<?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-16226588</id><updated>2011-12-02T07:18:23.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinnamon Rose</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts from a random chick.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-117373290311202500</id><published>2007-03-12T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T17:58:40.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back from the dead</title><content type='html'>hey gang!&lt;br /&gt;Well I figure enough has happend lately that I can now post something worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;I am now living in my sister's house. It isn't that bad. She is vacationing for almost 2 weeks, the timing was good. I would have had to cat sit anyway. We are up to our earholes in boxes, but happy we didn't take that one place. At the last minute, literally I decided not to sign a lease at this one place. The apartment was just going to upset me everyday when I came home. When I went in the lady was vaccuming the brown shag carpet with a cig hanging out of her toothless mouth...NO F'N JOKE. So I politely declined the place.&lt;br /&gt;I am now officially in the market to BUY...gulp. I met with my realator on Friday! How adult of me. I told my mother the news. She was a bit shocked, but said she was proud of me. awwwahhh! For being all domesticated and grown up. Who would have thought.. Not me that's for damn sure.&lt;br /&gt;There are some prosects, not an over abundance in my price range. The idea is both horrifying and exciting all in one breath. I will be a homeowner. Now I have to deal with lawnmowers and property taxes. Misewell be speaking Klingong. I have a pretty good crew working on my side so I feel i won't make a wrong or rash choise.&lt;br /&gt;Haeeyy How About that Weather,huh. It has been b-a-u-t-ful out the last few days! I actually got early the last few days too. Yesterday I spent mostly napping though. That's ok I needed that one day. J and I went to a wedding Saturday. J vommited on himself during the ceremony.then all over the steps, fell down the steps and continued to vomit all over the mens room at the church......&lt;br /&gt;you ask how did this happen? Well the wedding was a 6:30 we started drinking at about 12:15. I was too drunk to drive to the weeding. Got a call at around 4 saying they needed empty beer cans to tie to the just married car. Sooo we had to make 12 PBR cans empty. We did it with the help of a couple other ppl. They had him and another guy go get bird seed after we got there. He apparently had some gin during this trip. Yeahhh so needless to say no one will forget that wedding! We left immediately after he gain consiousness and had a wonderful conversation after getting home. soo OHHH&lt;br /&gt;My friend's Moon and Walker had a baby girl last night! She is healthy, happy, and nappy just like daddy. Congrats to them!!&lt;br /&gt;That is pretty much it for now. Hope y'all are doing well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-117373290311202500?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/117373290311202500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=117373290311202500' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/117373290311202500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/117373290311202500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-from-dead.html' title='back from the dead'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-117209701094517229</id><published>2007-02-21T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:38:31.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Saga Continues</title><content type='html'>So i have been harassing all the good people of Indianapolis for months about a place to live. I still have not found one for me and the fella. I have the one last chance tomorrow at 5. This lady has a couple houses in a desirable neighborhood. I am still convienced that I will be moving in with my sister in the end. I have accepted our fate. This is not all bad though. She has a washer and dryer :) Do to tight money and her washer being on the fritz I have been wearing mismatched socks for a week. Now, if you know me this is silly. Normally the socks match the outfit, not they don't even match each other. ANyway, the sun is out and i got to have my sun roof open today. NO one I know died and I still have food to eat. So it is a pretty damn good day.&lt;br /&gt;Not much is really going on at the moment. I am pretty much consumed every waking and dreaming moment by the housing stress. OHHHH&lt;br /&gt;Ok I will tell you guys about this dream I had Monday morning. So I watched Cabin Fever early in the day then Ravenous moments before falling asleep. I had a dull weekend that was spent alone for the most part other than an aswesome goodwill scout. J and I had a conversation about one of his friends. He was arrested for like the 12 time (not the smarted cookie in the batch). I believe it was for shooting a pellet gun at a snowplow. Well I have this horrible non stop night terror.&lt;br /&gt;I walk into the dark bedroom and the friend (we will call him Mames) jumps out of the closet. I am startled, but not arfaid of him. I ask him "what are you doing?" Then he pulls a giant knife from behind his back, "I am going to eat YOU!" I still am not afraid, he is dumb not scary. Well I make out the shape of his face and see the intense look. I am afraid now. He grabs me and throws me on the bed. He starts beating me up. I wake up when he stabs me. I try to rattle J and wake him up. He doesn't move. I look around then freaked out still, fall asleep. I am back in the dream as he is stabbing me! I can't believe it. I wake up again. J stires this time but still not enough to make me feel better. I sit for a bit then fall back asleep. I AM STABBED again! I wake up, j definately wakes this time. I get up and turn on all the lights. After some time I finally fall asleep. no more dream. crazy stuff. I should not watch scary movies before bed again. The dumb thingis that the movie didn't scare me, it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;Yeahppp that is the most interesting thing right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-117209701094517229?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/117209701094517229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=117209701094517229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/117209701094517229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/117209701094517229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-saga-continues.html' title='And the Saga Continues'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-117131187663981877</id><published>2007-02-12T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:24:36.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry baby cry, make your mother...</title><content type='html'>seriously, please let me find a place to live.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE!! i'm sorry jesus for all the bad things i said about you...pleasaassssseeee&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it be dirty, scary, or expensive.&lt;br /&gt;I am so upset right now I can't even stand it. I was up all last night b/c of this crap!&lt;br /&gt;I have 1 week to get out of my apt and I have no place to move. I mean I can always stay at my sister's but that is like taking 800 steps in reverse.&lt;br /&gt;i donno what to do. I feel like someone kicked me and my dog in the stomach. (if i had a dog)&lt;br /&gt;everytime i think i have something it is ripped away. rented out from underneath me, a farse with fresh paint, or way out of the price range. Or worse, scary as hell. (Gulp) and dirty!&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay downtown. I love it here. I love my apartment now! it is just too small and they don't have anyting bigger.&lt;br /&gt;oh god i can feel the gray hairs exploding out of my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-117131187663981877?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/117131187663981877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=117131187663981877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/117131187663981877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/117131187663981877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2007/02/cry-baby-cry-make-your-mother.html' title='Cry baby cry, make your mother...'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-117069513379523492</id><published>2007-02-05T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T12:05:33.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go colts and shit</title><content type='html'>So the COLTS did it! Yeahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But here is a little news story that might slip through the cracks.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The title is :  Bush sends Congress $2.90T spending plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That T stands for Trillion. That is a real number?!?!?! I like how they didn't want to seem greedy and round up to 3 Trillion even.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush's spending plan would make his first-term tax cuts permanent, at a cost of $1.6 trillion over 10 years. He is seeking $78 billion in savings in the government's big health care programs — Medicare and Medicaid — over the next five years.&lt;br /&gt;Release of the budget in four massive volumes kicks off months of debate in which Democrats, now in control of both the House and Senate for the first time in Bush's presidency, made clear that they have significantly different views on spending and taxes.&lt;br /&gt;"The president's budget is filled with debt and deception, disconnected from reality and continues to move America in the wrong direction," said Senate Budget Committee Chairman Kent Conrad, D-N.D.&lt;br /&gt;The president insisted that he had made the right choices to keep the nation secure from terrorist threats and the economy growing.&lt;br /&gt;"My formula for a balanced budget reflects the priorities of our country at this moment in its history: protecting the homeland and fighting terrorism, keeping the economy strong with low taxes and keeping spending under control while making federal programs more effective," Bush said.&lt;br /&gt;Just as Iraq has come to dominate Bush's presidency, military spending was a major element in the president's new spending request. Bush was seeking a&lt;br /&gt;Pentagon budget of $624.6 billion for 2008, more than one-fifth of the total budget, up from $600.3 billion in 2007. For the first time, the Pentagon figures include what Bush wants to spend to fight the Iraq war, money that in past years was put in supplemental appropriations rather than the regular budget.&lt;br /&gt;Bush projected a deficit in the current year of $244 billion, just slightly lower than last year's $248 billion imbalance. For 2008, the budget year that begins next Oct. 1, Bush sees another slight decline in the deficit to $239 billion with further steady improvement over the next three years until the budget records a surplus of $61 billion in 2012, three years after Bush has left office.&lt;br /&gt;Democrats, however, challenged those projections, contending that Bush only achieves a surplus by leaving out the billions of dollars Congress is expected to spend to keep the alternative minimum tax from ensnaring millions of middle-class taxpayers. His budget includes an AMT fix only for 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Bush projects government spending in 2008 of $2.90 trillion, a 4.9 percent increase from the $2.78 trillion in outlays the administration is projecting for this year. However, the administration notes that the 2007 total is only an estimate, given that Congress is still working to complete a massive omnibus spending bill to cover most agencies for the rest of this fiscal year.&lt;br /&gt;To help achieve what would be the government's first surplus since 2001, Bush is proposing $95.9 billion in savings in mandatory spending, the part of the budget that includes the big benefit programs of Social Security and health care.&lt;br /&gt;Medicare, which provides health insurance for 43 million older and disabled Americans, would see the bulk of those savings — reductions of $66 billion over five years. That would come about primarily by slowing the growth of payments to health care providers.&lt;br /&gt;Additional savings would be achieved by charging higher income Medicare beneficiaries bigger monthly premiums.&lt;br /&gt;While Bush said something had to be done to get control of spiraling health care costs, Congress refused to go along last year with Bush's effort for smaller reductions in Medicare.&lt;br /&gt;Bush would seek to eliminate or sharply reduce 141 government programs for a five-year savings of $12 billion. But many of those reductions he has proposed in past budgets — only to see them rejected by Congress.&lt;br /&gt;Bush once listed overhauling Social Security as the No. 1 domestic priority of his second term. But his effort two years ago to accomplish this goal by diverting some Social Security taxes into private investment accounts went nowhere in Congress. He included the private accounts again in this year's budget. But to minimize the impact, he only showed the program taking effect in 2012, when the private accounts would cost $29.3 billion.&lt;br /&gt;The president's budget also includes an initiative to expand health care coverage to the uninsured through a complex proposal that would give every family a $15,000 tax deduction for purchasing health coverage but would make current employee-supplied health coverage taxable for certain taxpayers.&lt;br /&gt;Bush is also proposing to increase the maximum Pell grant, which goes to low-income students, from the current $4,050 to $4,600. Democrats are pushing for even larger increases.&lt;br /&gt;Bush's energy proposals would expand use of ethanol and other renewable fuels with a goal of cutting gasoline use by 20 percent over the next decade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-117069513379523492?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/117069513379523492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=117069513379523492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/117069513379523492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/117069513379523492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2007/02/go-colts-and-shit.html' title='Go colts and shit'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-117028445791967603</id><published>2007-01-31T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T18:00:57.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought of the day</title><content type='html'>I want to name my new tortoise Short Round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-117028445791967603?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/117028445791967603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=117028445791967603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/117028445791967603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/117028445791967603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-thought-of-day.html' title='Random Thought of the day'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-116966799189132640</id><published>2007-01-24T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T14:55:00.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men, set your tasers to stun.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7474/1532/1600/811648/futureweapons.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7474/1532/320/935001/futureweapons.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I pulled this from &lt;a href="http://www.inthesetimes.com"&gt;www.inthesetimes.com&lt;/a&gt; article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plasma clouds, microwave beams, electrified bullets—military contractors have been developing futuristic new combat technologies under the public radar. Already, the TASER stun gun has emerged from the pages of speculative fiction, and into the hands of military, corrections, and law enforcement personnel (See “&lt;a href="http://www.inthesetimes.com/site/main/article/2894/"&gt;Stunning Revelations&lt;/a&gt;,” November 2006). But stun technology is just one tool in the arsenal for developers of proposed “non-lethal” weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past several years, Taser International, Inc. has been testing products with the military market in mind. Most recently it has been working on Tasernet, a weapon it describes as a “non-lethal area denial and force protection system.” In October, the Taser Remote Area Denial (T-RAD) concept was officially unveiled at the annual United States Army meeting in Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;When used in tandem with what Taser bills as the “companion computer networking system,” Tasernet, the defensive weaponry amounts to a “Star Trek”-style forcefield, stunning uninvited guests. Tasernet can capture digital facial scans, allowing authorized users through the forcefield. According to Taser’s press release, the T-RAD, based on the Taser X26 core technology, is “designed to be deployed at checkpoints, facility perimeters, embassies, airports, and other critical infrastructures.” The weapon is expected to be ready for deployment in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July, three inventors applied for a U.S. patent on research that would enable the creation of wire-free, “piezoelectric” stun guns. (Piezoelectric crystals generate voltage in response to mechanical vibrations—”piezo” means “push” in Greek.) In their patent application, the inventors explain that their invention would create darts containing an explosive charge, which detonate upon contact with pierced skin. The guns could be used from a distance of nearly 500 feet.&lt;br /&gt;In September 2005, the U.S. Correctional Special Operations Group (U.S. C-SOG) and the Australia-based Harrington Group also announced an agreement to develop weapons capable of introducing a piezoelectric charge to “traditional ammunition and other projectiles such as rubber bullets,” according to a jointly issued press release. With a patent pending, the two companies have trademarked the weapon technology under the name “ShockRounds.”&lt;br /&gt;U.S. C-SOG is a corrections training firm specializing in emergency tactical operations for penal institutions; it boasts of having relationships with more than 4,000 correctional institutions in 14 countries. The companies describe ShockRounds as a “safe, less-lethal” product designed to provide correctional employees with a new way to subdue inmates and to quell “serious crowd disturbances and threat situations.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raytheon, based in Palo Alto, Calif., is also testing numerous “non-lethal” weapons for military use, with funding from the National Institute of Justice. According to FOIA documents obtained by the U.S. Sunshine Project (&lt;a href="http://www.sunshine-project.org/"&gt;http://www.sunshine-project.org/&lt;/a&gt;), Raytheon’s Pulsed Energy Projectiles (PEPs) fire a laser burst of expanding plasma—a collection of charged particles containing equal parts positive ions and electrons. (In science fiction terms, this could best be described as a “raygun.”)&lt;br /&gt;PEPs can be used from as far as two kilometers away, and are designed to create severe and debilitating pain resulting in temporary paralysis. Of particular concern is the fact that PEPs, apparently ready for use as early as 2007, are being investigated for use against “rioters,” according to the British science magazine New Scientist.&lt;br /&gt;And an Anderson, Ind.-based company, Xtreme Alternative Defense Systems (XADS), is marketing their Close Quarters Shock Rifle to the military. The Shock Rifle projects plasma toward a target, and can be used for shutting down the ignition systems of vehicles, as well as for crowd control.&lt;br /&gt;According to a New Scientist interview with XADS president Peter Bitar, the weapon can fire “a stream of electricity like water out of a hose at one or many targets in a single sweep.” An even more advanced form of the weapon may have a range of more than 300 feet. New Scientist noted that this version would utilize a tabletop-sized laser to produce an intense pulse that would ionize the air itself. The process would produce “long, thread-like filaments of glowing plasma that [could] be sustained by repeating the pulse every few milliseconds.” The effect would be one of a shock similar to that of one of Taser’s 50,000-volt stun guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raytheon is also pursuing a microwave-technology-based weapon, named the Active Denial System (ADS), which fires a 95-gigahertz beam at its targets. Thus far, what is known about ADS is that people hit by the weapon’s beam experience a sharp rise in body heat and severe pain within five seconds of contact, an experience that is supposed to prompt targets to run in the other direction. A vehicle-mounted version of the weapon is already being designed for use in Iraq, while other portable versions are being designed for both U.S. Marine Corps and domestic law enforcement use.&lt;br /&gt;A 2005 Reuters article noted that tests of the weapon have taken place at the Kirtland Air Force base in Albuquerque, N.M. As a part of those tests, researchers first made sure that participants removed all glasses, contact lenses and metal objects like keys, to prevent serious injury—of course, the conditions of real-world use are less controlled.&lt;br /&gt;“How do you ensure that the dose doesn’t cross the threshold for permanent damage?” asked Neil Davison, coordinator of the non-lethal weapons research project at Britain’s Bradford University, in the Reuters article. Notably, one controlled test in New Mexico has already resulted in serious injury to a test subject, apparently after a higher-than-normal ADS power level setting was used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Non-lethal” is still the operative term with all of these new weapons, but civilian experience with Taser stun guns shows that “non-lethal” means “usually not lethal.” Since 2001, roughly 200 people have died after being stunned with Tasers. Taser International, Inc., attributes all of the deaths to other causes, including acute intoxication and “excited delirium.” The U.S. Department of Justice has launched an investigation to review some of those deaths.&lt;br /&gt;The rapid evolution of electricity-based weaponry raises concerns for abuse by governments and law enforcement agencies that have already demonstrated a propensity to use electrical shock weaponry as a form of torture.&lt;br /&gt;During a March 2005 debate with Taser CEO Rick Smith, Amnesty International USA’s William Schulz pointed out that “stun technology in general is one of the most widely used instruments of torture around the world.”&lt;br /&gt;Human rights advocates everywhere should bear that in mind. The new wave of shock technology isn’t just around the corner—it’s already here.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the Nation Institute’s Investigative Fund for research support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-116966799189132640?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/116966799189132640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=116966799189132640' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/116966799189132640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/116966799189132640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2007/01/men-set-your-tasers-to-stun.html' title='Men, set your tasers to stun.......'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-116845286934161972</id><published>2007-01-10T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T13:21:39.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back with vengeance</title><content type='html'>I am back for now.&lt;br /&gt;I hate Comcast, they are a crappy cable company with the worst customer service ethics I have ever encountered!&lt;br /&gt;Stever Burke CEO of Comcast, if I ever see you on the street I will kick you square in the shin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhmmm now that that is out of my system. On to me.&lt;br /&gt;I am in love. I am looking for a larger dwelling to hold all of my stuff and the stuff of the love.&lt;br /&gt;I have been going to a lot of concerts and eating a lot of yogurt. Both do the body good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of last night I have officially wrote my first song. I am writing a rock opera. Yeah cool huh!&lt;br /&gt;Think Tommy on PCP and Mel Brooks cockfighting in a shoe box. That doesn't explain the rock opera but is a pretty funny mental image.&lt;br /&gt;The love, well ok since we are all friend his name is Jarred. Jarred is helping me with music portion. I am just now learning to play guitar and read music. (fuck i just got yogurt on my shirt) That whole thing started b/c Jarred needed me to play a part in one of his songs. So I thought it would be better if I knew what I was doing. Funny that now I am having him play my songs. Really he just plays something then I yay or nay it. Then I attempt to get the sound out of my mouth in a form that he can understand. That is pretty hard. Like when you try to tell you mechanic what noise your car is making. Makes no sense until you hear it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;We seem to work very well as a team. I want to share the idea of rock opera with you, but there might be ease droppers. Sneaky bastards have been stealing my ideas and putting them in Mountain Dew commercials for years. Not this one.. you hear me NOT THIS ONE!&lt;br /&gt;I will say that it will not be for everyone. It will however be highly entertaining for the select people that get it. I am very excited about it. I jumped in the car and drove across town to Jarred's work last night to tell him all about it. I almost choked on my sub I was talking so fast.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to really try to not flake on this. I do that alot with most of my ideas. That is why I was hesitant to mention it to anyone. I think that it might be good enough to see through. I will however need lots of help. How many girls to you think it would take to make a descent chorus line? hmmm I am thinking 5-7. Anyway One thing at a time Cinnamon.&lt;br /&gt;So that pretty much is it. I hate my job i hate Comcast Cable Company i love my boyfriend and i love yogurt. yep that is it.&lt;br /&gt;hope ya'll are swell :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-116845286934161972?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/116845286934161972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=116845286934161972' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/116845286934161972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/116845286934161972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-with-vengeance.html' title='Back with vengeance'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-116621980708561173</id><published>2006-12-15T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T16:56:47.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>alive and kickin</title><content type='html'>i suck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-116621980708561173?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/116621980708561173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=116621980708561173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/116621980708561173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/116621980708561173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/12/alive-and-kickin.html' title='alive and kickin'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115946155484578472</id><published>2006-09-28T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T12:39:14.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Wanted</title><content type='html'>I want a new job. Do you think I could make more than 30,000 a year working at a record store?&lt;br /&gt;OK so I don't even make that much now, but I am really hating my job now adays. It is getting harder to come to work and play nice all day long.&lt;br /&gt;Why is finacial stability so damn important anyway. Other than I like my car and my cell phone and shoes, and eating food. Dang it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am for real tho if you know of any record shops, not FYE's or Karma's or SUPER MEGA DUPER RECORDS that is hiring give me a call. I am over this job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115946155484578472?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115946155484578472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115946155484578472' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115946155484578472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115946155484578472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/09/help-wanted_28.html' title='Help Wanted'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115878767745794865</id><published>2006-09-20T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T17:44:07.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HII OHHH</title><content type='html'>It is nice to see y'all haven't forgot about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am not sure what to catch you up on. I offered a friend a place to crash that turned out to be a place to dwell. Completely different things, thankfully he failed a piss test and didn't get the job that he was moving to town for. That sounded mean........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went a wedding of an old friend from high school. I saw the whole crew, minus Doug. Doug usually was the one missing or hiding so the reunion was more familular than thought. It was a jolly good time. Sat next to the old love most of the evening. His girlfriend was nice, and I was promised next time we hang out I will see a picture of his son. I hear it has red hair.&lt;br /&gt;We all reministed of past adventures while getting completely polluted on cheap beer and tequila shots. I puked out my best friend's car all the way back to her and her husband's house. then again in the drive way, then again on hubby's car hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I was hanging out with Brandon quite a bit. This prompted the spanish inquision... except I expected this. I am now only speaking to him when he calls me in the middle of the night to tell him secrets from my childhood to record. He is in the process of making his first album. I am really proud of his lust for it. I like to help any way that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I got a new tatoo. Erin the previously mentioned best friend and I got matching tatties. Our hetero love song for each other is Black by Pearl Jam. That has just been our song since well what seems like forever. Our first bond was over music and contiues to this day to me a much need glue after long seperations. So Erin for her 25th b-day wanted to get the first few notes of the song on her wrist. I agreed to pledge my eternal connection to her in the same way. Though I was iffy about the wrist. I do not spead as much time in Hot Topic as she does. I decided to add a large trebile note and put it on my foot. (the pics will come later)&lt;br /&gt;I am happpy with it. The quailty is good considering the artist was asleep when we got there. The signigance of this not only is the song but the words "sheet of empty canvas" Much like our skin and more so like our young minds when we discovered the song.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the battle of the bands @ Birdy's after that. I enjoyed myself!&lt;br /&gt;I worked Oranje on Saturday. If you were in the VIP and got a beverage...that was me :)&lt;br /&gt;That was great! I didn't get out the VIP but had a blast in that itty bitty room b/sing with all the people that came in. The whole thing is great exposer for the artists involved. I am a supporter of that any day. Afterward ran into Arrrrrrmando. Have had little contact with him last year or so. We clicked as if we didn't hate each other. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much brings me to today. The big wig bosses were in town yesterday and today at my work. The not so big wig boss Tammy told me today that "they are impressed with you". That can't be a bad thing. I am however ill. I have been since Monday. Ironiclly or Karmoniclly I called in sick on Friday.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115878767745794865?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115878767745794865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115878767745794865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115878767745794865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115878767745794865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/09/hii-ohhh.html' title='HII OHHH'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115799875229315937</id><published>2006-09-11T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T14:19:12.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>checking in</title><content type='html'>i am alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115799875229315937?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115799875229315937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115799875229315937' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115799875229315937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115799875229315937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/09/checking-in.html' title='checking in'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115576269133076471</id><published>2006-08-16T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:11:31.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday</title><content type='html'>AAAAAAHHHh finally Sunday. Frank Black was playing at Birdy's. Shannon and I were to go. We didn't I couldn't make it out for anything other than mexican food. Brandon went back to life in Frankfort. I stayed on the couch still listening to the records.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115576269133076471?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115576269133076471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115576269133076471' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115576269133076471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115576269133076471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/08/someday.html' title='Someday'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115576191426934190</id><published>2006-08-16T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:09:20.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa-turd-ay</title><content type='html'>I slept most of the day ok all of the day. I didn't leave my apartement until like 8 PM. I got several calls from Brandon wondering where the hell I was. I made it to Local's Only in time to get one free PBR and meet up with everyone. Frankie was back and her and I came up with the best fake band EVER! I can't go into too much detail but our mascot will be Chris Mosson and it has something to do with "the smell of rock and roll" She has a small notebook and we begin writing our first songs. I write a line then her then me...get the idea. I deside to include more people. I go around and ask random people to contribute. Most were sports some have ego issues and some are just bad writers. No names though. I get pretty tipsy and the bands are ROCKIN!. I finally get to see Neverthus the deadbeats. wowwowowow! I am going to see them this Friday at The Rouge with Big Big Car. They were great as well. (Shawn Kemp is everything)&lt;br /&gt;It was the Standard Recording Party. So Everything, Now! goes on. The last band that most of us are going to see at the summit. (Pravada was the offical last band but across town) HOLY FUCKIN SHIT. They dedicate the last song that might ever be played by that line up (not spreading rumors) "this is dedicated to Brandon Jackson and nobody else" I loose it. He looses. everyone who knows him looses it. I have never cried in a bar bathroom before. i did that night after they walked off stage. They ripped into sister rae (velvet underground)and everyone was on stage just THRASHING! random band members from all the other bands ran to the stage. pots and pans, keyboards, spoons,  anything that could make noise was being played. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL!&lt;br /&gt;After that we needed drink heavily. We quickly try to get to The Rouge to see the end of Pravada. No luck. Wait outside till the club closes. Get wind of a party. Go the host is very nice and gracious. Then we get the boot beacuse the neighbor is trying to sleep. How dare they. It is 4 AM on the last day fo the summit. I try to convience Tylor to rob a liquor store with me, I think he was close. So we head to the deadbeats to pick up the santa gear and drop off Frankie. Brandon and i head home to listen to records.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115576191426934190?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115576191426934190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115576191426934190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115576191426934190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115576191426934190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/08/sa-turd-ay.html' title='Sa-turd-ay'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115564666956119797</id><published>2006-08-15T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T16:49:27.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuckfriday</title><content type='html'>I had a crap day at work and it carried over to the evening. I met Barndon Silk Jammies Jackson after work. He had all my clothes on. My silk pajama pants, cubs shirt, and yellow striped baseball socks. It was quite funny because he has 10 inches and 70 pounds on me. I was a little upset that his ass looked better in the pants than mine. Him and I wondered around for a bit and ran into this chick "Frankie" &lt;-- stage name--- Hit up the end of the Pravada show at Indy CD and Vinyl. ONE FOOT IN TFRONT OF THE OTHER!... So fuckin good! Love em and am now a completely converted fan. They have that song on the compilation MMS cd that I hoisted out of the ladies room at Jazz Cooker. I can't stop listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;Hit up Hot Box for some perfect bread sticks and muy calinte pizza. Frankie has made it quite clear she is going no where without Brandon or I. Which annoyed me at first then I just gave in. She actually turned out to be highly entertainig. We check out the alley stage at The Alley Cat. Some metal band from Chicago called hmmmm Somthing Raise. They were great as well. Old school metal which is where I of course got my start and my heart will always belong. So I has happy, althoguh I honestly thought my ears would bleed. We missed Mike from Muncie so we headed up to 56th street. We spent most of the night at Locals Only. I however spent most of the night out side. I was very tired and very cranky everyone noticed. Ended going to the Margot house and passing out rulers to everyone. I saw two sets of balls that had burst out of pants. That really was the upsetting. I left at like 6AM...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115564666956119797?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115564666956119797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115564666956119797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115564666956119797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115564666956119797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/08/fuckfriday.html' title='Fuckfriday'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115559130083322291</id><published>2006-08-14T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T16:42:01.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From under a rock</title><content type='html'>Wow I have not blogged in so long. There has been so much that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;but I don't rememeber.&lt;br /&gt;I will start with what I do rememeber. This weekend, Midwest Music Summit.&lt;br /&gt;Now for you few that didn't make it to BroadRipple HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;It was a fucking great time! OH my god I fell in love with music all over again. My friend Brandon came down from back home on Wednesday. Him and Laura got to my house at like midnight to crash. I was up until 4 b/c Brandon apparently was housing a lion with a cold inside his mouth. Reluctantly I get up a couple hours later and go to work. It is horrible, but I managed to trick them into letting me leave early. I was to meet up Brandon and the crew at 5:30 in the Ripple for the kick off of MMS Intake party and so we could get free wristbands! Thanks to Chris Mosson where ever you are for the hookup! If anyone reading this saw Santa Thursday that was Brandon. I would not be surprised if his pic is on someones blog or the cover of the Nuvo. I am not kidding, people were standing in line to get dry humped by him and get their pics taken with him. Too funny! And the funniest part was him smelling like rotting garbage. So we watched Everything, Now! from Muncie. I have hung out with Dick the bass player a few times he is from back home. They were FUCKIN GREAT! Santa played tamborine during their set. I love it when Crafty the singer screams. It is a great primal cartoon scream. &lt;a href="http://jeffbedel.com/Music/mms611/index_4.html"&gt;http://jeffbedel.com/Music/mms611/index_4.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that ended and we gathered the crew and chilled on the canal while they went on a beer run. We had to sit in this mini van and drink it so we didn't have to share or get arrested. I think it was something like 11 of us in this van. It was like we were at a high school football game. then tylor So and So came a knocking inviting us to some party at an acupunturists. Cool, grabbed the beers and walked a few blocks were has some time to kill till the next bands we wanted to see at the vogue. Chilled there ate some meat in the shape of a hot dog got drunk and dry humped by Santa. then mosson grafettied my forearms with markers while i saw Pravada kissing santa claus under the acupunture diagram...if only the song went like that.&lt;br /&gt;We gather the party and head to The Vogue. Apparently we were waiting on Casey So and So. I left Santa in the basement and headed out with the strangers. Get in chill get a call from santa, i have all his earthly possesions in my purse and he can't get in. sneak a few beers out and get him in. Never seen santa dance like he did. I was doubled over laughing I couldn't catch my breath. the bouncers almost booted him b/c some crazy threesome mimic. too fun! Then Murder By Death came on........WOW. Sonny told me that "the singer is in a band that isn't a sellout called Mustache. He is a REAL music fan" I will take Sonny's word for it. But they were GREAT!!! Sound like they would be on a sound track of Kill Bill. The singer has a great voice and a scary stage persense. I was highly impressed. I had to dip after that I couldn't stay for the so and so's. Or the after party. I had to work Friday early.&lt;br /&gt;I get a call from Santa and Mosson at 5:15 A fucking M, they left the after party on foot and were lost somewhere on 42nd street. I had to go pick their stinky asses up. I made them showere before they laid down on my couch and bed. I made it home just in time to get ready and leave for work. bastards!........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115559130083322291?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115559130083322291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115559130083322291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115559130083322291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115559130083322291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/08/from-under-rock.html' title='From under a rock'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115446733774144303</id><published>2006-08-01T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T17:22:17.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CastroHat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060801/ap_on_re_la_am_ca/cuba_castro_42;_ylt=Akp7a.7VkizhFd_AgbqmCVdhxXsA;_ylu=X3oDMTBiMW04NW9mBHNlYwMlJVRPUCUl"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060801/ap_on_re_la_am_ca/cuba_castro_42;_ylt=Akp7a.7VkizhFd_AgbqmCVdhxXsA;_ylu=X3oDMTBiMW04NW9mBHNlYwMlJVRPUCUl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115446733774144303?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115446733774144303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115446733774144303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115446733774144303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115446733774144303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/08/castrohat.html' title='CastroHat'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115317024848630595</id><published>2006-07-17T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T17:04:08.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EXPOse</title><content type='html'>I was not witness to most of the madness that is called black Expo last year. I live downtown now. In the thick of activity.&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen so many damn people. not even during the 500 parade. not even during the height of christmas shopping, not even NCAA. I will also add. i have not seen that many uniform (cops, mounties, sherriff, deputies, security, cub scouts) in my entire life. there was a city wide tatical force to be recond with. no parking on the street. cops only.&lt;br /&gt;I hit up the south side in search of beer on Friday. stupid law abidding clerks noticing my expired license.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I waited until the last minute to get to work on time for the Phil Lesh and Friends show. It was GREAT! Made the top 8. and i was getting paid to be there! Phil saw me doing cartwheels in the grass during sound check. I skipped to my bar..."i love my job" humming from my lips.&lt;br /&gt;the day was long and torturing hot. seeing a throwback kid( Walker) and the quality tunes made the heat tolerable. The crowd was cool, despite new strick nazi law on one drink per person and id everytime. No wrist bands no nothing. just a big fat black marker for the asses that gave us any guff. I was itching to X someone's hand but they all accepted my rules. The OAR show a few days before ruined the White River Lawn experience forever. Damn kids trying to drink all the beer! The company got popped serving someone with no id and letting an underage drunk employee serve.........yes that in its self was a triple wammie. bonus...... new boss man in charge didnt have the company licqour license on site! that was the straw that broke the proverbial camel toes back. So ss law goes into effect to save his arse.&lt;br /&gt;Finished up there then attempted to head to the murat for a hiphop after party. I was a back up incase they got busy. the 5 minute trip took me 45 minutes. Lame turn out as always and we headed to living room until last call.&lt;br /&gt;I slept a lot of Sunday too hot to do much of anything. then late in the day attempted to make it to the office to get caught up. that didn't go well.&lt;br /&gt; got back downtown as the "free concert' was letting out. this is when i decided to take a vacation to the country next black expo. i had to park in the back parking lot. if you know, you know that doesn't happen. there was not a spot for MILES, not blocks.... MILES. Hummers, Expiditions, Caddis, parked on one way cobblestone streets.... are u kidding me!?!! I drove on the sidewalk for a brief bit b/c of some damn hummer. Also no gas station trips allowed. too many people hanging out at them. that is something that baffles me more than hummers on oneways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115317024848630595?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115317024848630595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115317024848630595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115317024848630595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115317024848630595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/07/expose.html' title='EXPOse'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115309895679609754</id><published>2006-07-16T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:48:37.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fastest typed blog in the history</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/hairpull.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/hairpull.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been promised an assistant. It has been over a month and only 2 interviews.&lt;br /&gt;The boss is not doing much and the company will not advertise. So basicly if i want help, if i want to hold on to that sliver of a social life i have. I have to go out and find a bitch to help my ass out!&lt;br /&gt;Is that really fair? Does it fubin matter! Now on top of this crap. Boss has passed me some of her work. The boss's boss is in works of adding some more duties. I am literally listening to them in the other room discussing my demise.&lt;br /&gt;So do you want to be my assistan? any of you in blog land?&lt;br /&gt;(like more than 4 people read this fubbing thing)&lt;br /&gt;They pay well, it is only 25 hours aweek to do the paper work I can't get to and maybe answer the phones. That saves plenty of tiem to take care of your kids or drug habit! I am very easy to work with. :)&lt;br /&gt;anyone! anyone? anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115309895679609754?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115309895679609754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115309895679609754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115309895679609754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115309895679609754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/07/fastest-typed-blog-in-history.html' title='fastest typed blog in the history'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115219529730000826</id><published>2006-07-06T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T10:30:04.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>Free form writing is wonderful! I love not worrying about spelling, grammer, or even if the words that come out exist. That really is all I have to say right now.&lt;br /&gt;                                                  OH wait! I do have something else to say.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a woman in her late 30's give or take a decade. She was jogging down 10th street at the intersection of Penn. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, please tell me some one else that is reading this saw her!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She had short blonde hair, short stature but not thin. She had a silver suit on. It looked something like teflon. I thought for a momont that she might have escaped from a Beck video or something.  Or buck Rodgers. I only breafly saw her but loved every second of it. It gave me a great chuckle at 7 am. Then I saw an odd black van that has some orange flashing light inside of it. The ones that are normally on top, that kinda spin. That was not the best description, but hopefully you get it. I wonder why the "rounder light" was on the inside. What is the caution inside the van?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115219529730000826?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115219529730000826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115219529730000826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115219529730000826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115219529730000826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115211702610747629</id><published>2006-07-05T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T13:04:39.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year</title><content type='html'>I am going to be 25 on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;To most of you the thought of me being old is absurd. It is, compared to a 65 year old. I am not scared of getting old or that patch of gray hair on my crown growing. I am however scared of uneventfulness and wasting time. I have spent a greater part of my life delaying, procrastinating, and avoiding. What the hell have been doing!?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that I have lived a life were I have no regrets. I have no specific opportunity that I have missed or great escaped love.&lt;br /&gt;I do however think sometimes what if. I know everyone does at some point. What if I had stayed in band in 5th grade. What if I had been dedicated to a dream just a little more. If your are not dedicated to it then is it still a dream or just a fantasy? What if I had walked away?&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking on my way to work this morning. Is it really too late? Is it too late to take a major life changing step? Is it too late to get some fuckin balls? Is is it too late to..... anything. 25 seems so infinite right now. I have seen a lot yet have seen not an inkling to what I want to see. What if I had not compromised? What if I left? What if I had stayed?&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep asking those questions. I really need to change the questions. Questioning keeps life going, but it is a matter of asking the right ones.&lt;br /&gt;Is going back to school fundemtal to my progress as a human being? (I know reading is fundamental)&lt;br /&gt;Is nesting in Indy the best I can do?&lt;br /&gt;Can I really find a suitable person in the masses to have a thought provoking conversation with and not be annoyed by them in 10 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;I could dwell on the recent events and let it consume all my thoughts. But luckily I have the attention span of a gold fish so that doesn't happen. Though that might add to my dilemmas it alleviates then as well. Birthdays are odd. But they are the only real "holiday" that I think is worthy of anything. You are celebrating the fact that this person is alive or that you know this person. Not because you have to, but because you want to.&lt;br /&gt;I have come a long way since my last birthday. I was reminded of that when I realized that it was Security Dude's birthday today. That made me start thinking what I was doing a year ago. Thinking about the mind frame I was in then. I am not nescesarily better off than I was. I am however more comfortable, more knowledgeable, more experienced, more enlightened. That sounds like it was because of him. Nah, the only thing I learned from him was .....say it with me kids........NEVER DATE SOMEONE YOU WORK WITH........ We all know this rule and most of us will along the course of our lives break it. None the less it is a good rule. One of those rules that can only be learned the hard way. Like touching a hot pan.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine once told me "never date some one you work with or some one you meet in a bar. So I guess that makes it a double whammy."&lt;br /&gt;With all the other issues I have dealt with and fires I have pissed on I have survived.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess my 24th year on this dirty rock wasn't so damn bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115211702610747629?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115211702610747629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115211702610747629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115211702610747629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115211702610747629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-year.html' title='Another year'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115211017866693716</id><published>2006-07-05T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T10:38:08.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet and Low</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.masson.us/blog/?p=1560"&gt;http://www.masson.us/blog/?p=1560&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veteransforpeace.org/impeachment/declaration_of_impeachment.pdf"&gt;http://www.veteransforpeace.org/impeachment/declaration_of_impeachment.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am borrowing this from my neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, it is much more usefull than a cup of sugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115211017866693716?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115211017866693716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115211017866693716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115211017866693716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115211017866693716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/07/sweet-and-low.html' title='Sweet and Low'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115210951881071967</id><published>2006-07-05T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T10:25:18.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss kiss bang bang</title><content type='html'>SEOUL, South Korea -&lt;br /&gt;North Korea test-fired a seventh missile Wednesday, intensifying the furor that began when the reclusive regime defied international protests by launching a long-range missile and at least five shorter-range rockets earlier in the day.&lt;br /&gt;The North's state-run media said Wednesday that the country was prepared to cope with any provocation by the United States. The announcer on the Korean Central Broadcasting Station did not mention the missile tests earlier in the day.&lt;br /&gt;He also said North Korea's "strong war deterrent" has kept the country at peace. The state-run media often accuses Washington of planning an attack on Pyongyang.&lt;br /&gt;An official at the&lt;br /&gt;South Korea Joint Chiefs of Staff confirmed that North Korea had tested a seventh missile that was either short- or medium-range. The official, who spoke on condition of anonymity citing agency rules, had no additional details.&lt;br /&gt;Japan's Kyodo News agency reported that the missile landed six minutes after launch, but did not say where. The chief of Russia's general staff said that Russian tracking systems showed that Pyongyang may have launched up to 10 missiles during the day, the Interfax news agency reported.&lt;br /&gt;The missiles, all of which apparently fell harmlessly into the Sea of Japan, provoked international condemnation, the convening of an emergency meeting of the&lt;br /&gt;U.N. Security Council and calls in Tokyo for economic sanctions against the impoverished communist regime.&lt;br /&gt;North Korea remained defiant, with one official arguing that the country had the right to such launches. The tests and the impenitent North Korean attitude raised fears that further firings could follow.&lt;br /&gt;U.S. officials said North Korea fired a long-range Taepodong-2 early in the day, but that it failed shortly after takeoff, calling into question the technological capability of North Korea's feared ballistic missile program. Pyongyang last fired a long-range missile in 1998.&lt;br /&gt;The bold firings came under close international scrutiny of the North's missile launch facilities. The North American Aerospace Defense Command monitored the launches as they progressed but soon determined they were not a threat to the United States, a spokesman said.&lt;br /&gt;Some feared more firings. Pyongyang could test additional missiles soon despite the international outcry over Wednesday's launches, Australian Foreign Minister Alexander Downer said after making a protest via telephone to North Korea's ambassador to Canberra, Chon Jae Hong.&lt;br /&gt;"We think they probably do intend to launch more missiles in the next day or two," Downer told reporters, without explaining if the possibility of more tests came up in his talk with Chon.&lt;br /&gt;South Korea, separated from the North by the world's most heavily armed border, said the test launches would further deepen its neighbor's international isolation, sour public opinion in the South toward Pyongyang and hurt efforts to control weapons of mass destruction.&lt;br /&gt;The tests, which came as the United States celebrated the Fourth of July and launched the space shuttle Discovery, appeared timed to draw the most attention from Washington. Some speculated that Pyongyang wanted some of the spotlight focused on Iran.&lt;br /&gt;"North Korea wants to get the U.S. to direct bilateral negotiations by using the missile card," said Paik Hak-soon, a North Korea expert at the Seoul-based Sejong Institute. "Timing the launch date on July 4 is an attempt to apply maximum pressure on the U.S. government."&lt;br /&gt;North Korea remained undaunted. A North Korea Foreign Ministry official told Japanese journalists in Pyongyang that the regime there has an undeniable right to test missiles.&lt;br /&gt;"The missile launch is an issue that is entirely within our sovereignty. No one has the right to dispute it," Ri Pyong Dok, a researcher on Japanese affairs at the North's Foreign Ministry, said on footage aired by Japanese television network TBS. "On the missile launch, we are not bound by any agreement."&lt;br /&gt;Japanese national broadcaster NHK reported that an unidentified Foreign Ministry official in Pyongyang acknowledged the firing of the missiles, but Ri told reporters that diplomats such as himself are unaware of what the military is doing.&lt;br /&gt;In Russia, Interfax quoted the army chief of staff, Gen. Yuri Baluyevsky as saying the number of missiles fired by North Korea could be higher than the six cited by the U.S., Japan and South Korea.&lt;br /&gt;"According to various data, 10 missiles were launched. Some say that these were missiles of various classes; however, some claim that all missiles were intercontinental," Baluyevsky was quoted as saying at a news conference in the Russian Far East city of Chita.&lt;br /&gt;In Tokyo, Japanese Foreign Minister Taro Aso warned of a "very high possibility" the U.N. would level economic sanctions against North Korea. Japan also protested the launches officially through the Chinese capital, and banned a North Korean ferry from Japanese ports for six months.&lt;br /&gt;The tests followed weeks of mounting speculation that North Korea would launch a Taepodong-2. U.S. intelligence reports indicated Pyongyang was taking steps to prepare for a launch, but the timing was unknown. North Korea refused to confirm the preparations, but insisted it had the right to such a test.&lt;br /&gt;The test was likely to cast a pall over efforts to lure North Korea back to stalled six-party talks on its nuclear weapons program. Pyongyang has boycotted the negotiations to protest a U.S. crackdown on alleged North Korean counterfeiting and other financial crimes. A North Korean official said Wednesday his country would stand by that stance.&lt;br /&gt;Diplomatic moves over North Korea gathered pace. U.S. nuclear envoy Christopher Hill was to leave Washington for the region later on Wednesday, and the launches coincided with a trip by South Korea's security chief to Washington for consultations. China's vice-premier was also scheduled to go to Pyongyang next week.&lt;br /&gt;China, North Korea's neighbor and most important ally, urged all parties to remain calm.&lt;br /&gt;"We are seriously concerned with the situation which has already happened," Foreign Ministry spokesman Liu Jianchao said in a brief statement posted on the ministry's Web site.&lt;br /&gt;"We hope that all the relevant sides ... do more things which are conducive to peace and stability ... and not take any actions to escalate and complicate the situation," the statement said.&lt;br /&gt;Two U.S. State Department officials, who spoke on condition of anonymity, said the long-range missile was the Taepodong-2, North Korea's most advanced missile with a range of up to 9,320 miles. Some experts believe it could reach the United States with a light payload.&lt;br /&gt;The missiles all landed hundreds of miles away from Japan and there were no reports the missiles caused damage within Japanese territory, said Japanese spokesman Shinzo Abe.&lt;br /&gt;North Korea's missile program is based on Scud technology provided by the former Soviet Union or Egypt, according to American and South Korean officials. North Korea started its Rodong-1 missile project in the late 1980s and test-fired the missile for the first time in 1993.&lt;br /&gt;North Korea had observed a moratorium on long-range missile launches since 1999.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115210951881071967?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115210951881071967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115210951881071967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115210951881071967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115210951881071967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/07/kiss-kiss-bang-bang.html' title='kiss kiss bang bang'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115194074854288833</id><published>2006-07-03T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T11:32:28.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldest trick in the book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060703/ap_on_re_la_am_ca/mexico_elections_31;_ylt=AjCVXULulYBJTJsFzHUZs5Mdl.0A;_ylu=X3oDMTBiMW04NW9mBHNlYwMlJVRPUCUl"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060703/ap_on_re_la_am_ca/mexico_elections_31;_ylt=AjCVXULulYBJTJsFzHUZs5Mdl.0A;_ylu=X3oDMTBiMW04NW9mBHNlYwMlJVRPUCUl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, it worked for the US. Why shouldn't it work for Mexico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115194074854288833?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115194074854288833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115194074854288833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115194074854288833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115194074854288833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/07/oldest-trick-in-book.html' title='Oldest trick in the book'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115193427098541312</id><published>2006-07-03T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T11:30:37.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend update</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friday was for the birds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I met up with some crew memebers at the Raskeller. Ran into an old friend who's band was playing outside in the "garden" area. We had a few drinks and danced to some covers then headed to The Ugly Monkey against my better judgement. We had a few more drinks I managed to pace myself although the shots were a plenty. It was Heather's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After a few akward moments and statements the crew begins to thin out. Then all shit hits the fan! After a few loops around the block, car hopping, driver switching and we are headed south. I make it to Ak's house and then crash on the sofa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I woke up bright and early ready for Perry Park Pool. Met up with Jen and Colin threw on the ol' swim gear and loobed up with SPF 30. I have not been to a public pool since I was a kid. And I haven't basked in the sun in over a year. I actually had a realaxing time sweating the evil out from the night before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My new favorite thing in the world........ADULT SWIM. Hell ya.... that is when you can walk up to a sweet innocent 8 year old and steal their intertube. I promised to give it back( I am not that evil) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was out a bit long and have been paying the price since then. Heather and Ak met up wit us then we headed to Shallow's. Long live the Chicken Swamp nachos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I ditched everyone with promises to hang later. That never happened, I slept the rest of the day away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I got up Sunday and called Shay......."Wake up bitch it's 8:30, come downtown!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She rolled in and we hit up IMA to see the new ish. Well, we got 2 free passes to come back b/c not all the exibits were open. That was quite nice of them to spare me the $14. I haven't been there in awhile. I was bored with the textile exhibit. It was a few wedding dresses and blankets. Don't get me wrong they were all beautiful, just not as extensive as I was hoping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The reason I was stoked about going was to see the "On the Edge: Chinese Artists encounter the West" I was pleased with this. I was also quite pleased to have a lengthy conversation with an excited guard in the small European Paintings exhibit room. It's not everyday you get to stare at a Picasso. I was looking at the fire alarm near it, wondering if there was a fire if I should grab something and run. Not run like stealing it but run like I am rescuing a kitten. I would not accept the resonsibility for the Picasso. "you grab it....NO you grab it....." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ima-art.org/"&gt;http://www.ima-art.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;We ate at Bourbon Street then went shopping at Keystone Crossing, headed south to Key Cinemea for The Infamous Betty Page. We met a dim young man in the lobby that I believe started the convo with Shay "I hope this is a porno." We chatted for a bit with him before we took our seats. We were talking about our plans for our Prom and he butted in. "why you having a prom, are you guys swingers?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;What? how does having a party make us swingers, I wonder if he knows what that is. Shay joked maybe we should invite him. I refused. "If he has to ask why we are having an 80's Prom then he can't come." Simple rule of mine. If you have to ask me why I am doing something then you can't join me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The movie was good, not raunchy and nicely shot. Only touching lightly on the non pinup aspect of her life. Well, other than the religion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115193427098541312?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115193427098541312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115193427098541312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115193427098541312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115193427098541312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/07/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend update'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115170237115782346</id><published>2006-06-30T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:19:31.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/jump.jsp?itemID=12396&amp;itemType=PRODUCT&amp;amp;crosssell=1"&gt;http://www.anthropologie.com/jump.jsp?itemID=12396&amp;itemType=PRODUCT&amp;amp;crosssell=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115170237115782346?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115170237115782346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115170237115782346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115170237115782346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115170237115782346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/06/birthday-wish.html' title='Birthday wish'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115169329859351684</id><published>2006-06-30T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T14:48:18.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Distraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060630/ap_on_go_pr_wh/bush_koizumi_graceland"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060630/ap_on_go_pr_wh/bush_koizumi_graceland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115169329859351684?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115169329859351684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115169329859351684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115169329859351684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115169329859351684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/06/simple-distraction.html' title='Simple Distraction'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115150133251766326</id><published>2006-06-28T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T10:45:31.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HeavyMetal</title><content type='html'>I am so happy to be back in my uncomfortable chair, sitting at my cluttered desk.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I went to some alternate universe. I have been back home in Frankfort for the last couple of days. I hate that place. I loath going back everytime since I moved away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Brian Jackson's funeral was yesterday. I met up with everyone Monday afternoon @ Pepe's to go to the viewing. I honestly can't really describe the torture that these last few days were. I have seen things I have never seen, I have heard things I have never heard before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying not to be too ... anything. I was not Anthony's best friend, his ex girl friend, or his brother. I was just an aquaintence. A good friend of Brandon's and J's ex. So why am I so effected by this? I was telling Teo that this felt like I had a band aid over a wound and then when Brandon spoke to me it was like he ripped it off. The wound exposed to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw so many people that I haven't seen in years. A few I was glad to see most I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;The viewing on Monday was nice, there were tons of people there. Brandon sat in a back parlor most of the time playing Anthony's tape over and over again. Anthony had made a 7 track tape for Laura his ex a few days before. One of his friends had transfered it to digie and made a bunch cd's and passed them out at the funeral. It is good. It was his dedication to her. She was holding it together pretty well until the funeral service. That was the first time I had seen her cry since it happened. She believes that since she didn't come back to him he did this. Unfortunately there might be a bit of truth in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the viewing we all met back up @ Pepe's we got the whole up stairs to ourselves. They closed early and let us stay late. They were really cool about the situation. There was a lot of cats there. It was a wierd mixture. J and Matt were complete asses. Drunken fools all night. I some how had become mother hen for both of them. It was beyond control though.&lt;br /&gt;After Pepe's closed we headed back to Brandon's. Things just kept getting worse. There were even tag alongs, people that just came for the suicide party. By the end of the evening 2 relationships were ended. Matt and J got in a fist fight IN my car. J was in the front seat, matt and greeno were in the back. J lost it. I think it might have something to do with Matt eyeballing me the last couple of days. He jumped out of the car and drung matt out by his neck. Then proceded to choke him. Greeno and i are about the same size. it was little rouch getting j off of him. Matt stayed with greeno and I took j to his apt. I was planning on going back to Indy. I had nothing but a toothbrush with me. I couldn't stay with j again. That was too much for me to handle. Well I didn't get to go home and had to run to Laf the next morning to buy a complete outfit. undies shoes and all.&lt;br /&gt;J had lost his ever loving mind. he was somewhat off to begin with, I mean since I met him. He really has lost all concept of reality and the little social skills he had. he honestly needs to be commited.&lt;br /&gt;OK here, I will give a &lt;em&gt;to the T&lt;/em&gt; refernce. I was Hunter S. Thompson he is Doctor Gonzo( Fear and Loathing in Frankfort). Only I didn't wake up with a Z on my forehead. If i had a cardboard box to sleep under I would have. That was most f'd up shit I have even been through. Then had to wake up the next day and pretend nothing happen. Pretend he wasn't completely insane and stand there while he hugged me. b/c if I say something he will flip out. then who knows what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;They played Flamming Lips, Do you realize during the service. The place was packed! Ja nd I got there only a minute before it bagan. There were 2 random seats at the very front, they looked out of place. But htey faced the family directly. I was very thnkful we had them. I needed to see Brandon's face. There were people standing in the hallway and outside it was so packed. The service was good the preacher "spoke to the young adults" in the room about how suicide is not the answer. A massive long line of people headed to the cemetary. The burial was quick. Brandon demanded that we get to see them lower him down. That was horrible. The dirty old man sweating over the crank as he lowered him down. Only the friends stayed for it. We pillaged the bouquets and each through a rose in. Only brandon's was on the casket inside the coffin. Then more drinking. I had to get the hell out of town. I was having a lot of trouble dealing with J. I was sick to my stomach and all I wanted to do was sit on my sister's couch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115150133251766326?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115150133251766326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115150133251766326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115150133251766326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115150133251766326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/06/heavymetal.html' title='HeavyMetal'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115132710005028620</id><published>2006-06-26T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T12:31:31.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AJ</title><content type='html'>Hey Ah Na Na&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is spoken&lt;br /&gt;Spoken&lt;br /&gt;Confidence is broken&lt;br /&gt;Broken&lt;br /&gt;Sustenance is stolen&lt;br /&gt;Stolen&lt;br /&gt;Arrogance is potent&lt;br /&gt;What I see is unreal&lt;br /&gt;I've written my own part&lt;br /&gt;Eat of the apple, so young&lt;br /&gt;I'm crawling back to start&lt;br /&gt;Hey Ah Na Na&lt;br /&gt;A romance is fallen&lt;br /&gt;Fallen&lt;br /&gt;I repent tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Is suspended my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Recommend you borrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not putting these Alice in Chain lyrics on here to just be glib.&lt;br /&gt;I just know that was one of his favorite songs because it is one of my favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was wonderful and fun and a great time.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was chill.&lt;br /&gt;Then after avoiding the stalker calls and texts all morning I checked the text as Shay and I roll into the Kohl's parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;"ANTHONY HUNG HIMSELF LAST NIGHT. PLEASE CALL ME"&lt;br /&gt;In my shock I screamed, Shay almost ran over some people.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony, man. He is jus a kid only 23. He is like everyone's little brother. BRANDON. Oh my god! Brandon has to be freaking out. These are the thoughts that over crowded my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the ex and almost couldn't believe the story. Anthony hung himself in Brandon and Amie's basement early Sat morning. He recorded 7 songs over the last couple of days as sort of his farewell. Brandon found him Saturday morning with his guitar around his neck.&lt;br /&gt;I have never lost a friend before. I have been fortunate enough to only be to 3 funerals in my life. Two grandparents and one great grandparent.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I had got back "home" most of the old crew was gathered at Brandon's and 3 sheets to the wind. The look in B's eyes was almost too much for me to handle. Brandon and I have drifted apart over the last couple of years, but in moments we are always back to normal. Not this time. I could see that he hated me, he hated me for not being there more. he hated me for not seeing anthony before he died. Later in the night in his drunking fit he told me that he used to love me that he used to know me. I was immediately heart broken. I have been a little numb lately to a lot of things but that, that was like a fucking karate kick to the soul. I got kinda the same vibe from the rest of the crew as we talked of past times. None bothered me as much as him. He was handling it just the way I thought he would. He was drunk, pissed, sarcastic, and trying to get someone to punch him in the face.&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after I got there he decided to go to a concert at the local american legion. Me being a tourist now don't know a lot of the people there. But being a past constant on the scene run into a significant number of blast from the pasts. Christ, Jarred and James were even there. The kids that I curpted in high school. They were 16 and 15, I was 18.... you get the picture. They are now all grown up and solid alcoholics from what I gather. Everyone there knows now what happened to Anthony. Brandon, after a few more drinks lays in the middle of the floor, in the middle of the pathetic mosh pit of teenagers with bad homemade hair cuts.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone to step on his face. After a bit everyone final conviences him to get up. Security is a groupd of brothers that we all know and have hung out with for years. We all know that when they get mad, you walk the fuck away. After a few swings, a few misses, a few people crying and some ridiculous off the wall racial slers we are back to the house. We gather in the basement. Brandon is now taking people on "ghost tours" reenactment the days events.&lt;br /&gt;The songs of Elliot Smith are deafing through out the house. I wonder from room to room in and out side. I finally get pissed enough at Brandon. I have throw the damn Elliot album cover across the room at him. I demand he stop listening to him. Cursing ES for his words. Brandon smiles at me and gives me a hug then puts on something else.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I am there for weeks. I am pulled aside by Matt, he wants to move to San Francisco with me. His left field comment doesn't even phase me at this point. Somewhere a long the way I end up in the back of a van then am at The Scoreboard. That was last place I wanted to be. There were more assholes I didn't want to see that wanted to ask me un original questions about my life of late. I fell asleep in a booth half way through a vodka red bull. I remember the EX dancing and singing at the top of his lungs OFF the Wall by Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;I am shuffled out back in a van and then dropped off at Brandon's. There are still a few ppl wondering about from room to room. I take refuge in some dark room with a futon. The noise from the basement is so loud I am sure the neighbors hear every thing. When I am walking in James and his gf are carrying a bunch of computer parts from their trunk. I now know why. This is a ritual with the group. Breaking everything you can possibly spare to calm your self. I haven't seen em do it since we all got evicted from The Green House. We were throwing couches off balcony's, Diana almost got the end of a snow shovel through the head. I know this was worse. I stayed on the futon until the crashes and screams ended. I am sure this might seem absurd to some and a little insane. but for my friends it is part of the process. A controlled supervised vent. They spend most their waking lives bruting over deep social injustices and soul searching. This is bound to build up and the build up has to be released. No safer way than to smash a computer monitor with your foot while a friend hands you every light bulb in the house, but one. They left one in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;I left shortly after that. I stayed with the ex. ugggh.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was spent sleeping a lot and eating alot and laying the park on a giant white sheet. We camped out next to the log cabin and wishing well in TPA. It was a gorgeous day, not too hot. Followed byt milk shakes at The Milky Way. We finally made it back over to Brandon's for more of the same. Brandon and i had a brief chat. The wall is still there, but I am horribly aware now and madly driven to break the shit out it.&lt;br /&gt;Elliot Smith was replaced with a much more digestible Coltrane. The crackle of the record was soothing enough to put Ella Paz to sleep quickly. I had not had the pleasure of meeting her yet. I am sorry that it took the loss of her uncle to get me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The viewing is today I am leaving work a little early and am off tomorrow for the funeral. Another friend's dad had a heart attack Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;So I will be doing a double header tomorrow, Biscuits dad's is at the same funeral home. Immediately follow Anthony's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115132710005028620?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115132710005028620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115132710005028620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115132710005028620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115132710005028620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/06/aj.html' title='AJ'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115106914837397981</id><published>2006-06-23T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T09:25:48.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been at my current job for a year now! (patting myself on the back)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight is Tom Petty @ Deer Creek. I am meeting up with Shay, heather, and Ryan after i get off work. Should be a good night if the rain holds off. I know it will be soggy but cool. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hopefully I do not end up in a trunk although that seems to be a good story to share with people if I did. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&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/16226588-115106914837397981?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115106914837397981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115106914837397981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115106914837397981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115106914837397981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115083426402471378</id><published>2006-06-20T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:42:03.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting blanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/godhates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/godhates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was one of many ignorant protesters that showed up to try to ruin everyone's fun on Saturday. I worked all day at Jazz Fest Saturday. It was hot, sticky, and a shaky turn out. I did enjoy e.s.t. &lt;a href="http://www.est-music.com/"&gt;http://www.est-music.com/&lt;/a&gt; they were GOOD! I was at the bar that was right by the Jazz Central Stage that they played at. The first act was some barbershop thing they were almost unbarble. Playing much longer than any other small act at a festival in history. It seemed like they were beatboxing and high pitch harmonizing for days. I didn't get to make it over to the main stage to check out Govoner Davis, he is one of my favorites. Always a good show, he plays at the Slippery Noodle quite often. The first time I heard him was just a couple of weeks past my 21st. It was a small hole in the wall on the southside called That Place. My friend Brandon got up on stage and played git with em.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to the pic above. This man was one of many assholes outside the entrance of Jazz Fest. We heard them over the crowd. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying and didn't fully see their signs. I asked some one to go check it out. They came back and said they are protesting sodomy. Come again! Ummm what the hell was I missing on the other side of the park... was Jazz some how connected to sodomy that I was not aware of. Ok I had to go check it out. I had some 1 cover my post.&lt;br /&gt;Well lets just say I had a few things to saw to them. They were standing in military style along the sidewalks each with an offensive sign, mega phone, and bible. All I could think was the poor people standing at the light waiting patiently to cross the street with lawn chairs, kids, sunscreen all Ready for a good time.&lt;br /&gt;I was hot! After some words I went back to my bar grabbed my camera, so I could share this story with you all.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was pleasent.  eventually the crazies were gone either, chased off by free thinking humans or police. By the time the sun finally disappeared we got word of the storm. As we got all the volunteers gathered and the flaps up on the tent the wind was having its revenge for a stifling calm day. I got hit in the face by some random limbs and what nots. Carrie and I ran full speed to the parking garadge and made it in just as the rain came. We had to stop and help with a food tent that was blowing away. good times.&lt;br /&gt;I will say this for Jazz Fest this year, the line up was good. Other than that I was not too impressed. that might have had something to do with circumstances outside the Jazzfest sphere. I donno it might have had something to do with them telling me I couldn't put out a tip jar too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115083426402471378?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115083426402471378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115083426402471378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115083426402471378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115083426402471378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/06/shooting-blanks.html' title='Shooting blanks'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-115083205589622050</id><published>2006-06-20T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T15:34:15.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You stopped looking didn't you</title><content type='html'>The back of the Burt's Bees Milk and Honey Body lotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Naturally Beautiful Skin. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Directions: Apply all over your body as often as desired.&lt;br /&gt;Gentle enough for facial skin too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98.20% NATURAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingredients: Filtered water, sunflower seed oil, vegetable glycerin, coconut oil, stearic acid(vegatable fat), beeswax, fragrance, glucose(sugar), honey, milk powder, orange wax, tocopheryl acetate &amp; tocopherol (vitamin e), rosemary leaf oil, sucrose stearate (sugar emulsifier), aloe barbadenisis leaf juice, xanthan gum (natural borax), vegatable oil &amp;amp; beta carotene, glucose oxidase &amp; lactoperoxidase (natural enzymes).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one is not natural? The filtered water, but water can be filtered naturally. Is is the sugar emulsifier? The mystery fragrance.... or glucose oxidase &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glucose%5Foxidase"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glucose%5Foxidase&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-115083205589622050?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/115083205589622050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=115083205589622050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115083205589622050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/115083205589622050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-stopped-looking-didnt-you.html' title='You stopped looking didn&apos;t you'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-114979702617259795</id><published>2006-06-08T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T16:05:29.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Nancies</title><content type='html'>Could I have been&lt;br /&gt;A parking lot attendant&lt;br /&gt;Could I have been&lt;br /&gt;A millionaire in Bel Air&lt;br /&gt;Could I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lost somewhere in Paris&lt;br /&gt;Could I have been&lt;br /&gt;Your little brother&lt;br /&gt;Could I have been&lt;br /&gt;Oh, anyone other than me&lt;br /&gt;Could I have been&lt;br /&gt;Oh, anyone other than me&lt;br /&gt;Could I have been&lt;br /&gt;Anyone other than me&lt;br /&gt;Could I have beenAnyone&lt;br /&gt;He stands, touch his hair,&lt;br /&gt;His shoes untied,&lt;br /&gt;Toung gaping stare&lt;br /&gt;Could I have been&lt;br /&gt;A magnet for money&lt;br /&gt;Could I have been&lt;br /&gt;Anyone other than me&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-three and so tired of life&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame to throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;The images grow darker still&lt;br /&gt;Could I have been&lt;br /&gt;Anyone other than me, and then I&lt;br /&gt;Look up at the sky,&lt;br /&gt;My mouth is open wide&lt;br /&gt;Lick and taste, what's the use in worrying&lt;br /&gt;What's the use in hurrying&lt;br /&gt;Turn, turn, we almost become dizzy&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am, who I am&lt;br /&gt;Well, who am I&lt;br /&gt;Requesting some enlightenment&lt;br /&gt;Could I have been&lt;br /&gt;Anyone other than me and then I'll&lt;br /&gt;Sing and dance,&lt;br /&gt;I'll play for you tonight,&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of it all&lt;br /&gt;Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll work it out and I&lt;br /&gt;Look up at the sky,&lt;br /&gt;My mouth is open wide&lt;br /&gt;Lick and taste, what's the use in worrying&lt;br /&gt;What's the use in hurryingT&lt;br /&gt;urn, turn, we almost become dizzy&lt;br /&gt;Falling out of a world of lies&lt;br /&gt;Could I have been&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Nancy Dancing Nancy&lt;br /&gt;Could I have been&lt;br /&gt;Anyone other than me and then I'll&lt;br /&gt;Sing and dance,&lt;br /&gt;la la la, hey&lt;br /&gt;la la la, hey&lt;br /&gt;la la la&lt;br /&gt;Sing and dance,&lt;br /&gt;la la la, hey&lt;br /&gt;la la la, hey&lt;br /&gt;la la la&lt;br /&gt;Sing and dance,&lt;br /&gt;I'll play for you tonight,&lt;br /&gt;(la la la, hey la la la, hey)&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of it all(la la la)&lt;br /&gt;Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;(la la la, hey la )&lt;br /&gt;But I'll work it out and I&lt;br /&gt;(la la, hey la la la)&lt;br /&gt;Look up at the sky,&lt;br /&gt;My mouth is open wide&lt;br /&gt;Lick and taste, what's the use in worrying&lt;br /&gt;What's the use in hurrying&lt;br /&gt;Turn, turn, we almost become dizzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-114979702617259795?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/114979702617259795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=114979702617259795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114979702617259795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114979702617259795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/06/dancing-nancies.html' title='Dancing Nancies'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-114909621759655623</id><published>2006-05-31T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T13:23:37.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pardon our mess we are under construction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-114909621759655623?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/114909621759655623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=114909621759655623' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114909621759655623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114909621759655623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/05/evolution.html' title='Evolution'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-114841764589174270</id><published>2006-05-23T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:54:15.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>slipinslideshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/pinemotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/pinemotel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/stashyheath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/stashyheath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-114841764589174270?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/114841764589174270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=114841764589174270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114841764589174270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114841764589174270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/05/slipinslideshow.html' title='slipinslideshow'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-114841742422825994</id><published>2006-05-23T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:50:24.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>slideshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/skyfallilng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/skyfallilng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/heathercin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/heathercin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/cinjustin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/cinjustin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-114841742422825994?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/114841742422825994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=114841742422825994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114841742422825994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114841742422825994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/05/slideshow_23.html' title='slideshow'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-114841688276793430</id><published>2006-05-23T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:41:23.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>slideshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/homelesscouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/homelesscouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/cintimjoy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/cintimjoy.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/CinLA_003[1].1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/CinLA_003%5B1%5D.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/aloha.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/aloha.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-114841688276793430?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/114841688276793430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=114841688276793430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114841688276793430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114841688276793430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/05/slideshow.html' title='slideshow'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-114323676146564334</id><published>2006-03-24T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:55:10.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there were 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/Me_Ralph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/Me_Ralph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is gonna get pissed cause i posted this. (Ralph and Shay)But this is the fun that i missed in Key West for St Patty's day. Final stop on the Duval Crawl at Schooner Warf&lt;br /&gt;Last year we started with 7. Then we lost one somewhere near the Green Parrot. And managed to pick up 3 more somewhere between Angela Street and Greene Street.  But alas this year there were only 2 that could make it out for the festivities. Cheers to you for making it to the end and back again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-114323676146564334?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/114323676146564334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=114323676146564334' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114323676146564334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114323676146564334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-then-there-were-2.html' title='And then there were 2'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-114320973932776755</id><published>2006-03-24T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T09:15:39.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nirvana</title><content type='html'>Blandest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my favorite&lt;br /&gt;of my saviors&lt;br /&gt;you're my favorite&lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes you're my favorite&lt;br /&gt;of my favors&lt;br /&gt;you're my razor&lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;and the situation wasn't quite&lt;br /&gt;as intense as i thought&lt;br /&gt;i need you around&lt;br /&gt;to remind me when not to be calm(become)&lt;br /&gt;and the situation wasn't quite&lt;br /&gt;as intense as i thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you around&lt;br /&gt;to remind me when not to be calm&lt;br /&gt;calm calm calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an A+ song. If you are not listening to it right now, you should. I am attempting to listen to only Nirvana today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-114320973932776755?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/114320973932776755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=114320973932776755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114320973932776755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114320973932776755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/03/nirvana.html' title='Nirvana'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-114304197548053798</id><published>2006-03-22T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T11:48:57.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LeadGoldTinIronPlatinumZinc, when i rap u think</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was crap. I was in a fowl mood most of the work day. UNTIL about 4 when I realized that i was going to Blackalicious in a couple of hours. So i ran home from work, actually I drove, changed. I headed south to meet up with Jen and Colin. Then it was on to Bloomington. We were fairly early to the venue so we mingled with some of the evening's talent. They were all pretty cool. So check out the line up. Up first was Pigeon Johnny. Then to my surprise Fat Lip (Pharcyde). Then came the duo Lifesavers. Then the baddest, Gift of Gab frontin Blackalicious.&lt;br /&gt;Here are my comments.&lt;br /&gt;Pigeon Johnny is a dork, but fun. He was cool though, I talked to him for a bit while I smoked outside. He has a lot of energy to make up for his sometimes silly rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;Fat Lip is giggly when you talk to him, but is all business on stage. He was goooooood! Good crowd control skills. You know, got ya by the balls attention. I never seen Pharcyde before, but I heard a couple of people saying that he is not as umm, as sharp as once before. I still thought he was good. So whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Lifesavers good stuff!!!!! They were a lot of fun, by time they got on stage I was on my 5th beer and made my way through the crowd to the front. So I was ready to dance. I was all like bring that shit on. OHooo they did my friends, they did. Amazing duo, got everyone's ass movin!&lt;br /&gt;oooooo here it comes. Blackalicioussssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;oh my f'n jebus! I can cross that off my list of to do's. SICK, JUST F'N SICK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;They busted out a Chemical Calastinics and Make you Feel That Way as the last 2 songs. Aaaaahhhhh it would have been complete if I got to hear a My Pen and Pad. Also a crazy Rhythm Sticks, Greenlight, Passion, Lotus Flower, Blazing Arrow. More, but I am shocked I remebered that many :) Then for the encore everybody came on stage for a nutty ass mashup.&lt;br /&gt;I left very happy and very drunk.&lt;br /&gt;*bonus i got to help push colin's car. got stuck in the snow on the side of the street. too funny.&lt;br /&gt;I got to my bed finally at about 3:30. I felt like I had just been pulled prematurly from the spin cycle when i stumbled out of bed at 6:30. i was shocked i woke up so easily. I think it might be b/c I never reached REM.&lt;br /&gt;Today is my quarterly review with my district manager. GREAT! Then the whole office is going out for dinner. I think I heard rumors of closing the office early. I only hope I can make it until then without passing out on my keyboard. It is pure will power at this point. I have been tired, I have been hung over, and I have been reviewed. Now lets see how they all mix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-114304197548053798?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/114304197548053798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=114304197548053798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114304197548053798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114304197548053798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/03/leadgoldtinironplatinumzinc-when-i-rap.html' title='LeadGoldTinIronPlatinumZinc, when i rap u think'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-114297163741894875</id><published>2006-03-21T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T15:07:17.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This damn song has been stuck in my head all day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/frank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/frank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fly me to the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Let me sing among those stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Let me see what spring is like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;On Jupiter and Mars&lt;br /&gt;In other words, hold my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In other words, baby kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Fill my heart with song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Let me sing for ever more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You are all I long for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;All I worship and adore&lt;br /&gt;In other words, please be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In other words, I love you&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/16226588-114297163741894875?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/114297163741894875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=114297163741894875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114297163741894875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114297163741894875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-damn-song-has-been-stuck-in-my.html' title='This damn song has been stuck in my head all day'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-114260740768710262</id><published>2006-03-17T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T09:56:47.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ST PATTY'S DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/lep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/lep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sláinte to you all! Here's to drinking too much, cursing too much, dancing too much, and loving too much!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hopes ye gets some Irish luck today!&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/16226588-114260740768710262?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/114260740768710262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=114260740768710262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114260740768710262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114260740768710262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-st-pattys-day.html' title='HAPPY ST PATTY&apos;S DAY!'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-114254612290003924</id><published>2006-03-16T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:56:28.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my irish eyes are smilin!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a tear in your eye,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering why,&lt;br /&gt;For it never should be there at all.&lt;br /&gt;With such pow'r in your smile,&lt;br /&gt;Sure a stone you'd beguile,&lt;br /&gt;So there's never a teardrop should fall.&lt;br /&gt;When your sweet lilting laughter's&lt;br /&gt;Like some fairy song,&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes twinkle bright as can be;&lt;br /&gt;You should laugh all the while&lt;br /&gt;And all other times smile,&lt;br /&gt;And now, smile a smile for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Irish eyes are smiling,&lt;br /&gt;Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.&lt;br /&gt;In the lilt of Irish laughter&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the angels sing.&lt;br /&gt;When Irish hearts are happy,&lt;br /&gt;All the world seems bright and gay.&lt;br /&gt;And when Irish eyes are smiling,&lt;br /&gt;Sure, they steal your heart away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your smile is a part&lt;br /&gt;Of the love in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And it makes even sunshine more bright.&lt;br /&gt;Like the linnet's sweet song,&lt;br /&gt;Crooning all the day long,&lt;br /&gt;Comes your laughter and light.&lt;br /&gt;For the springtime of life&lt;br /&gt;Is the sweetest of all&lt;br /&gt;There is ne'er a real care or regret;&lt;br /&gt;And while springtime is ours&lt;br /&gt;Throughout all of youth's hours,&lt;br /&gt;Let us smile each chance we get.&lt;/em&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/16226588-114254612290003924?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/114254612290003924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=114254612290003924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114254612290003924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114254612290003924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-irish-eyes-are-smilin.html' title='my irish eyes are smilin!!!'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-114253897854767425</id><published>2006-03-16T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T14:56:18.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone is doing it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/gooddeed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/gooddeed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is me doing my good deed for the month. Helping the YAH peeps hang kid's art work in the basement of the Harrison Center downtown. I am a little slow to put this up, oops. I actually wasn't doing anything when the pic was taken. but forced to look productive when the camera was brought out. I think i was passing out bananas to the others, but stopped to hang a name tag. yup there are bananas in my other hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-114253897854767425?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/114253897854767425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=114253897854767425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114253897854767425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114253897854767425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/03/everyone-is-doing-it.html' title='everyone is doing it'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-114116343549300563</id><published>2006-02-28T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T16:50:35.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spacecase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/eagle_kp09_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/eagle_kp09_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go click on the nasa link to the right if you like this one. There are some wicked good ones on there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-114116343549300563?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/114116343549300563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=114116343549300563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114116343549300563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114116343549300563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/02/spacecase.html' title='spacecase'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-114113913142971641</id><published>2006-02-28T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T10:05:31.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RiOral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/rio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brazil's second most popular Carnival is in the northeastern city of Salvador, some 1,250 kilometers (750 miles) northeast of Rio.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Rio's Carnival, no one keeps score in Salvador and the party is out in the city's streets, with huge crowds gathering around bands who play atop amplified sound trucks.&lt;br /&gt;While organizers of Rio's Samba parade like to call it the "Greatest Spectacle on Earth," Salvador appeals to those who want to get right into the fray.&lt;br /&gt;In recent years, young revelers in Salvador have taken to tongue-kissing strangers before moving on.&lt;br /&gt;A popular Carnival song goes: "I already kissed one, kissed two, kissed three ..."&lt;br /&gt;Reports in the local media say this year the revelers have take to using an antiseptic mouth spray to protect them from transmittable diseases — the Health Ministry, however, has declined to endorse the product.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-114113913142971641?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/114113913142971641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=114113913142971641' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114113913142971641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114113913142971641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/02/rioral.html' title='RiOral'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-114098592069872083</id><published>2006-02-26T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T15:32:00.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE INCREDIBLE MR. LIMPET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/scoobknotts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/scoobknotts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/knottsfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/knottsfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Don Knotts, the skinny, lovable nerd who kept generations of television audiences laughing as bumbling Deputy Barney Fife on "The Andy Griffith Show," has died. He was 81."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should all take a moment to remember his great works. Pictured above: left Scooby Doo episode and right The Incredible Mr. Limpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of any quotes or anything so if you have one drop it in the comment box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-114098592069872083?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/114098592069872083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=114098592069872083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114098592069872083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114098592069872083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/02/incredible-mr-limpet.html' title='THE INCREDIBLE MR. LIMPET'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-114081971079004729</id><published>2006-02-24T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T17:22:55.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out of my bubble</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, Feb. 25, at 7:16 p.m. Eastern Standard Time, the population here on this good Earth is projected to hit 6.5 billion people.&lt;br /&gt;Along with this forecast, an analysis by the International Programs Center at the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="yqimgins" title="Related information on Census Bureau" onclick="activateYQinl(this);return false;" href="http://search.news.yahoo.com/search/news/?p=Census+Bureau"&gt;Census Bureau&lt;/a&gt; points to another factoid, Robert Bernstein of the Bureau's Public Information Center advised LiveScience. Mark this on your calendar: Some six years from now, on Oct. 18, 2012 at 4:36 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time, the Earth will be home to 7 billion folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are estimates, of course, but clear trends emerge from the data behind them.&lt;br /&gt;Population profile&lt;br /&gt;A report issued by the Bureau in March 2004 noted that world population hit the 6-billion mark in June 1999. "This figure is over 3.5 times the size of the Earth's population at the beginning of the 20th century and roughly double its size in 1960," the study explained.&lt;br /&gt;Even more striking is that the time required for the global population to grow from 5 billion to 6 billion—just a dozen years—was shorter than the interval between any of the previous billions.&lt;br /&gt;On average, 4.4 people are born every second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-114081971079004729?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/114081971079004729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=114081971079004729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114081971079004729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114081971079004729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/02/get-out-of-my-bubble.html' title='Get out of my bubble'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-114079405949621868</id><published>2006-02-24T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T10:16:10.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hot offers at BJP headquarters&lt;br /&gt;NEW DELHI, MARCH. 1. Now on sale at the Bharatiya Janata Party headquarters here are formula preparations from cow waste, promising a cure for ailments ranging from toothache to cancer.&lt;br /&gt;A Goratna stall has been set up at the BJP's Ashoka Road office here, displaying low-cost syrups, pills and lotions made from cow dung and urine.&lt;br /&gt;The Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh activist Manoj Kumar sells cow products alongside a range of BJP souvenirs in the plush compound of the tightly-guarded party headquarters situated on premises provided by the Union Government.&lt;br /&gt;He knows his clients — most of them are BJP workers — and seals deals the old-fashioned guy's way, with a handshake and a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kumar, a graduate in Commerce, declares the indigenous remedies to be a cure for diabetes, asthma, skin disease, constipation and even cancer.&lt;br /&gt;"All these products are from the Kanpur Gaushala Society. We started selling them just a week ago, but the response is overwhelming."&lt;br /&gt;Among the hot-sellers is a low-cost multi-purpose pill, which he claimed can cure cancer and diabetes. Another is the Sanjivani Ark, a Rs. 80-potion made of filtered cow urine. The Ark, said Mr. Kumar, was in great demand because of its cancer-curing abilities. "It is also an effective cure for irregular periods in women," he claimed.&lt;br /&gt;The products include cosmetics, detergents, soap and cow urine aftershave lotions.&lt;br /&gt;Goratna Medohari Ark can reduce obesity and Goratna Kala Tel (oil) can battle arthritis well, Mr Kumar said. — UNI&lt;/em&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/16226588-114079405949621868?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/114079405949621868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=114079405949621868' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114079405949621868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114079405949621868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/02/hmm.html' title='Hmm.......'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-114064627582410260</id><published>2006-02-22T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T17:11:15.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who the hell is Alice?!!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today has been very odd. Nothing has gone the way that it was planned, but that is not really a bad thing. I have just spent the last half hour on a wild goose chase. "goose chase you say?" Yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I got a voicemail yesterday (without a missed call on the call log) it was from a doctors office for "Alice". Alice has an appointment with unknown doctor of an unknown specialty on March 6. Alice needs to be off her iron pills for two weeks before she has "the tests" done. Or she could suffer from a severe reaction to something. If she stops taking them yesterday that would have given her 9 days. Not great, but lessens her chance at dying&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I guess. So, I completely forget about the message until a little bit ago. I didn't even check it until I was standing in the check out line at the store last night. (stalker called in the AM and I didn't care to listen to the message until i had to, didn't know there would be Alice drama on there. Listen to it while i read my horoscope in Woman's World...the most accurate horoscope ever) So I call the number that the lady left. Nope, it is a physical therapy place on the southside. No patients named Alice and iron would not do anything bad in conjunction with there activities. "well, is there a doctors office near by..." Lady," Well there is an ObGyn across the street, we used to get calls for them a lot before we remolded. I don't know their name...oh what is the number." I wait for 10 minutes she comes back gives the number. I say my thanks and call. She answers the phone! So ok Stop 11 and Emerson ObGyn..... Somewhere to begin. I go online find it...shocked! I say to the lady... "Gillispie" YES, yes that is it. I give HER the number then say thanks again and call. It is now 4:33. " Thank you for calling, but our office hours are 9 am to 4:30 Pm"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;R U KIDDING ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I write all the crap on a piece of paper. I will fax it. No, fax machine is not picking up. So I guess Alice will have to wait till tomorrow. I bet they will have noticed their mistake by the time I talk to them. All in vain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-114064627582410260?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/114064627582410260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=114064627582410260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114064627582410260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114064627582410260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/02/who-hell-is-alice.html' title='Who the hell is Alice?!!?'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-114011742298700640</id><published>2006-02-16T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T16:32:41.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Maxx</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00067F1CE/ref=pd_kar_gw_1/103-3434369-3669455?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;ref=pd%5Fkar%5Fgw%5F1&amp;%5Fencoding=UTF8"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00067F1CE/ref=pd_kar_gw_1/103-3434369-3669455?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;v=glance&amp;ref=pd%5Fkar%5Fgw%5F1&amp;amp;%5Fencoding=UTF8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the hell!?! Does it come with an S/M Tina Turner?&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/16226588-114011742298700640?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/114011742298700640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=114011742298700640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114011742298700640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114011742298700640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/02/mad-maxx.html' title='Mad Maxx'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-114001375552636302</id><published>2006-02-15T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T16:33:10.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have seen many railroad crossings and bridges that are not longer being used. I have never seen the end of the railroad though. I don't think I have. Now that I made that statement I prolly will remember that I have. I was looking on a map for an apartment just a moment ago. It appears that the railroad ends in the apartment community. Well within a thumbnail of it. I wonder if that is the end or the begining. Where is the other end? Hmm What is at that location that would be the final stop. Logically it is either not used at all or a personal railway system. For some reason this fascinates me. I will be going there tomorrow. So I will keep you posted. Not because of the railroad, but for busniess. The tracks mystery is just a bonus.&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/16226588-114001375552636302?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/114001375552636302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=114001375552636302' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114001375552636302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/114001375552636302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-know-what.html' title='You know what!'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113992892586276506</id><published>2006-02-14T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T10:10:12.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day Bitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/57RedOrchestra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/57RedOrchestra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing says I love you like Dali. I hope you all get down tonight with the one you love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cinnamon Rose&lt;/span&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/16226588-113992892586276506?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113992892586276506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113992892586276506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113992892586276506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113992892586276506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day-bitches.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day Bitches'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113984908722515877</id><published>2006-02-13T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T16:34:10.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>California Dreamin Pennywise style</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am planning a trip to Cali in the spring. Stylin, profilin.&lt;br /&gt;I have been Cali dreamin since I was a little girl. I really am not sure where it came from or what made me first want to be there. I do not have delusions of fame or fortune. I do not have the desire to mingle with celebrities. The Hollywood thing is not alluring to me. I do want beach, sun, art, and music. It is going to be a good time. Adding to the excitement is the fact that I really don't know what I am going to do when I get there. I am planning only the basics. Transportation and shelter. I have never been on vaction were I had substancial input on activites or even destination. I think that everyone should travel alone at least once to somewhere they are not familular. Much like milk, it builds strong bones.&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/16226588-113984908722515877?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113984908722515877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113984908722515877' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113984908722515877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113984908722515877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/02/california-dreamin-pennywise-style.html' title='California Dreamin Pennywise style'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113933806259968651</id><published>2006-02-07T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T16:35:35.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Figure 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/capt.jak10602070530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/capt.jak10602070530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Smokey Honeyeater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lets see. What should I discuss today. Alabama Baptist Chruch fires? I was brought up Baptist. The absolute insiginigance of the super bowl this year and pretty much any other year? I did not break my traditon this year of only watching part of the game. The discovery of the Smokey honeyeater in Indonesia? See above photo. My desire for summer time? I think I might just be white enough to be transparent. The cd that has been in my car for the last 4 days? I have Figure 8 by Elliot Smith stuck in my head and the cd player in my car. I will give props to the Gods of Irony though. My dating staus? I seem to have several people in my life that are very interested in my relationship status, well lack there of. It is nice that people care enough to butt into my business. I guess I butt sometimes too, So I should just smile and politely tell them "Oh yes, single and loving it!" Whether that is true or not. Because lets face it is stupid. Cuban bread? It is yummy, flaky, and full of lard. Chili with black olives and turkey? Don't ever go there again!&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/16226588-113933806259968651?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113933806259968651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113933806259968651' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113933806259968651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113933806259968651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/02/figure-8.html' title='Figure 8'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113923949684432042</id><published>2006-02-06T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T10:24:56.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>question</title><content type='html'>Is it harder to say what you mean or to mean what you say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113923949684432042?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113923949684432042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113923949684432042' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113923949684432042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113923949684432042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/02/question.html' title='question'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113883255582599114</id><published>2006-02-01T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T17:22:35.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(loud sigh)</title><content type='html'>I got a speeding ticket today. I was propsitioned by a cable man. I was yelled at by a guest. I got 2 blisters on my feet from wearing my new heels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113883255582599114?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113883255582599114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113883255582599114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113883255582599114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113883255582599114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/02/loud-sigh.html' title='(loud sigh)'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113874311085121227</id><published>2006-01-31T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T16:31:50.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baffled at the obsession</title><content type='html'>Where did it all start? Was it with The Delta Force? Was it The Delta Force 2..or 3... or 79? No my friends. It wasn't even Walker Texas Ranger! It was Return of the Dragon. Does anyone even remember that.!?! I would like everyone to please take a moment from their roundhouse kick practice to think about this. (although it was not his first movie....The Cutter was) Thank you, that is all I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113874311085121227?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113874311085121227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113874311085121227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113874311085121227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113874311085121227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/01/baffled-at-obsession.html' title='Baffled at the obsession'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113863218177197752</id><published>2006-01-30T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T10:02:27.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well it was a realy good weekend. I worked Thursday night for moe. I love when moe comes. They are so much fun. Nothing better than to get paid to slop drinks and shake my ass to some gooves. Last time they were here they had a little problem with the fans pissing and SHITTING in the corners of the Egytian room b/c the bathroom lines were too long. moe put something on their web page just after that concert yelling at the fans. I guess the band had to be a $1.75 per ticket sold restoration fee to the Murat. The Egyptian room holds 2,100 people. You do the math. Anyway in the middle of their first set they said "bthrooms are located inthe lobby if the feeling strikes you. That is all they said. They never talk during the concert. Every once in awhile they will play a song with words. But I dig em anyway. I always have fun on moe day! So after the show Angie, Angel, and I got to the whistle stop. It is the only place that will serve food and beers at that hour. We were the only ones in the bar except for some dude at the end of the bar. He looked like he might live behind the bar. The bartender (Amanada) has never been cool to Angie and I. It is our secret watering hole. But she was that night. She was a freaking riot. This cat came stumbling in asking for a drink to put his dick in the dirt. He buys us a round. We cheers him and go about our business of chatting about football and stupid men. He gets really pissed when Amanada purs him a huge shot of some 25 yr old burbon. I have never even heard of this stuff. He refuses to drink. We tell him he is a pussy and to take it like a man. He asked for his dick to be put in the dirt. That shot would put MY dick in the dirt. He does it, then starts to gag. Funny! he then begins to talk about masterbation and the "fun button" Nice, right. He is all about the bartender. He starts asking her all kinds of shit. Then out of nowhere she yells from across the bar "I am a chronic mastebator, I do not need your penis!" I almost fell off my barstool, laughing so hard! She is my new favorite bartender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Friday was the second day of moe! I fell asleep and was late to work. It was the night that wer drew straws for where we were. Since I was late I automaticly got bar 2. The bar that is not inside the Egyptian room. Oh well, it was fair. I don't mind getting the suck spot once in awhile. Well it turns out that I did a lot better than a lot of other ppls. I saw a lot of ppl that I waited on the night before and I was put in charge of serving the VIP's (friends of the boss) I also did $636.00 in credit card transactions. * this is a new crystal catering record* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I went home and slept after work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;* I haven't seen my "young security boy" for months. I never thought he would be there. :) That was the best surprise all weekend. siigghhh. Well he dropped out of school this last semester. I guess he isn't bouncing at Deer Creek anymore. He punched a guest in the face. ( in self defense of course) He then attempted waiting on tables. I guess that didn't work out either. So now he is working back at the Murat and has enlisted in the ARMY. I didn't even know what to say when he told me.  :) He goes to boot in April. Then to Boston after that. So he came and saw me every night that I worked. He would just stand at my bar and look at me. He would wait for me to wait on guests then we would chat. Err kinda chat. I honestly have a lot of trouble conversing with him. I can't ever think of anything to say. Nothing. I think is it has something to do with his green eyes. And his perfect smile, and ... ok. he is only 21. I need to stop that. But I don't mind that we have nothing to talk about. "Just be quiet and stand there." is a reaccuring thought in my head when I see him. I am so bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So Saturday was 2 shows of Larry the Cable Guy. It wasn't too bad. I pumped up my Southern accent and made just as much money as I did at moe. That in itself is impressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After the show Lisa, Tony, and I sat around for a couple of hours debating politics and life. I love it. I am the mediator between the 2. Tony is LIBERAL and Lisa is CONSERVATIVE. So I am the whitty fense sitter that pisses them off.   :) They both get so heated. Then we all laugh and cheers to not hateing each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113863218177197752?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113863218177197752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113863218177197752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113863218177197752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113863218177197752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/01/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113862911123156657</id><published>2006-01-30T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T08:51:51.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobernante</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I got my RULERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I was off on Friday and they delivered them to work. Of course someone busted them open to see what that huge box was. They are so RAD! the on that is on top.....fire engine red, Looks like a 50's bewitched lady with a wand and crown. "Smart women ......Rule with Compassion" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;JOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Another says "20 inches Thick" , I have no idea what that one is advertising, but I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113862911123156657?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113862911123156657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113862911123156657' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113862911123156657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113862911123156657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/01/gobernante.html' title='Gobernante'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113828672724081934</id><published>2006-01-26T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T09:47:09.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH</title><content type='html'>I went to the homestead last night. I pulled my "stand still schwinn" out of the corner of the garage. Finally. I forgot how much I love it so. But it has been a minute since I road it. Either the bike or I do not have enough cushion in the seat. My bum bone is soooo sore today. Its ok, reminds me how hard I rocked it last night. I did 3 and half miles on it while my laundry washed. I gathered my stuff and headed home. Then attempted to read and iron last night at the same time. It was working ok. But then I burnt my hand. The back of it. I am not really sure how it happened but it did. Didn't really hurt too bad, but I do have a nice red bloch on my hand. It is funny, it looks a lot like the federation symbol from Star Track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dslextreme.com/users/caralevin/Kirk/Kirk.jpg"&gt;http://www.dslextreme.com/users/caralevin/Kirk/Kirk.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to leave work a couple minutes early today to get to the other work. I have to be at Murat at 6 and will prolly will be there until 2. I have tomorrow day off. I am really excited about doing all the things that I never get to do during week days. Uhh like sleep. Moe is tonight and tomorrow. It is going to be an bitchen good time. Money maker as well, I hope. Then Saturday night is Larry the Cable Guy. Rednecks demanding their Bud Tall boys and Jack. I met him a couple of years ago when the Blue Collar Comedy Tour came through. I had no idea he was a comedian when I met him. He was very nice and polite. He spoke like a well educated man. Not nearly as bubba as he portrays on stage.&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/16226588-113828672724081934?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113828672724081934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113828672724081934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113828672724081934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113828672724081934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/01/ouch.html' title='OUCH'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113821702094767029</id><published>2006-01-25T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T14:23:41.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/what-lurks-beneath--fleshsucking-sex-fiends/2006/01/20/1137734154394.html"&gt;http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/what-lurks-beneath--fleshsucking-sex-fiends/2006/01/20/1137734154394.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113821702094767029?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113821702094767029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113821702094767029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113821702094767029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113821702094767029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/01/poke.html' title='Poke'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113821540957348468</id><published>2006-01-25T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T13:57:18.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponderworthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.greenfutures.org.uk/features/default.asp?id=2398"&gt;http://www.greenfutures.org.uk/features/default.asp?id=2398&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113821540957348468?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113821540957348468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113821540957348468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113821540957348468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113821540957348468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/01/ponderworthy.html' title='Ponderworthy'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113821007375179275</id><published>2006-01-25T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T13:30:17.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/radien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/radien.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Most of us have walked into a room and flipped the light switch only for it to pop and go out. I have done this more times than the normal person I am sure of it. If a light is going to blow I am going to be the one to flip the switch. I don't think that I flip switches more often than other people. I am not even really sure I do a lot of flipping, let alone more than the average person. So why is it that this keeps happening to me? Do I posses some random mutated super power? Do I drag my feet when I walk creating too much static electricity that its only outlet is through the light switch. I don't think I drag my feet, well when I wear flip flops, but just b/c they have a tendency to fall off. You may think that I am exaggerating. I am not. At my sisters house I have flipped the switch in everyroom and it has burnt out. Every room, every closet, every bathroom, every lamp. I actually did it twice in my bathroom. I was over there the other day and turned on the "den" area light and it blew. It had been awhile since it had happened, but it happened non the less. I have only been hanging around that house for like a year. That is not good odds. I am not really complaining about the "super power" I have. I am just trying to understand it. It could be worse. I could have the annoying power to uh.... like manifest scotch tape. (no idea where that one came from, i think that was not even left field, more like over the fence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113821007375179275?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113821007375179275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113821007375179275' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113821007375179275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113821007375179275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-do-you-think.html' title='Why do you think?'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113813312180841375</id><published>2006-01-24T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T15:05:22.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitimam D</title><content type='html'>I want sun. I want a tan. I want a nap in the park on a warm day under a shady tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113813312180841375?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113813312180841375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113813312180841375' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113813312180841375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113813312180841375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/01/vitimam-d.html' title='Vitimam D'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113805548560819915</id><published>2006-01-23T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T17:39:18.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend wrap up</title><content type='html'>HMM lets see. Friday I went home and read. Saturday i got up and read. Then I went to the house to do laundry, got ready and went to Jen's party. I was a little late, do to the hair. The usual suspects were there. Plus a few oldies but goodies. I got drunk really quick. Then was stalked by Johnny Mac all night. You know it's gonna be an interesting evening when the first thing some one says when you walk in the door. "you know that by the end of the night I am going to look up your skirt". He was not bluffing, despite the watchful eye of his wife. I believe that there is a pic of the view on his cell phone. Toward the end of the night he, in a drunken attempt to give me hug knocks my beer out of my hand. ( did i do that on purpose so he wouldn't touch me....hmmm) It got all over MY NEW BOOTS!!! (not planned) He willfully obliged to clean them for me. AAhhh to be in the company of good friends. It was a fun night, despite the groveling of Johnny Mac. At one point he said if I wanted him to shut up I would just have to smack him in the face. I thought about it, but he would have liked it so I just stood next to his wife. She made him leave shortly after that. Jen had ahelluva good time. Olivia was there, I haven't seen her since Jen's last b-day. Her and I also have some good laughs. She even was dancing and so was Carrie. I have not seen either of them cut a rug. Pretty amusing! I haven't seen Matt and Chelle in ohhhh, like 8 years. Matt was the i pod nazi all night. It was a constant battle between him, Colin, and myself. I suffer from pod envy. So I like to constantly touch any that are near me. It was good to see Star up from the Lew! I stayed all night on the red couch. Matt and Chelle bunked SpongeBob room, while Star and her dog took the other 2 couches. I was terrorized by the little demon Benny all night. It looks like I put my left hand in a blender. The girls all got up for Jen's B's and G's. I had a little bit then told everyone I had to leave. I went home washed the mascara off my face then layed back down for a bit. I got up ravenous. Called pops made him get up and go to El Nino in Franklin. Then I sat around the house watching football. Went home did a little cleaning, did a little more reading, and a little more football watching. I know, I know.... Party animal, huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113805548560819915?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113805548560819915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113805548560819915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113805548560819915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113805548560819915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/01/weekend-wrap-up.html' title='weekend wrap up'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113760926517592254</id><published>2006-01-18T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:34:25.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Wooden Ruler Batman!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I like rulers, right. I recently thought that it would be fun to make crafts of them. Well the problem was I didn't have enough and I really didn't want to buy some. Plus I could only buy plain ones. I wanted ones with logos on them. So yesterday I started researching how to get some for free. I just started emailing random manufacturers and marketing people. This cat Jerry calls me today. We talk for 30 minutes. I feed him some crap about being for clients. (It is completely for my own satisfaction )Anyway. He tells me to sit tight while he checks with some distributors over the US to see if I can have some scraps or mistakes. A little bit later he calls back. We chat for another 20 minutes about all kinds of stuff. From some lady that was Cuban, to his family, to hippies, smoking pot. Yeah.. he is my new best friend I guess. But it paid off. For 9 dollars he is shipping me enough rulers to build a life size replica of... well I can't think of anything clever. I will be receiving between 500-700 rulers in the mail. Yes, those are correct numbers. I didn't know what to say. I mean he is being so cool and uber sweet going out of his way. I can't tell him I have absolutely NO PLACE to put that many rulers. I mean what does such an exuberant amount of 12 inch long pieces of wood look like. I.. I ...I... I.. I ...am speechless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am now going into the fire kindling business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113760926517592254?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113760926517592254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113760926517592254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113760926517592254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113760926517592254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/01/holy-wooden-ruler-batman.html' title='Holy Wooden Ruler Batman!!'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113751985967634957</id><published>2006-01-17T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T12:44:20.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Human Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060117/sc_nm/science_ireland_dc"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060117/sc_nm/science_ireland_dc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lived in Key West there were endless bumper stickers covering everything from mopeds to store windows. They all said 'One Human Family'. That was quite evident on the small island. The ripple effect was great with only the smallest of stones thrown there. The further away you get, the bigger the city..... you sometimes forget. But here is just a little reminder. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113751985967634957?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113751985967634957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113751985967634957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113751985967634957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113751985967634957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-human-family.html' title='One Human Family'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113751807596109954</id><published>2006-01-17T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T12:14:35.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranch</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a dream that you are puking? I hadn't until yesterday. I came home from work and completely crashed on the sofa. I woke up at like 9 b/c I was puking in my dream. GROSS!!! I really hate to puke. Seriously is the worst thing to do. I honestly probably could count how many times I have vomited since I was a toddler. I never did get sick. I have felt ill since Sunday morning. I thought it was a bad hang over. From 48 hours of drinking with Jen.  Now I am thinking it had something to do with Ranch Salad Dressing. I don't like Ranch, well I do. But I got food poisoning from it one time. Thanks Ye Ol Sunday Parlor! But I very rarely eat it. It being white also has a lot to do with it. * whole other blog* I was feeling like living on the edge and had some Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;At this point I wish I could get sick. I can't eat anything either. It makes it worse. I had cheese and crackers for dinner last night. I attempted Chinese for lunch yesterday as well, horrible idea. But they deliver and I couldn't leave the office. I feel fine other than the crippling nausea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is about it. no other news to post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113751807596109954?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113751807596109954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113751807596109954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113751807596109954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113751807596109954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/01/ranch.html' title='Ranch'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113693299689868856</id><published>2006-01-10T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T17:48:43.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Tension</title><content type='html'>I just got two great emails. One from my office manager and one from my district manager. They both were thanking me for stepping up when my office manager had to take some time off. That was really great! She took a couple of weeks off at the end of the year and had to take yesterday off. I really did learn a lot. It was a great experience.. now that it is done. :) It is nice when they notice how hard you work. At times it was almost too much, but I managed to get it all done with only a couple of questions and now major F -ups. Thanks in part to my expert note taking skills. If only my organization skills were as good. It is hard to find all of those tiny notes. I also had some cool peeps talking me down when i got stressed too much ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had time to blog about the weekend. But if you don't know then ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this freaking Bloc Party song stuck in my head. I am just happy it is a good one, not like some Phil Collins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A co worker and I are going to swap smutty books she has some "good and derty" ones that I "just have to read" I actually don't have any to swap. But i might have to read some of hers. She is all about the "FREAKY DEAKY LICK UR ASS SHIT" Now, I am using a lot of quotes. I just want y'all to know the exact conversation I just had. Simply for the hysterical laughter that I just over came to blog this.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the rain and barely above temps today is pretty freakin good. They go they say they go they say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113693299689868856?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113693299689868856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113693299689868856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113693299689868856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113693299689868856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/01/positive-tension.html' title='Positive Tension'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113656478825265019</id><published>2006-01-06T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T11:26:28.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>I left work last night a little late. That is how dedicated I am to my job....right. I went south to the teacher and art store. I wondered around looking for something to entertain me. and steal some ideas. I didn't really see anything that I had to have. I was there for like an hour. I then called Jen. She was home alone. Colin is out of town for a couple of days. I grabbed some food and went to her house. She had bought like 300 worth of crap at Target. So I helped her clean and rearrange some stuff. I was basically tricked into being a furniture mover. I almost had her convinced to rip up her carpet last night. I was so close. I was excited to see what was under it. So we pulled up some near a heating duct reg. thing. Then had to tac it back down. :) Then I went home did a lil bit of reading and was in bed by 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113656478825265019?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113656478825265019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113656478825265019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113656478825265019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113656478825265019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113648990788905173</id><published>2006-01-05T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T14:38:27.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Got BANGS!</title><content type='html'>Actually I have bangs now. I am enjoying them so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113648990788905173?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113648990788905173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113648990788905173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113648990788905173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113648990788905173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/01/weve-got-bangs.html' title='We&apos;ve Got BANGS!'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113641331814529479</id><published>2006-01-04T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T17:21:58.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choking Hazard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cpsc.gov/cpscpub/prerel/category/child.html"&gt;http://www.cpsc.gov/cpscpub/prerel/category/child.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113641331814529479?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113641331814529479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113641331814529479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113641331814529479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113641331814529479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/01/choking-hazard.html' title='Choking Hazard'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113639173151890346</id><published>2006-01-04T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T11:22:11.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well</title><content type='html'>My ass hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did two hours of intense Cinnamon Training.&lt;br /&gt;***Holly F'n crap! I just got up to go pee. ( in the middle of typing this) I was washing my hands and looking in the mirror. I notice that it is chilly in the bath. Yaa know... ok so I have a new bra that I purchased at VicSecret on (white). Love it... Body by Victoria is great. I also have my favorite sweater on. It is the one I got at BanRep. It is thin and white. I didn't wear a tank under it today, none clean.&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently my new bra is thin as well. I could see way too much of myself. Great! I just hope i don't get a cold chill while I am at my desk.***&lt;br /&gt;I had a great dinner last night. I actually turned on my stove. I will pause as you all catch your breath. I can cook quite well, just choose not to. I then did my exercises. Did the dishes. Watched the news and a minute of Leno. Phillip Seymour Hoffman was on. LOVE that dude. I then slept the completely wrong way in my bed. I felt really good when I woke up this morning. Hmm maybe there is something to this conscious health thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113639173151890346?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113639173151890346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113639173151890346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113639173151890346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113639173151890346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/01/well.html' title='Well'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113638946502193452</id><published>2006-01-04T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T10:44:25.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Age is timeless</title><content type='html'>I didn't do anything special for New Years. Friday I did however drink a whole bottle of champagne by myself. That is special I guess, I have never done that. *Never will again* I was waiting for some one anyone to call so I could go out. Finally Angie and Lisa came and picked me up after they got off work. They took me to Coaches. By the time I arrived I was way too drunk to even be in public. But I managed to hold it together long enough to drink a vodka red bull. It was so loud, dueling 3 piece jazz band and dj. That is part of the reason I love that place. And Adam the bartender he is so nice and has seen me at my worst. I take that back The ppl at Ike's have seen me at my worst. Anyway, it was nice to hang with the chicks. We chatted about boys, work, politics, the usual stuff. This time it was not as mundane or boring. That was nice. Not too sure how long we were out. I awoke the next morning/afternoon with only a lone green sock on and a chicken sandwich from White Castle in my purse.&lt;br /&gt;Work sucked on the Eve. I was on a bar with Anita, Bob, Beth Anne, and Peggy. Now If you do not know these folk they are all wonder people. I love em all to death. But lets just say their combined age would somewhere around 1000. So I spent a majority of the night talking to security and Brian (maintenance dude). I didn't get a kiss at midnight. I did get a hug from Bob. That was sweet. I got a hug from everyone through out the night. Even Andrew. Tony kissed me on my mouth when I ran upstairs to tell the others working the comedy after party Happy New Year. That was awkward. But i didn't really mind. Although he was somewhat forceful about it. I was there until about 3:30. I was beat. The rest of the time off was spent either sleeping, laying on the couch, cleaning, or shopping. I was so happy to get back to work yesterday. The life of a housewife really could be my own personal hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113638946502193452?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113638946502193452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113638946502193452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113638946502193452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113638946502193452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2006/01/age-is-timeless.html' title='Age is timeless'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113589061988260095</id><published>2005-12-29T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T16:10:19.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing new this year</title><content type='html'>Well, this will be my last post for 2005.&lt;br /&gt;It was not a great year, but not a bad one either. I learned a lot, made some new friends. And lost an old one. I have had friends have babies. While other friends did not have their babies. I got to sew my wild oats and then get a reality check. I have kissed some boys. I have hated some boys. Usually in that order. I have spent many nights awake and many days asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I saw another year of bullshit politics, natural disasters, and many other horrible things.&lt;br /&gt;Witness happy life long unions between lovers, rainbows, and made a child laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I was there. I saw it, heard it, said it, felt it, smelled it, tasted it, and appreciated it. Through all the crap there still managed to be something beautiful to distract me. I only hope you all had that too. Whatever it may be to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya next year. Take care of yourselves!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv y'all&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113589061988260095?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113589061988260095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113589061988260095' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113589061988260095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113589061988260095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/12/nothing-new-this-year.html' title='Nothing new this year'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113587202789633104</id><published>2005-12-29T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T11:00:28.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget to wash your hands</title><content type='html'>Ignaz Semmelweis worked in a maternity hospital in Vienna Austria (1847). At the time 1 in 10 mothers were dying from childbed fever. Mostly were poor women. Ignaz observed that the doctors were actually the reason for this. Bringing infection to the patients. They would routinely go from dissecting corpses in the morgue to delivery babies in the maternity ward. As an experiment he suggested that the doctors wash their hands before dealing with the mothers.&lt;br /&gt;Although he had no social status and the doctors were far his social superiors he still suggested this to them. Out of lampoonery they amuszed his silly request.&lt;br /&gt;The dying stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was then kicked out of the hospital and country; finishing his career in a provincial hospital in Hungary. He one day while dissecting a corpse took a sharp scalpel and stuck it in his hand. He died of blood poising shortly after, like he knew he would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113587202789633104?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113587202789633104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113587202789633104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113587202789633104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113587202789633104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/12/dont-forget-to-wash-your-hands.html' title='Don&apos;t forget to wash your hands'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113528427830745045</id><published>2005-12-22T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T15:44:38.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DUDE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20051221/od_uk_nm/oukoe_uk_services_challenger;_ylt=AmQlVOemGammwcZ04GJhOdXtiBIF;_ylu=X3oDMTA5aHJvMDdwBHNlYwN5bmNhdA"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20051221/od_uk_nm/oukoe_uk_services_challenger;_ylt=AmQlVOemGammwcZ04GJhOdXtiBIF;_ylu=X3oDMTA5aHJvMDdwBHNlYwN5bmNhdA&lt;/a&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is insane!&lt;br /&gt;Big ups to crap whole Kokomo! Where I spent a majority of my childhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113528427830745045?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113528427830745045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113528427830745045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113528427830745045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113528427830745045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/12/dude.html' title='DUDE!'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113528292223697061</id><published>2005-12-22T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T15:22:02.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/petfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/petfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at this nasty lil fucker! CREEEEPPYYY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113528292223697061?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113528292223697061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113528292223697061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113528292223697061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113528292223697061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/12/look-at-this-nasty-lil-fucker.html' title=''/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113526163831622346</id><published>2005-12-22T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T09:27:18.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than never</title><content type='html'>Can I just tell you when I walk into a craft store it is almost could be sexual excitement. So much to look at and so many ideas. I was unfortunately limited on time this trip. I decided on small Mardi Gras feathers. A small bag stuffed with yellow, pink, red, green, turquoise. Some even had back polka dots :) Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;I also had to grab some new paint brushes. I dropped my other ones in the endless abyss better known as the small gap between the fridge and the sink in my apartment. I couldn't even see where they landed.&lt;br /&gt;I get back to the apt. I put my comfy clothes on. Damn! I forgot to go to the store. I had to make dip for the girls night tonight. I call mom to get the ingredients (duh!) for olive salad. Put back on public appropriate clothing and I go to the grocery.... wonder around for awhile. It is like I am in a foreign country. I finally find everything and pick up the stuff to make the world famous ghetto cheese ball. You know the one, cream cheese. By the time I get home it is about quarter till 8. I am running out of time. I only have until 10. Why? Uh CSI...but it was a rerun...but I had not seen this one..shocking I know. Made all the crap *don't mistake a blender's capabilities for a food processor's* did the ordiement (feathers inside the bulb and did gold glitter polka dots on the outside-looks bad ass!) Was finished by 9:45! See I can be very productive when I want to be :)&lt;br /&gt;Although I never did get around to doing my dishes. I hope I will not be hosting some drunk chicks tonight. The apt is not quite up to company standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now finally feeling the holiday bug. Thanks to Shay given me a guilt trip. ( ahhh the wonderful effect a sister can have on you) Thanx f'er! ;)&lt;br /&gt;I am going to attempt to do something holiday-ie tomorrow for dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113526163831622346?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113526163831622346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113526163831622346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113526163831622346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113526163831622346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/12/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better late than never'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113510581094997771</id><published>2005-12-20T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T14:32:16.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brat attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you think I think you are not real. But... I think you should prove me wrong and bring me this. *nightgown, not the plastic lady that looks a lot like Annie Lennox*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you soon!&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113510581094997771?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113510581094997771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113510581094997771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113510581094997771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113510581094997771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/12/brat-attack.html' title='brat attack'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113510296636647381</id><published>2005-12-20T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T13:22:46.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why didn't I think of that....oh yea</title><content type='html'>A co-worker just told me that the only reason she has a job in sales is so she can meet a rich man. And hopefully trick him into marrying her! Um.... Not sure how to respond to that. Other than, "Damn, you got it all figured out, huh." That is sad. I hope she falls in love with one of my maintenance men and is poor and happy the rest of her life. But some maint guys do make good money, so that sterotype isn't even accurate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113510296636647381?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113510296636647381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113510296636647381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113510296636647381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113510296636647381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-didnt-i-think-of-thatoh-yea.html' title='Why didn&apos;t I think of that....oh yea'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113509542339249368</id><published>2005-12-20T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:17:03.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Einstein Halo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/einsteinhalo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/einsteinhalo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113509542339249368?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113509542339249368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113509542339249368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113509542339249368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113509542339249368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/12/einstein-halo.html' title='Einstein Halo'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113502195068027894</id><published>2005-12-19T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T14:52:30.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Lollipop</title><content type='html'>I am about to drown in work today. I definately signed up for more than I was willing to actually do. But the day is almost over. I unfortuntely had to be the barer of bad news to the boss on the eve of our raise announcements.( lump in my throat)  I feel horrible, but today I have been down right evil to several people. Innocent bastards. Climing the walls would be an understatement at this point.&lt;br /&gt;I unfortunately have nothing else to say, except... Have a &lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt; day!!! and thank you &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; much for choosing Cinnamon's blog today!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113502195068027894?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113502195068027894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113502195068027894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113502195068027894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113502195068027894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/12/bittersweet-lollipop.html' title='Bittersweet Lollipop'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113474685349364621</id><published>2005-12-16T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T10:53:06.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment of clarity after a long night</title><content type='html'>So I was thinking about all the assholes that I have dated or at least been acquainted with over my short life. How, for some reason they are all similar. Not in interests, looks, or up bringing. But in the way they were all assholes to me. So I back tracked to the very first one. The boy in kindergarten that I was in love with. He was even an asshole to me. Ok sooo after all these years. I finally understand, well at least more than I did before. What I want. More specifically what I don't want in a man. It was good. And I didn't even need Doctor Phil.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the men that I have been involved with or interested in are all controlling and occasionally mean. The men in between those have been passive. Can we say subconscience pattern. Balance. I used to use every color of crayon in the box on one picture. Balance.&lt;br /&gt;I feel way more confident about the whole love thing than I have ever. I was scared that I would "settle". Not a chance!&lt;br /&gt;I have been dealing with so much crap lately from ex's it is pathetic. Jeremy is a loser, and I honestly feel bad for him so I keep talking to him as a friend b/c he is mentally unstable. Andrew, text's me at booty 30 all weekend long. I am over it!!!! Actually feel nice to be single for the moment. I was feeling depressed about it before. But now I am just optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a lion to my lamb and when i feel like it a lamb to my lion. (condensed version of the list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the rub....does this person exist?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113474685349364621?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113474685349364621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113474685349364621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113474685349364621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113474685349364621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/12/moment-of-clarity-after-long-night.html' title='A moment of clarity after a long night'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113457394719051486</id><published>2005-12-14T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T10:25:47.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las lágrimas de Santo Lawrence</title><content type='html'>I was going through old emails I had saved over the last couple of months. Deleting some, keeping most. Ironically or timely which ever you would like to look at it. I found one I had sent to myself. It was talking about the meteor showers in August. I reread the email. It was talking about the heighten activity of meteors in the late summer. &lt;a href="http://www.space.com/spacewatch/050805_perseid_guide.html"&gt;http://www.space.com/spacewatch/050805_perseid_guide.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also talked about how the peak of Perseids caused by the Swift-Tuttle comet were in 1992. I remember that. That is when I started to become fascinated by space. That was the first comet I saw and I was hooked. I also remember in August a couple of years after that seeing the meteor shower. It was in August. Just before school started. Erin and I saw it. We were camping with my parents, I think we snuck off to the play ground area of the camp site so she could smoke. We sat there forever on the jungle jim watching it. Neither of us really knew what it was or why it was happening. But it was one of the coolest surprises that I have ever witnessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny the random things you remember. This was like 11 years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113457394719051486?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113457394719051486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113457394719051486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113457394719051486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113457394719051486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/12/las-lgrimas-de-santo-lawrence.html' title='Las lágrimas de Santo Lawrence'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113441054690247368</id><published>2005-12-12T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T13:02:26.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>What is the differance between 5 dead hookers and a Corvette?&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;**************I didn't put the Corvette in the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oldie but a goodie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113441054690247368?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113441054690247368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113441054690247368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113441054690247368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113441054690247368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/12/joke.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113439944641523745</id><published>2005-12-12T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T09:57:32.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Lets see, Friday I busted my ass at work most of the day. Then did nothing the last couple of hours. I did catch up on my zine reading. Then I trucked it to the Murat for Miss S. I was put upstairs all by self, but I outsold everyone else so I didn't mind. I had a really good time. I like being the only bartender. I had several interesting conversations. Oh and gave a woman a hug. She was really upset and crying. She was my first customer of the night. She really didn't want to be there. I'm not gonna go into detail. Her complaint was why should she be punished because her husband is successful. So I went around the bar and gave her a hug. I was beat by the time the night was over so went home. Sat morning got 4 texts and 2 calls from Jeremy and Brandon all before 6:30 AM..Yes A- fuckin- M. So I finally answered the last call in a very groggy, "I will punch you in the face if this is not an emergency." They had been up all night and were going to an auction at 8. It has been a couple of months since I got a stupid phone call like that . Not since I stopped hanging out with Simpson. I talked to them for a while then went back to sleep. I went over to Pop's did some laundry, feed and entertained the cats, and watched some tv. Then went to work. I was doing the Coke Chritmas party. I got to train some new dude named Joe. Boring party, No band this year. Last year I ended up dating the bass player of the band, not as lucky this year. Went home after work. That brings me to Sunday. Oh what a day! I worked a double Miss Sigeon. I had to be there at 11. I was the only one on time. B/s! Jose and I got stuck on the freight elevator. It was for only like 20 minutes, but stupid non the less. It took 3 dudes to get the doors open, plus Jose and I attempting a cheerleading move. I had to hoist his ass up to get the inside gate done. The outside doors don't move until it is shut. CRAZY. Then I realize the whole Shriner's side of the building is FULL of CLOWNNNNNSSSSSS! It is like an infestation. Everywhere I went, every corner I turned! The rest of the day wasn't bad, had fun hanging out with everyone. Got to see Amy, missed her. Learned a couple new jokes. Colts won! Not a dull weekend!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113439944641523745?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113439944641523745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113439944641523745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113439944641523745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113439944641523745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/12/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113416310191039708</id><published>2005-12-09T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T10:02:54.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the World</title><content type='html'>I haven't got to see her yet, but I would like to send a warm welcome to Ella Paz Jackson. She was born November 24, 2005. She is healthy and happy. Congrats Brandon! I can't wait to meet her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113416310191039708?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113416310191039708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113416310191039708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113416310191039708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113416310191039708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/12/welcome-to-world.html' title='Welcome to the World'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113380087054012150</id><published>2005-12-05T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T11:41:10.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Balls</title><content type='html'>Watching football is fun! That is it! Have a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113380087054012150?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113380087054012150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113380087054012150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113380087054012150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113380087054012150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/12/blue-balls.html' title='Blue Balls'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113344947980508934</id><published>2005-12-01T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T10:06:22.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dubba dubba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://elementsdecor.com/Web%20Photos/Reproduction_Telephones/Crosley_CR-637_Viscount_Antique_Telephone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://elementsdecor.com/Web%20Photos/Reproduction_Telephones/Crosley_CR-637_Viscount_Antique_Telephone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is snowing. It is a blistery winter wonderland outside today. I was late for work again today. But b/c I had to run some errands this morning for work. I had a nice conversation with the coffee shop dude. He is not a Potter fan to say the least. It was pretty amusing, he went on a 5 minute rant about how much he didn't like it. I just stood there smiling. I love it when people get all worked up and are really pasioinate about what they are saying. I didn't really agree with him but understood what he was getting at. I am lying I was looking at his ass. Ok that was the lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted the old school phone that I purchased at Goodwill over the weekend. It looks alright, not done yet. Needs some pieces of flare on it. I just repainted all the rusty tarnished metal on it silver. painted the face where the numbers are all black. and the base and part of the handle candy apple red. The red will have something over it. It makes the phone look like an apple. I am thinking about doing pink over it, well painting pink over lace to give it a nice texture and some funk. I just need a good sticker or something to put over the numbers- In frustration b/c i didn't have a smaller brush and kept getting black on them I just painted them all black. So I have to fix that. Then get a new cord and it be done. I wish I had a home phone so I could actually use it. Oh well. The pic is for the imaginatoin impaired. Not exactly what the phone looks like, but pretty damn close. This one looks alittle more nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113344947980508934?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113344947980508934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113344947980508934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113344947980508934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113344947980508934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/12/dubba-dubba.html' title='dubba dubba'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113329006827834798</id><published>2005-11-29T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T13:47:52.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys in Blue</title><content type='html'>Yeah!! Go Colts!&lt;br /&gt;I ran home from work fabreezed my lucky blue sweatshirt and headed out the door. I went to the Murat to meet Chicken one of the chef's at work.  He was hooking me up with a ride to Pan Am Plaza. That way I didn't have to fork over the 5 for the cab and atleast 15 to park. (by the way Shannon, he asked about you AGAIN) I met up with Angie, Ernie, Steve, Tony. Lisa, Jose,( Jose's baby -momma- to- be is doing well) and Jason were all working too. I attempted to resist the free beer but... it was fun to sneak them throught the crowd. We all have developed a highly ingeious underground beer hand off. I was on truck duty. I was in charge of getting into the beer truck and loading up my pockets and down my shirt Brrrr. So it is then taken to the cloest tent, wrapped in a table linen, or pored into a coffee cup. The ones wrappe dare then put on a cart contaning other small useless items and wheeled through the crowd to the next tent. Those are dropped off with coffee cups and so forth. Brilliant. Unknown to any guest the whole crew is slamming beers just as fast as they are serving them up :) I had a sack of finds. I scored a pink colts hat and ear warmer that someone have bought and left on the table. And loaded the bag with beers.&lt;br /&gt;So after the gamed started (no tickets :(   Ernie, Ang, Tony, and I walked a couple block to Hooters to watch the first quarter. I had never been to a Hooters. Yes NEVER.  Polished off 2 pitchers of the worst beer ever had, then grabbed our own bag of beers and headed to the next bar. We  were being nice and handing beers to the homeless dudes. I stuck one in a newspaper box. That is a nice surprise for some one. We went to Coach's. Not a surprise that Armando was there. The surprise was that he was with a lady. hehehe that was funny. We stayed for the remander of the game. Tony and I trucked it back to the Murat on foot down Penn and cut over on Michigan. Nice walk, not too chilly.&lt;br /&gt;I never get to check out the stuff like the lights on Monument Circle or the War museum, or even  the park. Luckly I am only 2 blocks from the Murat. It was good night! My stomach hurt this morning from laughing so much.&lt;br /&gt;Angie said that she missed me. :) I told her that I didn't want to break up but she needs to get over what ever it is that pissed her off. So we cool. What really made her miss me.... she went out with Carrie on Friday and they met up with Armando (boooo) and all went to Ike's. Mando and her both said they missed me dancing with them. Good!&lt;br /&gt;***********Attention sister. Be careful Mike (wierd guy) has moved to FL too. So I hope you don't run into him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113329006827834798?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113329006827834798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113329006827834798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113329006827834798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113329006827834798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-boys-in-blue.html' title='My boys in Blue'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113319529123156380</id><published>2005-11-28T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T11:28:11.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear guy at the bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What was it that turned you on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Was it my smile or blush in my cheeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Could it have been the wink from across the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Was the whisper of a dance in your ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The way I touched the leather of my boot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A hand held escort across the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The way I ignored the others passing by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What was it that turned you on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Was it the giggle at your joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Could it have been the way I bit my lip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Was it the sweet smell of my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The curve of my hips noticed by your fingertips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A firm touch on your chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The bounce in my step as I walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113319529123156380?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113319529123156380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113319529123156380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113319529123156380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113319529123156380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/11/dear-guy-at-bar.html' title='Dear guy at the bar'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113277511441191012</id><published>2005-11-23T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T14:45:14.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wing, thigh, breast, or neck</title><content type='html'>I just want to say... have a Happy Thanksgiving day!&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had something more profound to say, but that is it.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113277511441191012?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113277511441191012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113277511441191012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113277511441191012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113277511441191012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/11/wing-thigh-breast-or-neck.html' title='Wing, thigh, breast, or neck'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113267371005268982</id><published>2005-11-22T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T10:35:10.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it sleet, Let it sleet...........</title><content type='html'>I spent most of yesterday looking through Christmas magazines, websites, books. I am still not feeling it. But for all of you have already begun the decorating (YOU FOOLS! I am glad you can feel ok about wasting electricity) Here is a little diddy that is one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, Christmas time is near,Time for toys and time for cheer,We've been good, but we can't lastHurry Christmas, hurry fast,&lt;br /&gt;Want a plane that loops the loop,Me, I want a hula hoop,We can hardly stand the wait,Please Christmas, don't be late.&lt;br /&gt;Want a plane that loops the loop,I still want a hula hoop,We can hardly stand the wait,Please Christmas, don't be late.&lt;br /&gt;We can hardly stand the wait,Please Christmas, don't be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I hope that is stuck in your head for the rest of the day like it has been in mine. "HULA HOOP!" I know you are all trying to get that high note..I don't want a hula hoop this year again. I just want an i pod. So everyone out there if you all chip in just a little( the collection plate will be passed around shortly) You can do your small part in making this sweet girl's(me) dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no pertenant news to share with the world. I did not ask the guy at the coffee shop  to hang out. He was really busy this morning. He will not be back for a couple of days b/c  he is going to see family tomorrow. Boy, does me make a mean hazlenut latte though.  I am not sure that I want to go on a date with him now. I do want to hang out with him. Hmmm I need to make him want to ask me to hang out and not on a date. Tricky, but I think I can do it. I don't want to just ask him " Hi Coffeeshop Dave, do you want to be my friend?" Although it would be pretty funny if I did. But if someone said that to me I might think they were metally challenged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113267371005268982?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113267371005268982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113267371005268982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113267371005268982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113267371005268982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/11/let-it-sleet-let-it-sleet.html' title='Let it sleet, Let it sleet...........'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113206831292393189</id><published>2005-11-15T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:25:12.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it has been awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things are good right now. Not a lot to report. I did get a pleasant surprise. An old friend from when I was a kid found me. His wife did a search for me and my friend on myspace. I am shocked that someone was looking for me. It is nice to be found once in awhile. He called and we reminisced for a couple of hours. I haven't spoke to him since I was 17 or so. He told me of some grand story of how I was found. He recalled a superstition that I had when I was younger, sometimes still do it. When the clock has all the same numbers i.e. 11:11 you make a wish. On November 11th at 11:11 he made the wish to find my friend and I. The next day his wife on a whim ot knowing of the wish searched us and there we were. After I apologized for being a bitch to him so many years ago. He had a crush on me, that at the time I dismissed. I guess this was not as insignificant to him. Water under the bridge so to speak. The real freaky thing is that he just started a job across the street from were I work. So we made plans to meet for lunch soon. I was a little taken aback at his seriousness at renewing our friendship. I don't keep in contact with too many of my old friends, it feels good to talk to someone that I feel already knows me. I know a lot of people and I have many friends, but when I really think about it they all seem to be strangers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture from NYtimes. I usually get online and check it out a couple of times a week. I like to read the science and art section. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;astronomers operating NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope: The new image, appropriately called "Mountains of Creation," shows star-forming pillars in a region known as W5 in the constellation Cassiopeia. These pillars, at heights up to 40 light-years, are 10 times as large as those in the famous Hubble image(The Pillars of Creation, 1995). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113206831292393189?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113206831292393189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113206831292393189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113206831292393189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113206831292393189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-know-it-has-been-awhile.html' title='I know it has been awhile'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113105211838100874</id><published>2005-11-03T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T16:08:38.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>off to see the wizard</title><content type='html'>Today has sucked so far. I was kicked off my computer at work, we have a big boss lady in today. So we were down one. I had to wait until some one t leave to get on. I was sacrificed b/c i am the low man on the totum poll. Didn't really matter. I don't have any real work to do any way and email buddy is out sick. ( fucker! why you gotta be sick when i'm bored, you are not allowed to ever get sick again. You are here solely for my amusement.)&lt;br /&gt;Sis and I are leaving tonight to drive to Tampa. That should be fun. I am in kinda a pissy mood so we will see how it goes. Gotto go home pack my stuff then head to her house to finsih packing for her so she can go to dinner with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My goals for the mini vaction. Not to freak out after being in the car for days. To see something hilarious. To get my feet wet. To get home safely. (I don't like flying by myself. I have only done it one other time.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113105211838100874?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113105211838100874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113105211838100874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113105211838100874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113105211838100874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/11/off-to-see-wizard.html' title='off to see the wizard'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113088137162649871</id><published>2005-11-01T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T16:42:51.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much candy again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/pumpkinpuke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/320/pumpkinpuke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113088137162649871?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113088137162649871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113088137162649871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113088137162649871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113088137162649871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/11/too-much-candy-again.html' title='Too much candy again'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113088049851537970</id><published>2005-11-01T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T16:28:18.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20051101/od_nm/philippines_greenpeace_dc;_ylt=AiA_PoOQTk6RBgnemMeLcz7tiBIF;_ylu=X3oDMTA5aHJvMDdwBHNlYwN5bmNhdA"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20051101/od_nm/philippines_greenpeace_dc;_ylt=AiA_PoOQTk6RBgnemMeLcz7tiBIF;_ylu=X3oDMTA5aHJvMDdwBHNlYwN5bmNhdA&lt;/a&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113088049851537970?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113088049851537970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113088049851537970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113088049851537970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113088049851537970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/11/irony.html' title='irony'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113086677523572103</id><published>2005-11-01T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T12:39:35.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please just let me go to sleep now</title><content type='html'>The gov't mule show was great last night. I don't care who you are or what kinda music you like you can not disagree that Warren Haynes is a bad ass musician.  during sound check the band attempted to learn Pearl Jam's Nothing man. I was alittle hessitant about it. I am a big fan of Eddie so watch out. They didn't do too bad when they busted it out half way through their first set.&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was odd. It was mostly older men with poor dental heigine. But they were really great tippers. All we had to do was smile and they were throwing money at us girls. Although I did have a couple wierdos getting a little to confortable and graffic. That comes with the job either you smile or smack em. I was happy so I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get home until 2. Then phone rings and I am up until 4:30 AM. DRAMA I didn't get into work until 10 today. I didn't sleep well the night before, so I am D-O-N-E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113086677523572103?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113086677523572103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113086677523572103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113086677523572103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113086677523572103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/11/please-just-let-me-go-to-sleep-now.html' title='Please just let me go to sleep now'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16226588.post-113077772697709872</id><published>2005-10-31T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:55:27.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/1600/pattounge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7474/1532/200/pattounge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am excited about getting a little beach time this week. Although it will not be the beach that I want. I just need to see a palm tree and I will be happy. Shannon (brown) and I (blonde) are leaving Friday to go to Tampa. She is relocating for the winter with work. I am a little bit sad. I have spent as much time as I can with her the last couple of weeks. So we will be good and sick of each other by the time we get there.  20 some plus hours in a car with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck Sis!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I got dibs on the booty jeans :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16226588-113077772697709872?l=cinfullygood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/feeds/113077772697709872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16226588&amp;postID=113077772697709872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113077772697709872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16226588/posts/default/113077772697709872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinfullygood.blogspot.com/2005/10/snow-bird.html' title='Snow Bird'/><author><name>cinnamon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00970617336020298367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
