Crew Cheif needs to have his ass kicked for not holding Carl until Blaney cleared his pit stall. . . Moron!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Congrats to Clance' on her high score in the league today!!! Beat me out by 4 points!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aclu.org/pizza"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114290215545674318?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114290215545674318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114290215545674318' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114290215545674318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114290215545674318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/03/aclu-pizza-acrobatic-cat-other-schtuff.html' title='ACLU Pizza,  Acrobatic Cat &amp; Other Schtuff'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114264539106895198</id><published>2006-03-17T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:29:51.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Erin Go Braugh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Or Erin can go braughless. . . It's none of my business. . . LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I hopes this fine St. Patty's Day finds you in good health, good humor and luvin' life. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This Irish Lass can think of no finer way to end the week than celebrating her heritage. . . With a touch of fine Irish whiskey and a pint or two of me favourite Ale. . . For medicinal purposes mind ya!! LOL!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And if you're beleive'n that, I have a map to a Pot-O'-Gold I'm willin' to part with for a mere song. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;OH Lord!!! Now I'm channeling Barry Fitzgerald. . . LOL!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This has been one long-ass week!! I'm beat and there is a stack of work sitting on my dining room table that needs to done by Monday. . . I LOVE my job. . .I LOVE my job. . . I LOVE my job. . .  NO I DON'T!!!! Oh well. . . I didn't have any plans anyway. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have managed to stop by to see what most of you are up to at least a couple of times.  I'm glad to see that most of you are doing well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sorry about the tele-assholes Babs. . . I've been down that road a time or two. I just pick up the phone and start dialing. . . They don't stick around long.  I agree that the voice message was over the line. . . That idiot needs to have his hair parted. . . with a hammer. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As for last weekend, there's really not a lot to tell. It was fun meeting several people in person for the first time and I think I may be at a point where I'm willing to venture back into the world again. Only time will tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;CC and I have been waging a battle of wills this past week. He is NOT liking his diet and has let me know it by strewing the contents of the laundry room trash basket down the hallway a couple of times. . . Tough shit fuzzbutt. . . You're on rations and I control the food supply LOL!!  I'm not crazy about my diet either!!! So there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Not much else to talk about. I'm going to call it an early night and get to the grocery shopping early. I want to miss as many of the idiots as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;More tomorrow when I've revived a few more brain cells. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114264539106895198?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114264539106895198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114264539106895198' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114264539106895198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114264539106895198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/03/erin-go-braugh.html' title='Erin Go Braugh!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301132.post-114239084269202924</id><published>2006-03-14T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:47:22.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hi All!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Thanks for the great feedback!!! I'll post more in a day or so. . . Really hectic this week. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HUGGSS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301132-114239084269202924?l=chameleon22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/feeds/114239084269202924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301132&amp;postID=114239084269202924' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114239084269202924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301132/posts/default/114239084269202924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon22.blogspot.com/2006/03/quick-note.html' title='Quick Note'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14692099511551687584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8162/1907/1600/glogoclr150.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
