<?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-10285701</id><updated>2011-12-13T22:53:21.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomtivity</title><subtitle type='html'>this is the true story of a single girl, living in atlanta to see what happens when people annoy her</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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neighbor. &amp;nbsp;then she moved out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-1836197632446782129?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/1836197632446782129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=1836197632446782129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/1836197632446782129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/1836197632446782129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2010/11/fairy-tale.html' title='fairy tale'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-9101016344060328181</id><published>2009-11-25T09:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:28:49.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's microwaveable</title><content type='html'>yesterday, at publix, i saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/Sw0_FnxhWKI/AAAAAAAAADw/hAErkbdZIos/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" 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title='it&apos;s microwaveable'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/Sw0_FnxhWKI/AAAAAAAAADw/hAErkbdZIos/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-3499956801855438784</id><published>2009-10-28T08:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T08:16:48.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>i had two emails in my inbox this morning. &amp;nbsp;they were both cnn breaking news emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one loves me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-3499956801855438784?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/3499956801855438784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=3499956801855438784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/3499956801855438784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/3499956801855438784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2009/10/2.html' title='2'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-4391064431806987539</id><published>2009-10-21T13:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:16:18.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>breakfast anyone?</title><content type='html'>i am an awesome sale/coupon shopper. &amp;nbsp;today i went to publix and purchased the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 bags of 8 o'clock coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Eight O’Clock Coffee" src="http://akimageswest.shoplocal.com/cmswimages/publix//15779/b_876222_9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 bottles of coffeemate (peppermint mocha flavor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Nestlé Coffee-mate Coffee Creamer" src="http://akimageswest.shoplocal.com/cmswimages/publix//15779/b_876227_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 bananas&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="http://astrology.yahoo.com/channel/health/can-bananas-cure-depression-442526/" src="http://www.google.com/images?q=tbn:4427cglrue7peM::www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/2008/06/16-22/bananas.jpg&amp;amp;h=78&amp;amp;w=97&amp;amp;usg=__8sJBZwnfszsf9Atk4VnmOBcwKbA=" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 1 can of batter blaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Organic Batter Blaster Batter" src="http://akimageswest.shoplocal.com/cmswimages/publix//15779/b_876228_13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all for just under $7. &amp;nbsp;the bottom of the receipt said i had saved $12.97.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-4391064431806987539?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4391064431806987539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=4391064431806987539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/4391064431806987539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/4391064431806987539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2009/10/breakfast-anyone.html' title='breakfast anyone?'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-5439144414916043550</id><published>2009-10-16T14:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:54:30.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i am surprised it hasn't been over a year since i have been here. &amp;nbsp;i wish there was something profound to say. &amp;nbsp;it's friday and i am bored beyond belief. &amp;nbsp;i think i am in a funk because i am trying to wait out the work day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could remove that adsense nonsense - it's ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-5439144414916043550?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5439144414916043550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=5439144414916043550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/5439144414916043550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/5439144414916043550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh.html' title='oh'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-4312748535414551119</id><published>2009-01-12T08:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:33:48.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe, maybe not</title><content type='html'>all the pens in my life are beginning to run out of ink.  i can't help but to think it is symbolic of something in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-4312748535414551119?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4312748535414551119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=4312748535414551119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/4312748535414551119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/4312748535414551119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-maybe-not.html' title='maybe, maybe not'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-8888010411125360467</id><published>2008-12-16T08:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:22:53.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>that's what i get for trying to do my part</title><content type='html'>i have come realize that recycling just makes you look like an alcoholic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-8888010411125360467?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8888010411125360467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=8888010411125360467' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/8888010411125360467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/8888010411125360467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-what-i-get-for-trying-to-do-my.html' title='that&apos;s what i get for trying to do my part'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-8828787195029241752</id><published>2008-10-22T11:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:11:47.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>people, they irritate me</title><content type='html'>i know - shocking right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know when someone asks you a question and they don't hear what they want to hear and then they try to talk you into the answer they want even though you have no affect on the outcome whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, i hate that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-8828787195029241752?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8828787195029241752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=8828787195029241752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/8828787195029241752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/8828787195029241752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/10/people-they-irritate-me.html' title='people, they irritate me'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-8751850866534980515</id><published>2008-10-09T09:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:32:35.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday, meh</title><content type='html'>my sister and i attend the home football games of the georgia bulldogs.  we get there all jacked up and take our seats.  watch as our bullodogs take on the visiting team and after half time, katie always falls into what she calls her 3rd quarter slump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i decided that wednesday is my weekely 3rd quarter slump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-8751850866534980515?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8751850866534980515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=8751850866534980515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/8751850866534980515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/8751850866534980515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/10/wednesday-meh.html' title='wednesday, meh'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-8348113043810915117</id><published>2008-10-02T15:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:28:55.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>that's what happens when you assume</title><content type='html'>josh has about 10 things in his netflix queue and had a netflix for over a month. he decided the other day that he would finally send it back and update his queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he comes into the kitchen and says 'there, i updated my list and now there is 300 on there'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said '300! nuh-uh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said 'yes there is, go look'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said '300? in 10 minutes?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said 'yea'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk to the computer to check out his queue and realize that he has the movie '300' in his queue and not 300 movies in his queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he still has only around 10 things listed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-8348113043810915117?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8348113043810915117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=8348113043810915117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/8348113043810915117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/8348113043810915117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/10/ah-netflix.html' title='that&apos;s what happens when you assume'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-5293340746228661645</id><published>2008-09-25T08:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:27:24.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>weird</title><content type='html'>at home i have to have ice in my water and rarely in my diet coke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at work i never put ice in my water and always add it to my diet coke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-5293340746228661645?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5293340746228661645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=5293340746228661645' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/5293340746228661645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/5293340746228661645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/09/weird.html' title='weird'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-4792138801888079754</id><published>2008-08-22T22:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:03:38.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my grandmother</title><content type='html'>4-ish months (19 weeks and 1 day) ago my father's father passed away.  (for those who know me - 19 years ago, on august 28, my father passed away).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, at that time my 84 year old grandmother told my 29 year old sister that her 'life was over'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we, naturally, assumed that she was sad and missing her husband.  a man  she had known for 60 plus years.  apparently we were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks ago today she entered a hospice care center.  for those who ever wanted to know when they would die - no you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not saying we know when my grandmother may pass, but when you enter a hospice care center . . . it's soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past month has been extremely stressful for my sister and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother, well my mother kind of strives in stressful, tragic situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's proven to be more than i can handle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-4792138801888079754?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4792138801888079754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=4792138801888079754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/4792138801888079754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/4792138801888079754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-grandmother.html' title='my grandmother'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-4216543174910746626</id><published>2008-08-09T01:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:22:20.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia induced indecision</title><content type='html'>i, just tonight, have downloaded:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - chris brown 'forever'&lt;br /&gt;2 - cold play 'viva la vida'&lt;br /&gt;3 - katy perry 'i kissed a girl'&lt;br /&gt;4 - chromeo 'bonafide lovin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh - no as i sit here playing desktop taipei, i cannot decide on my current favorite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must first say how i used to detest cold play.  i mean really, i SO hated them.  now i am instantly addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however,  all these songs are equally addictive.  so, here i sit, 1:20am (after 3 hours) unable to end the 4 song play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is, of course, after the abba download from last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-4216543174910746626?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4216543174910746626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=4216543174910746626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/4216543174910746626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/4216543174910746626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/08/insomnia-induced-indecision.html' title='insomnia induced indecision'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-8276552641732420198</id><published>2008-07-30T10:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:39:39.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>olympics, scholympics</title><content type='html'>the other day katie and our uncle were in a disccussion (i wasn't really paying attention) and then i hear katie (speaking with great passion, like only katie does) exclaim 'these are athletes that have trained all their lives to go to the olympics!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought to myself - 'so, who cares?  why do they get to 'train' all day everyday while the rest of have to work?'  but i wasn't about add anything to that conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i discovered something about myself - i don't get the olympics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-8276552641732420198?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8276552641732420198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=8276552641732420198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/8276552641732420198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/8276552641732420198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/07/olympics-scholympics.html' title='olympics, scholympics'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-4072074227778503405</id><published>2008-07-22T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:06:06.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another opportunity squandered</title><content type='html'>i hate it when i forget to relentlessly obsess over something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause, see - whenever i mail my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;netflix&lt;/span&gt; back (and by 'mail' i mean put it on the office's outgoing mail shelf) i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; go back to my desk to check my queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, once i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; an email from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;netflix&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt;, i refresh my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;queque&lt;/span&gt; easily 23 times until it tells me what will be mailed to me that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, however, i forgot to obsess. i got my email this morning and not until 8 hours later (when i got my email from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;netflix&lt;/span&gt; shipping) did i even remember i was going to get something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my email popped up and i thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i forgot to obsess over that all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-4072074227778503405?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4072074227778503405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=4072074227778503405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/4072074227778503405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/4072074227778503405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-opportunity-squandered.html' title='another opportunity squandered'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-285519881101927184</id><published>2008-07-15T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:10:33.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you'd think coconut rice would be weird, but it's not</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Caribbean Tilapia with Coconut Rice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful flaky tilapia is crusted with jerk seasoning, a combination of onion, garlic, thyme, allspice, cinnamon, nutmeg, and&lt;br /&gt;cayenne pepper. This dish tosses up some spicy island flavors! Paired with jasmine rice flavored with rich coconut milk will create the&lt;br /&gt;perfect balance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-285519881101927184?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/285519881101927184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=285519881101927184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/285519881101927184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/285519881101927184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/07/youd-think-coconut-rice-would-be-weird.html' title='you&apos;d think coconut rice would be weird, but it&apos;s not'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-3160640236361401447</id><published>2008-07-11T16:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T16:45:16.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what is brunch exactly?</title><content type='html'>i went to lunch today with my friend josh.  his 18th wedding anniversary is sunday.  i asked what they might be doing.  and then this exchange happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh:  we thought about brunch&lt;br /&gt;me:  mmm, brunch is lovely.  i have never had brunch.&lt;br /&gt;josh:  me either.&lt;br /&gt;josh:  well, i've slept late and then ate something when i got up, but i don't know if you could call that brunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-3160640236361401447?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/3160640236361401447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=3160640236361401447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/3160640236361401447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/3160640236361401447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-brunch-exactly.html' title='what is brunch exactly?'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-4475071623036979021</id><published>2008-07-08T16:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:12:35.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my mom, she's the hilariousist</title><content type='html'>my mom and i watch 'the mole'. last night it wasn't on because there was a 2 hour 'bachelorette' episode on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom emails me today and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'what happened on 'the mole' last night, all i could see was 'the bachelorette'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, if you don't try hard enough you can't see what everyone else is watching.  all i could imagine was the two of us standing in a big crowd and i can see 'the mole' and she can see 'the bachelorette'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did i respond to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'that's all i could see too'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-4475071623036979021?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4475071623036979021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=4475071623036979021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/4475071623036979021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/4475071623036979021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-mom-shes-hilariousist.html' title='my mom, she&apos;s the hilariousist'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-4313468764533963169</id><published>2008-06-23T08:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:11:18.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hey</title><content type='html'>it's my birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-4313468764533963169?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-6784547922073141324</id><published>2008-06-03T14:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:35:14.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i am not buying pineapple this week . . .</title><content type='html'>so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every week i buy the stinking stuff because there it is, or it's cheap or who knows - but not this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am always bummed when i have to eat it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-6784547922073141324?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/6784547922073141324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=6784547922073141324' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/6784547922073141324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/6784547922073141324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-not-buying-pineapple-this-week.html' title='i am not buying pineapple this week . . .'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-8816387397039928656</id><published>2008-05-30T13:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:29:49.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just because you never know when you may need to leave the country</title><content type='html'>i went to have passport pictures taken today. when handing over the finished product, the lady helping me said 'you are very photogenic' and i said 'thank you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i was thinking 'i know'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-8816387397039928656?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8816387397039928656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=8816387397039928656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/8816387397039928656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/8816387397039928656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-because-you-never-know-when-you.html' title='just because you never know when you may need to leave the country'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-4202266671622157338</id><published>2008-05-21T08:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:02:30.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i am on a diet. . .</title><content type='html'>and i am not happy about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-4202266671622157338?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4202266671622157338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=4202266671622157338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/4202266671622157338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/4202266671622157338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-on-diet.html' title='i am on a diet. . .'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-8390959511648022281</id><published>2008-05-06T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:16:26.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not that i am complaining. . .</title><content type='html'>but it's kinda creepy the government can just deposit money into your account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-8390959511648022281?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8390959511648022281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=8390959511648022281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/8390959511648022281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/8390959511648022281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-that-i-am-complaining.html' title='not that i am complaining. . .'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-5452970124675751667</id><published>2008-04-10T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:51:07.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what is the world coming to?</title><content type='html'>i remember a time when one was handed their change, after the purchase of goods , in an efficient and helpful manner.  what happened?  years ago i worked retail and i always handed someone their coins and then the bills and then the receipt being sure to give them time to put everything away before walking away from my counter.  nowadays everything is stacked into one pile and handed to you all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;receipt&lt;br /&gt;bills&lt;br /&gt;coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, you have to stand there and juggle the change into its place, separate the bills from the receipt, put them in their home and then deal with receipt (usually shoving it down in the bag).**  and then when you don't move out of the way immediately you piss off everyone in line behind you and the checkout clerk.  i can always feel them burning wholes into the side of my head with their glares.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss change transaction efficiency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**the answer to 'would you like your receipt in the bag or with you' should always be 'in the bag' so let's start putting it there without asking the question.  if lone werido wants it with them, they can pull it out later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-5452970124675751667?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-5195004444296498296</id><published>2008-03-31T10:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T10:55:21.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>good grief</title><content type='html'>i just got locked in the bathroom at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-5195004444296498296?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5195004444296498296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=5195004444296498296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inadvertently&lt;/span&gt; ordered something from target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***UPDATE***&lt;br /&gt;on further inspection i realize it is an xtra small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R-pHGN_Me5I/AAAAAAAAABI/qL9Z5LTsSgM/s1600-h/shirt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182032493402684306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R-pHGN_Me5I/AAAAAAAAABI/qL9Z5LTsSgM/s320/shirt2.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/10285701-4293484062661931307?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4293484062661931307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-4376348719425348267</id><published>2008-03-05T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T13:53:21.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>email exchange with my mom</title><content type='html'>me:  'for the past two days, my right eye has had a spasm in it.  every few minutes i look like i have a lazy eye.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom:  'OH Sweetie.  If it does not stop soon you need to see about it.  Spasms happen but I don't think they are to last more that a few days.  Are you getting enough sleep?  Have you hit your head or eye ..even just softy?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-4376348719425348267?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4376348719425348267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=4376348719425348267' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/4376348719425348267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/4376348719425348267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/03/email-exchange-with-my-mom.html' title='email exchange with my mom'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-2511793050765119485</id><published>2008-02-28T11:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:22:38.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's actually sad when you think about it</title><content type='html'>my apartment complex has this new thing where i can log in, pay my rent, request and track service requests, get news, check out perks, update my profile and all sorts of other lovely things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could not be more jacked over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-2511793050765119485?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/2511793050765119485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=2511793050765119485' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/2511793050765119485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/2511793050765119485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-actually-sad-when-you-think-about.html' title='it&apos;s actually sad when you think about it'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-2843619656646967920</id><published>2008-02-27T14:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T14:53:32.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all about perspecive i suppose</title><content type='html'>back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;december&lt;/span&gt;, right before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;, josh attended a work luncheon and ended up leaving with about $500.  this was due to a combination of a bonus, winning a ticket drawing and an employee of the year bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he called afterward to tell me of his good fortune.  being the supportive girlfriend i am i said 'wow, that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;.  i am so happy for you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh said 'it's better than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;, it's great!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that still gets me from time to time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-2843619656646967920?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/2843619656646967920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=2843619656646967920' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/2843619656646967920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/2843619656646967920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-all-about-perspecive-i-suppose.html' title='it&apos;s all about perspecive i suppose'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-7839536261681773518</id><published>2008-02-05T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T12:20:51.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when in doubt, read the instructions</title><content type='html'>so, i have spots on my knives. from the dishwasher. i decided i needed jet dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, that'll get rid of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i go to the store. pick some up and take it home. i twist open the little thing in the dishwsher. i notice the lid says 'do not fill past full mark on stem'. . . what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am i supposed to know how much that is? the stem is in my hand. so i just squirt a whole bunch down in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, that should be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the next time i run the dishwasher, i squirt a whole bunch more down in there. at this point i am still perplexed as to how much should be squirted in there. but that, in no way, stops me from doing it the next two times i run the dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i am starting to run low on jetdry because it is, in fact, a tiny little bottle. i think that i am going to need more soon and how come they don't sell them in bigger bottles and jeez this is expensive just not to have spots on my knives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is at this moment that i decided to read the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, maybe that will make more sense than what the dishwasher says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following thoughts occured to me while reading the instructions:&lt;br /&gt;fill the rinse agent dispenser in your dishwasher door. &lt;em&gt;done!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not overfill. &lt;em&gt;um, ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wipe up any spilled product and replace dispenser cap. &lt;em&gt;oops, so didn't do that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refill when needed, at least once a month. &lt;em&gt;oh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knew? they should really make these things more clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-7839536261681773518?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/7839536261681773518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=7839536261681773518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/7839536261681773518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/7839536261681773518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-in-doubt-read-instructions.html' title='when in doubt, read the instructions'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-2639893265267623177</id><published>2008-02-01T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T12:45:42.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>i cannot begin to tell you how relieved i am that is finally february.  i couldn't stand one more ounce of january.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-2639893265267623177?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/2639893265267623177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>farce</title><content type='html'>i have been on and off weight watchers for several years now. i am a big fan of the program and proof that it does work. over the years i have tried a number of weight watcher products. some i liked, some i loved, some were just alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, my friend, is an abomination. if you look closely at the box you will see a cheery box o' 'flakes 'n fiber with oats' - yummy right? and only 1 point per serving?!! i am eating this everyday!!! i purchaed this product, carried it home and placed it in the pantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4q4cHmsrhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/acRQzfvvrsc/s1600-h/cereal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155135516696161810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4q4cHmsrhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/acRQzfvvrsc/s200/cereal1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one fine sunday morning i arose from slumber, made my way to the kitchen, started the coffee, retrieved a bowl from the pantry, filled said bowl with 'flakes 'n fiber with oats' (only 1 point!!), carefully pored the milk over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point i remember thinking 'this doesn't really look like the picture' but i pressed on. i retrieved a spoon from the drawer, slide the spoon into the bowl, lifted a decent sized bite out and began to eat torn up pieces of cardboard. this is, almost, the worst thing i have ever eaten. and i have had haggas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4q4b3msrgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RyXNr7otos4/s1600-h/cereal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155135512401194498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4q4b3msrgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RyXNr7otos4/s200/cereal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is hard to tell from this tiny picture, but there are definitely no flakes in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4q4G3msreI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9xeoGQmGaQI/s1600-h/cereal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have had other flavors of their cereal and they are quite good. i have no idea what happened here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4q4HHmsrfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sGL4A0O16KI/s1600-h/cereal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-5315996550201242693?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5315996550201242693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=5315996550201242693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-454815460715522074</id><published>2008-01-19T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T20:07:00.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping tip</title><content type='html'>if you ever want to browse a really horrible selection of puzzles. . . go to walmart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-454815460715522074?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/454815460715522074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=454815460715522074' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/454815460715522074'/><link 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yogurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-317723469257175945?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/317723469257175945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=317723469257175945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/317723469257175945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/317723469257175945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/01/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-4723594597169617462</id><published>2008-01-17T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:20:02.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how about don't eat my yogurt?</title><content type='html'>not all that long ago i made special trip to target to get a different variety of flavors of yogurt. i brought them home, placed them in the refrigerator. around an hour later josh comes to me with an &lt;strong&gt;empty&lt;/strong&gt; container of yogurt, spoon in hand, disgusted scowl on his face and says 'this tastes like a candle.' i said 'how about don't eat my yogurt?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-4723594597169617462?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4723594597169617462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=4723594597169617462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/4723594597169617462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/4723594597169617462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-about-dont-eat-my-yogurt.html' title='how about don&apos;t eat my yogurt?'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-1432950808987135791</id><published>2008-01-14T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T11:56:54.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>really?</title><content type='html'>around june or so last year, my dear boyfriend josh mentioned a movie he would watch when he was younger. he said it was called 'rock-n-roll highschool.' it came on tv and 'it had that guy from that show corey &amp;amp; corey' and i would say 'what show?' and he would say 'you know, that show you would watch, we watched it together one time' and i would say 'i have no idea what show you are talking about' so we went back and forth about some show i would watch that had that guy in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea what he was talking about. so at one point i put 'rock-n-roll highschool' on my netflix list and noted that it was either about the ramones or had the ramones in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it came, he watched it and said it wasn't the right one. once again we went round and round about 'that guy from the corey and corey' show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, all at once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 2 months later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was talking about this reality show on a&amp;amp;e this summer called &lt;a href="http://www.aetv.com/the-two-coreys/"&gt;'the two coreys&lt;/a&gt;' i had watched it over the summer and promptly forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so - we determined it was corey feldman and googled him. turns out the movie was called 'rock-n-roll highschool forever' and that it was the sequel to the ramones movie. furthermore, it was not on dvd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you couldn't rent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this just bugged josh to death and the the following conversation ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh: why isn't it on dvd?&lt;br /&gt;me: it must not have done very well&lt;br /&gt;josh: but it was really good&lt;br /&gt;me: apparently not&lt;br /&gt;josh: but, it's the sequel. the first one is on dvd&lt;br /&gt;me: yea, but the first one has the ramones in it&lt;br /&gt;josh: yea, but the second on has corey feldman in it&lt;br /&gt;me: (blankly staring)&lt;br /&gt;josh: (blankly staring back)&lt;br /&gt;me (after the appropriate amount of 'are you serious' silence had gone by): there is no comparison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i can say in his defense is that he was born in 1980 and he just doesn't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-1432950808987135791?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-1741775950526403820</id><published>2008-01-10T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T08:43:01.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>history</title><content type='html'>i have been watching showtime's 'the tudors' through netflix. i like how the plague lasted 53 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-1741775950526403820?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/1741775950526403820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=1741775950526403820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;ho, hum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-6891572254593616475?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/6891572254593616475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=6891572254593616475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/6891572254593616475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/6891572254593616475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2007/09/september.html' title='september. . .'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-2801390491107875326</id><published>2007-05-31T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T09:33:41.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>last saturday</title><content type='html'>i was standing around waiting for something and had a realization about myself. i don't like standing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-2801390491107875326?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-1726799864529317521</id><published>2007-05-30T14:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:43:09.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>recently, i was looking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;at my picture in my profile there on the left. i do like that picture but maybe it is time for a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/Rl3FE1MguHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CIsPpWBiSCA/s1600-h/me!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070425442278750322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/Rl3FE1MguHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CIsPpWBiSCA/s200/me!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/Rl3FFlMguII/AAAAAAAAAAU/9cBfUVGSAZk/s1600-h/justme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070425455163652226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/Rl3FFlMguII/AAAAAAAAAAU/9cBfUVGSAZk/s200/justme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably the top one.  the weird thing is those two pictures are from the same trip last september.  and yet, i look so much more tan in one than the other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-1726799864529317521?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/1726799864529317521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=1726799864529317521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/1726799864529317521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/1726799864529317521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2007/05/recently-i-was-looking.html' title='recently, i was looking'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/Rl3FE1MguHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CIsPpWBiSCA/s72-c/me!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-2843473813761846425</id><published>2007-05-30T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:38:11.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>holy shit!</title><content type='html'>is may ever going to end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-2843473813761846425?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/2843473813761846425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=2843473813761846425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/2843473813761846425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/2843473813761846425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2007/05/holy-shit.html' title='holy shit!'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-7189335461441668379</id><published>2007-04-13T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T10:09:58.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we really are a lot alike</title><content type='html'>last night my sister and i were at a dinner of childhood friends (which is another topic altogether). anyhow, we stood around talking for a while and the i said 'as my grandfather always says 'don't threaten to leave and then not do it''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our hostess says 'gosh that is kind of brash' - which i always that it was self-depricating. meaning, i always felt like you were going to leave and your you host got excited about you leaving and then you didn't and they were bummed about it. i slept on it and quizzed my sister this morning and here is the result of that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: what exactly does that mean? i always thought it meant that the host was glad you were leaving and then you stayed for an hour bumming them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katie: i never really thought of it as being harsh until last night. i just though it meant don't stand around for an hour sort of leaving and sort of not. leave or don't leave. make up your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: definitely leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katie: yep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-7189335461441668379?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/7189335461441668379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=7189335461441668379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/7189335461441668379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/7189335461441668379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-really-are-lot-alike.html' title='we really are a lot alike'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-9086162525326766892</id><published>2007-03-28T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T11:07:26.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4:26am</title><content type='html'>i do this thing when i am really sleepy and i don't want to open my eyes and look at the clock. i visualize me picking my head up, opening my eyes and looking at the clock. i always get the time this way when i am half asleep. i doubt very highly that i am ever right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning it was very early (still dark outside) and i couldn't be bothered with looking at the time. so i visualized myself turning on the tv and pushing the guide button. the number i saw was 3:26 - 3:26! that can't be right. then i remembered that the guide time was still off by an hour so, oh yea - it's 4:26am. yea, that seems better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actual time: i have no idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-9086162525326766892?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/9086162525326766892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=9086162525326766892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/9086162525326766892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/9086162525326766892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2007/03/426am.html' title='4:26am'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-2311297940299729225</id><published>2007-03-27T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T09:02:13.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yea, it still does</title><content type='html'>as a child i remember riding in traffic and thinking about how people were going from their jobs to their homes.  then i would think about how no one lived near their jobs and i always wondered why they didn't switch houses with those people that did live near their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it still seems like a good idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-2311297940299729225?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/2311297940299729225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=2311297940299729225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/2311297940299729225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/2311297940299729225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2007/03/yea-it-still-does.html' title='yea, it still does'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-267435215589435741</id><published>2007-03-21T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T09:13:24.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate spring</title><content type='html'>we have been using a different coffee pot at work recently. while it produces a much tastier and, by far, a hotter coffee - it does no provide the daily science class reminder of &lt;a href="http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/10/water-displacement.html"&gt;water displacement&lt;/a&gt;. that makes me sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-267435215589435741?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/267435215589435741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=267435215589435741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/267435215589435741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/267435215589435741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hate-spring.html' title='i hate spring'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-4753847477212830557</id><published>2007-02-16T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T07:52:46.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>recently and frequently. . .</title><content type='html'>i have found myself thinking 'wow, i sure spend a large amount of time sober'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still in debate as to whether that is good or bad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-4753847477212830557?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4753847477212830557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=4753847477212830557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/4753847477212830557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/4753847477212830557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2007/02/recently-and-frequently.html' title='recently and frequently. . .'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-5337964916176072214</id><published>2007-02-08T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:51:34.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>context, really is, everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was driving to work this morning and i looked over to find a 40ish year old rather proper and prudish kind of woman bopping her head along with her radio. what was funny about this is that she was perfectly in tune with the song on my radio which was 'you can do it' by ice cube (chorus below). it just looked odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ms. Toi]&lt;br /&gt;You can do it put your back into it&lt;br /&gt;[Ice Cube]&lt;br /&gt;I can do it put your ass into it&lt;br /&gt;[Ms. Toi]&lt;br /&gt;You can do it put your back into it&lt;br /&gt;[Ice Cube]&lt;br /&gt;I can do it put your ass into it&lt;br /&gt;[Ms. Toi]&lt;br /&gt;Put your back into it&lt;br /&gt;[Ice Cube]&lt;br /&gt;Put your ass into it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-5337964916176072214?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5337964916176072214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=5337964916176072214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/5337964916176072214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/5337964916176072214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2007/02/context-really-is-everything.html' title='context, really is, everything'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-116974108836066371</id><published>2007-01-25T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T11:04:48.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seems like, recently, i see. . .</title><content type='html'>little clear buttons lying about everywhere i go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-116974108836066371?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/116974108836066371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=116974108836066371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/116974108836066371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/116974108836066371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2007/01/seems-like-recently-i-see.html' title='seems like, recently, i see. . .'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-116290718140428196</id><published>2006-11-07T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T08:46:21.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i am nothing if not efficient</title><content type='html'>this past friday evening i was all settled in my 3rd floor apartment when, all at once, i realized i had left something in my car. something i needed. so, once i had decided i would make the trek down the 2 flights of stairs the following thought crossed my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'well, if i am going to go all the way down there, i might as well go get some alcohol.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it still seems like a good idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-116290718140428196?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/116290718140428196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=116290718140428196' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/116290718140428196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/116290718140428196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-nothing-if-not-efficient.html' title='i am nothing if not efficient'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-116187019308781449</id><published>2006-10-26T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T09:43:13.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>water displacement</title><content type='html'>every morning at work i am reminded of science class. we have this coffee maker that holds one pot of water to heat it up and then when you pour another pot it, it 'displaces' that pot and fills with the room temperature water to heat, for the next pot. every time i pour the new pot of water in and the hot water comes out and fills the glass pitcher i think to myself 'water displacement'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-116187019308781449?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94859343@N00/253275896/"&gt;dane cook&lt;/a&gt; i think he is &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94859343@N00/253275897/"&gt;ryan reynolds&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus - that domino's commercial with the brownie square looks like a hunk of shit.  i swear, everytime he hugs that little girl and she has 'chocolate' on her i turn up my nose and think, that is so disgusting and in no way makes me want to order pizza or brownies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115927903068246678?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115927903068246678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115927903068246678' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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week' - i had dentist appointment tuesday morning and they took a picture of my tooth, the one waaaay in the back.  apparently i have 'decay' and have to get that sealed or something (whatever they do for decay).  i was telling my boss about this and he asks 'so you have a cavity?' - i say 'well, no one actually said the word cavity, but they are going to do something that sounds like what they do for a cavity.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday morning, while i am trying to eat breakfast, i notice i can't swallow as good as i could the night before.  my throat doesn't hurt and i don't feel bad, but i am struggling to swallow.  i go to the doctor and he says 'you have a bacterial infection here *points to a part of a picture of an ear* and it is making your gland swell causing you problems when you try to swallow.'  i tell my co-worker about this and she asks 'so you have an ear infection?' - i say 'well, he didn't actually say ear infection.'&lt;div 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house'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115823915475082520</id><published>2006-09-14T08:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T12:06:50.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i. . .</title><content type='html'>look in my pantry or refrigerator and say to myself 'really? this is what you have to eat? this is what you conscientiously go to the store and pay money for? really? this is it?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115823915475082520?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115696830608993759</id><published>2006-08-30T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T16:05:06.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my brain no work today</title><content type='html'>this morning i was getting ready for work and thinking about all the things i suck at and then i was going to list them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as soon as i got to work - i promptly forgot every last one of them. so, at 3:30 i decided i would make a list of things i am awesome at. here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - running into doorframes&lt;br /&gt;2 - dropping ice on the floor EVERY time i get some out of the freezer&lt;br /&gt;3 - having to pee 20 mins. into my treadmill trip&lt;br /&gt;4 - forgetting people's names&lt;br /&gt;5 - spilling water&lt;br /&gt;6 - burning the crap out of fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;7 - having a mental block about driving a stick shift&lt;br /&gt;8 - being lazy&lt;br /&gt;9 - thinking of great things to write about and then forgetting them&lt;br /&gt;10 - talking myself out of going to the gym&lt;br /&gt;11 - somehow damaging every new thing i get&lt;br /&gt;12 - taking random notes that i think i will understand later - but never do&lt;br /&gt;13 - spending money on things i don't need&lt;br /&gt;14 - confusing people&lt;br /&gt;15 - procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sure there are more but that is all i got for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115696830608993759?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115696830608993759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115687281976631103</id><published>2006-08-29T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T13:35:14.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just a game i like to play</title><content type='html'>when i go to the grocery store and i have a short list, i try to make my purchases as weird a combination as possible. i always wonder just how close the cashiers pay attention to people's purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had three (3) things on my list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - ketchup&lt;br /&gt;2 - sloppy joe sauce&lt;br /&gt;3 - toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is by far not my most random/varied list ever but the toothbrush thrown in with the two tomato/sauce-like products is a little odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my list for thursday is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - tanning oil&lt;br /&gt;2 - propel water (peach and berry flavors)&lt;br /&gt;3 - toothpicks&lt;br /&gt;4 - body soap&lt;br /&gt;5 - beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that looks very much like a trip list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo! 2 days til football and 3 days til the beach!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115687281976631103?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115687281976631103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115687281976631103' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115687281976631103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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out to my car, get in and try to start it, it won't start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i call a co-worker and she comes to get me. i point out my forehead and several other weirdo peelie places on my body and then she inquires about the band-aid on my thumb. i, somehow, cut myself trying to open a bottle of wine last night. this is the second time this has happened - wine is, apparently, dangerous - at least for me. after i tell her what happened she says 'gosh you are having quite the day.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get to work (late) and i have a meeting at 10am and i haven't even set up for it yet. i check my voicemail and my boss won't be in this morning. at 9am another co-worker calls and HAS to have stuff from the computer store. i have to go because my boss is not there. but the co-worker has to drive me because i have no car. as we are shopping for computer things my co-worker asks me what is on my shirt and points to the backside of my right shoulder. and as i am trying to scratch it off (my usual method of stain removal) i say 'i don't know, good lord, there is no telling.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get back in plenty of time and i sit thru my meeting. once the meeting is over the receptionist needs me to sit at the front desk for approx. 10 mins. because &lt;em&gt;anita&lt;/em&gt; won't be back in time. as i am sitting up there one of the guys out back calls and the following occurs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude: call 911, my dad cut himself on a machine&lt;br /&gt;me: *panic starts to creep in* who is this? (even though i knew who it was)&lt;br /&gt;dude: it's &lt;em&gt;derrick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ok&lt;br /&gt;me: *turns to our hr person* &lt;em&gt;derrick&lt;/em&gt; just called his dad cut himself and he wants me to call 911&lt;br /&gt;hr person: ok&lt;br /&gt;me: *panic builds as i try, try, to call 911. i somehow, forgot how to work our phone system and end up calling 991 a million times and then finally they call me.&lt;br /&gt;911: hi, this is 911 did someone call about an emergence&lt;br /&gt;me: YES, IT WAS ME, SOMEONE CUT HIMSELF ON A MACHINE HERE&lt;br /&gt;911: ok, is blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah?&lt;br /&gt;me: I DON'T KNOW&lt;br /&gt;911: can i speak to the individual?&lt;br /&gt;me: NO&lt;br /&gt;911: ok well, you need to get a clean cloth and apply pressure and blah, blah, blah. . .&lt;br /&gt;me: OK *i put 911 on hold and call back to the injured party area*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dennis&lt;/em&gt;: hello?&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;DENNIS&lt;/em&gt;? YOU NEED TO GET A CLEAN CLOTH AND APPLY PRESSURE AND DON'T REMOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dennis&lt;/em&gt;: what?&lt;br /&gt;me: *i repeat myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dennis&lt;/em&gt;: ok, but &lt;em&gt;derrick&lt;/em&gt; already left with him.&lt;br /&gt;me: WHAT? THE AMBULANCE IS ON THE WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dennis&lt;/em&gt;: well, derrick already took him.&lt;br /&gt;me: BUT THE AMBULANCE IS ON THE WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i start yelling to our hr person about them leaving and she takes off out back. i switch back over to 911 and ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;911: can i speak with the individual?&lt;br /&gt;me: NO, HE IS IN ANOTHER BUILDING&lt;br /&gt;911: ok, what kind of machine was it?&lt;br /&gt;me: *thinks to myself - who the hell cares?* I DON'T KNOW, HANG ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i but 911 on hold and call back to the injured party area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dennis&lt;/em&gt;: hello?&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;DENNIS&lt;/em&gt; WHAT KIND OF MACHINE WAS IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dennis&lt;/em&gt;: well, it's, uh, it's the kind they, uh, use for routing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hang up on &lt;em&gt;dennis &lt;/em&gt;switch back over to 911&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: I DON'T KNOW, SOME SORT OF ROUTER THING.&lt;br /&gt;911: a what?&lt;br /&gt;me: I DON'T KNOW, IT'S IN ANOTHER BUILDING - I CAN'T SEE IT.&lt;br /&gt;911: ok, well the ambulance is on his way and if you need to blah, blah, blah. . .&lt;br /&gt;me: OK, BYE&lt;br /&gt;*phone rings*&lt;br /&gt;me: HELLO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anita&lt;/em&gt;: anna, i am on my way - i am stuck in traffic&lt;br /&gt;me: OK! I HAVE TO GO *i hang up on her*&lt;br /&gt;*phone rings*&lt;br /&gt;me: HELLO?&lt;br /&gt;receptionist: has anita not made it back yet?&lt;br /&gt;me: NO, I HAVE TO GO WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY *i hang up on her*&lt;br /&gt;*phone rings*&lt;br /&gt;me: HELLO?&lt;br /&gt;csg: hey, is *the hr person around*&lt;br /&gt;me: NO, SHE LEFT&lt;br /&gt;company safety guy: well, she just called me&lt;br /&gt;me: I KNOW! I HAVE TO GO *i hang up on him*&lt;br /&gt;*phone rings*&lt;br /&gt;guy from our north location: is so &amp;amp; so there?&lt;br /&gt;me: NO, WHAT DO YOU WANT?&lt;br /&gt;gfonl: well, we have a printer that blah, blah, blah&lt;br /&gt;me: I WILL HAVE TO CALL YOU BACK - WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY&lt;br /&gt;*i hang up on him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is not the exact conversation i had with 911 but that is all i can recall. they kept asking me if he has any bleeding disorders and i wanted to say, how am i supposed to know? i have only spoken to the man once! and keep in mind that this was the companies main switchboard and i keep answer the phone with a panicked HELLO? instead of the 'good afternoon, how may i direct your call' greeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the moral of the day is that i am no good in emergence situations. my mom is the woman. the crazier things get the more calm she gets - i am not like my mother in that respect, although i wish i were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115652951000237335?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115652951000237335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115652951000237335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115652951000237335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115652951000237335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/08/whew.html' title='whew!'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115625840050776944</id><published>2006-08-24T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T16:59:05.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hey everybody!  guess what time it is.</title><content type='html'>it's football shaped post-it time! i just found them in the back of my drawer, and what perfect timing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 days!! i so forgot it was thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear fashion/retail industry,&lt;br /&gt;enough with the stretch clothes. they are awful and get weird and are cheater clothes. i hate them. i cannot find any, ANY jeans that are not stretch. i am even willing to spend some extra $ on them if you would just offer them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;respectfully yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non-stretch fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come there are only 3 flavors of un-frosted pop-tarts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115625840050776944?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115625840050776944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115625840050776944' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115625840050776944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115625840050776944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-everybody-guess-what-time-it-is.html' title='hey everybody!  guess what time it is.'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115584753077629952</id><published>2006-08-18T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T16:47:52.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hilarity for your weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/bodytype.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/320/bodytype.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/10285701-115584753077629952?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115584753077629952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115584753077629952' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115584753077629952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115584753077629952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/08/hilarity-for-your-weekend.html' title='hilarity for your weekend'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115590498692785118</id><published>2006-08-18T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:25:03.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cocktail day/pool eve</title><content type='html'>the jeans i am wearing today are a mistake and they are a mistake for three (3) reasons and i shall share those three (3) reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - they are stretch. i hate stretch jeans, the color is always weird and i am not, so much, a fan of the 'crosshatch' bit. also, stretch jeans grow and by the end of the day, after pulling them up all day, the butt is saggy and they feel like sweat pants. i am probably lone in this assessment but i believe jeans should be slightly binding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - they are 'ultra' low rise. i buy low rise jeans because they fit my body better. they are more comfortable and look better. however, 'ultra' is no good. 'ultra' means way, way too low and makes me feel like i need to pull up my jeans and when they are stretch on top of that (see above) - they are just no good. also, i am not trying to share my underwear with the world. i mean, i don't mind if people know i am wearing underwear - i actually prefer that they do - but they don't need to be seeing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - they are way too long. i am approximately 5'3" and, well, curvy. so pants fit me weird. the 'short' flavor are usually a tad too short and the 'regular' flavor are always too long. the pants i have on today are too long. thus, i have to wear tall shoes and tall shoes are usually not comfortable. but on top of that, the back of my jeans wrap around my heels. this is all wrong. the back of my jeans need to fall towards the floor not encase my heel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, why do i even bother wearing these jeans? they are the best i've got. the selection of jeans, in my price range, is, well, unsatisfactory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115590498692785118?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115590498692785118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115590498692785118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115590498692785118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115590498692785118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/08/cocktail-daypool-eve.html' title='cocktail day/pool eve'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115582684274165399</id><published>2006-08-17T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T11:00:42.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>14 days</title><content type='html'>woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what tans are good for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiding bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are spin classes always conducted in the dark?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115582684274165399?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115582684274165399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115582684274165399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115582684274165399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115582684274165399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/08/14-days.html' title='14 days'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115564685318870226</id><published>2006-08-15T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T09:00:53.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>payday</title><content type='html'>i am supposed to be paid today and for some reason wachovia is not showing my direct deposit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;account balance as of 8:54am 8/15/06: $4.29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is not even the all time record low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'my wardrobe will not be dictated by a dumpster'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115564685318870226?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115564685318870226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115564685318870226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115564685318870226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115564685318870226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/08/payday.html' title='payday'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115556015196017664</id><published>2006-08-14T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T08:55:52.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>movies i will always watch when they are on tv</title><content type='html'>1 - robin hood, men in tights&lt;br /&gt;2 - bill and ted's excellent adventure&lt;br /&gt;3 - the princess bride&lt;br /&gt;4 - you've got mail&lt;br /&gt;5 - joe vs. the volcano&lt;br /&gt;6 - tremors&lt;br /&gt;7 - bridget jones's diary&lt;br /&gt;8 - labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;9 - clueless&lt;br /&gt;10 - clue&lt;br /&gt;11 - goonies&lt;br /&gt;12 - sneakers&lt;br /&gt;13 - the hunt for red october&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115556015196017664?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115556015196017664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115556015196017664' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115556015196017664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115556015196017664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/08/movies-i-will-always-watch-when-they.html' title='movies i will always watch when they are on tv'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115530307456579190</id><published>2006-08-11T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T09:44:29.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i so called it</title><content type='html'>earlier this week i bought some salmon filets that were seasoned with ginger pepper. sounds good huh? well, the opportunity to cook them did not arrive until last night, the only problem - the 'sell by' date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sell by date on the package said 8/8/06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hhhmmm, they look ok (at this point i call up my sister).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hey&lt;br /&gt;katie: hey&lt;br /&gt;me: i bought this salmon and the sell by date says 8/8 - what do you think about that?&lt;br /&gt;katie: does it smell?&lt;br /&gt;me: no, i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;katie: if it smells at all don't eat it. i wouldn't eat it.&lt;br /&gt;me: i just hate wasting food and it looks really good.&lt;br /&gt;katie: i know, me too.&lt;br /&gt;me: ok. bye.&lt;br /&gt;katie: bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really like that answer - so i call my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hey mom&lt;br /&gt;mom: hey anna&lt;br /&gt;me: what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;mom: about to eat dinner&lt;br /&gt;me: what are you having?&lt;br /&gt;mom: leftovers &lt;em&gt;(mom i super informative)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: leftover what&lt;br /&gt;mom: what do you need? i am hungry.&lt;br /&gt;me: well, i bought this salmon but the sell by date says 8/8, what do you think about that?&lt;br /&gt;mom: WELL IT'S ONLY THE 10th ANNA.&lt;br /&gt;me: i know, but i don't know if that is ok or not.&lt;br /&gt;mom: it's fine&lt;br /&gt;me: ok&lt;br /&gt;mom: is that all? i am ready to eat.&lt;br /&gt;me: ok mom, bye.&lt;br /&gt;mom: bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i cooked the salmon in the same way i cook catfish and when i pull it out to check on it, i am unsure as to the doneness and began to question my original cooking temperature/length assessment. so i call a co-worker, whom i know has cooked salmon before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hey&lt;br /&gt;co-worker: hey&lt;br /&gt;me: what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;co-worker: i just got off the treadmill - glad that's done.&lt;br /&gt;me: i know! woohoo! no more exercise this week.&lt;br /&gt;co-worker: i know! i am ready for cocktail day.&lt;br /&gt;me: me too, anyway - can i ask you a cooking question?&lt;br /&gt;co-worker: sure&lt;br /&gt;me: how do you cook salmon&lt;br /&gt;co-worker: i bake it &lt;em&gt;(mom?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i mean at what temperature and how long.&lt;br /&gt;co-worker: at about 400/425 for 20 or so minutes.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh &lt;em&gt;(that is so not what i did)&lt;/em&gt;, ok - thanks!&lt;br /&gt;co-worker: bye.&lt;br /&gt;me: bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i put it back in the oven for a few more minutes, fixed a salad and ate my dinner. it was delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115530307456579190?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115530307456579190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115530307456579190' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115530307456579190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115530307456579190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-so-called-it.html' title='i so called it'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115522737247267503</id><published>2006-08-10T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T12:29:32.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>21 days</title><content type='html'>you know it is really awsome when you go about your day, busily working, hoping from desk to desk helping users with various problems and even accept compliments on your appearance and then, around 3 1/2 hours later do you realize that you have your breakfast on your shirt.  and since it was sunnyside up egg, it actually looks like snot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, that rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115454302234473860</id><published>2006-08-07T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T10:55:50.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the difference between boys and girls</title><content type='html'>i have been hearing about how i need new tires and mine are 'worn slap out' for like 3ish weeks. so finally, two weekends ago i went and got tires. tires buying is, in fact, no fun. they are mucho expensioso and are not something i can wear. although, my mom says think of it as new shoes for your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, josh goes with me and the tire guy comes out 'how may i help you today?' i reply 'i need new tires' and then he goes off the deep end spouting out numbers and letters and writing things on his little clip board and pointing at my tires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stand idly by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh nods and answers a few of tire guy's questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stand idly by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all walk inside where it is explained to me and that i can get this one or this one or this one. at this point josh turns to me and says 'which ones do you like?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stand idly by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a slew of questions run thru my mind - huh? wha? which ones do i like?  we are talking about tires, right? aren't they all the same? aren't they just tires? they all look the same to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i say 'i don't care' - and he says get these, these are cool and blah, blah, blah and starts talking in that guy language that flies right past me without so much as a drop of understanding. i say 'ok'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after they have been put on we inspect them and they do look pretty good - they take up more space in the fender well area thing and i do like that. also, i sit up a tid bit higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we drove away from the tire place josh says 'are you going to show jill your new tires?' and i answer 'if i remember' while i think to myself 'no, but i am going to tell her about this conversation.' then he goes on to explain that when guys get new tires they show all their buddies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mentally, i shake my head at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls don't care about tires. they are, apparently, very important to boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115454302234473860?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115454302234473860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115454302234473860' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115454302234473860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115454302234473860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/08/difference-between-boys-and-girls.html' title='the difference between boys and girls'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115290368086580959</id><published>2006-08-03T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T11:12:27.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>alright already</title><content type='html'>well, this isn't so much the story of dude and me as more of an explaination as to why i called him that in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't really dated that much - i haven't the patience for what my sister and i call 'bullshit dating' and i guess i wasn't all that worried about it - but i won't go into all my 'issues' right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, in highschool and college, there were a few guys around but nothing serious. there were a few dates. after i graduated there were fewer guys because where do you meet them and how do you hide the fact that you live with your mother?  so, life went on and friends got married and i said to myself 'you are almost 30 years old, it is about time you do this dating thing'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this past thanksgiving dude came along he had asked me out and i agreed to go and i only told one soul (a very trusted co-worker). i was excited but i was also very, very nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the day of the date arrives and i still haven't told my mother (with whom i live) and i was hoping she wouldn't come home until after i left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom comes home while i am waiting and she starts with the chit chat 'how was your day? what did you do? what are you doing now? why are you dressed up?' and so to pretend like it wasn't a big deal i say 'i have a date with a dude'. yep, that is what any mother wants to hear. 'a dude' she says while she opens her eyes wide and questions my use of the word dude. 'yeah, a guy from work. it's no big deal but i don't want to talk about it right now.' all the while i have turned into some sweat factory because i cannot control my nerves. dude finally arrives and our first date commences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days later we go out again and the following night he comes over to watch a movie.  i email my mother to let her know 'dude is coming over to watch a movie' and she writes back 'am i supposed to call him dude?'.  no mom, his name is josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have now been together for 8 months and i no longer refer to him as dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night we had dinner with my dad's side of the family and josh met them for the first time.  my sister, my grandparents and josh and i arrived all at the same time.  my mom and two cousins soon followed and when my uncle and aunt got there, they sat at the far end of the table and my grandmother turns to my uncle and says 'this is josh, anna's friend' my mom repeats this information for some reason and at this point i turned to josh and say 'you are my friend'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115290368086580959?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115290368086580959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115290368086580959' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115290368086580959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115290368086580959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/08/alright-already.html' title='alright already'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115455210961834137</id><published>2006-08-03T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T08:59:33.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>28 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.pulaskico.com/2006%20SEC%20Helmet%20Schedule.pdf"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is super cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115455210961834137?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115453078144172419</id><published>2006-08-02T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T11:01:31.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you can't pick your co-workers, unfortunately</title><content type='html'>anna says: i am going to have to stop taking &lt;em&gt;mike&lt;/em&gt;'s phone calls&lt;br /&gt;josh says: why?&lt;br /&gt;josh says: you got &lt;em&gt;sarah&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;anna says: no - for starters he calls me at exactly 8am (don't do that) and then he acts like we are the best friends ever and he is super excited to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;anna says: 'HI!, HOW ARE YOU?!'&lt;br /&gt;anna says: i just can't take it&lt;br /&gt;anna says: i hate it almost, ALMOST, as much as talking to &lt;em&gt;matilda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh says: you are a fragile flower&lt;br /&gt;anna says: 'hi anna, how are you? anna, blah, blah, blah. anna, blah, blah, blah. anna, blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;anna says: thanks, anna&lt;br /&gt;anna says: anna, have a good day anna&lt;br /&gt;anna says: i really am&lt;br /&gt;josh says: i have always said so&lt;br /&gt;josh says: anna = flower (delicate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;names have been changed to protect the guilty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115453078144172419?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115453078144172419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115453078144172419' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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with myself about when my grandmother's birthday is.  it is either august 2nd or 3rd.  i am pretty sure it is the 3rd, but what if it isn't and i don't recognize that today is her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best&lt;br /&gt;granddaughter&lt;br /&gt;ever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115452356814641179?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115452356814641179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115452356814641179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115452356814641179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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particular group of women are not the most efficient and that, well that just goes against nature. but i digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to have honey nut cheerios for breakfast every morning. but then, see i have this co-worker and she is all about eating all the proper things and such and whenever you are eating your breakfast or lunch around her she is all 'no protein?! you need protein, i HAVE to have protein'. and all i think is - 'ugh, don't look/comment on my food!' anyway, i was telling my sister about it and she said, in a defeated tone, 'yea, i think you are supposed to have protein at every meal.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great! now what? what am i going to eat??? the easy answer is peanut butter and/or eggs. but peanut butter has too much fat and i have realized over the years that scramblie eggs make me all queasy like. so i came up with the best breakfast ever! one sunnyside up egg on a piece of toast. ok, so i didn't come up with that, but it is damn good. i have this great non-stick pan that allows me not to have to use butter (even though i do use a teeny tiny bit, just for taste) and the egg does not stick at all, so it's not a pain to clean up. it is so good - i make it and then leave for work and i always want another. mmm, i may just have to have that for dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking. . . why is it perfectly acceptable to me to drop a pill on the floor and pick it up and still swallow it but not eat food off the floor. it's the same thing. the other day i went to take an advil cold &amp;amp; sinus pill and i dropped it on the floor, picked it up and drank it down. i starting to think about what i had just done and realized i would do the same with a pretzel or chip but not say, pudding or jello. why does consistency matter? is it harder for germs and nastiness to stick to harder objects? shouldn't i ban all things that have been on the floor from entering my body?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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else&apos;'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115384951809866562</id><published>2006-07-26T08:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:30:39.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birther shawnsheese</title><content type='html'>my mother called to remind me the night before last that, 27 years ago, (2 days ago) i got on my big wheel and went flying down a neighbors drive way, smacked into the curb, was projected off my big wheel and busted my two front teeth in. she was two days away from delivering my little sister. off we went to a dentist (which i had never been before) and my mother laid in the dentist chair and i laid on top of her belly and screamed the entire time the dentist looked at my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, the good ol' days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today is my sister's birthday and there are conflicting reports as to how old she is. she 'claims' she is 27, however i have read &lt;a href="http://nontwins.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; that she was 30 last year thus making her 31 this year. i think she is lying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115384951809866562?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115384951809866562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115384951809866562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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fact, not part of the bonus. so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bag of deliciousness: very sweet and, as it were, not eaten in entirety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized something today. i've absolutely no patience for purposeful coyness of the flirty variety. yes, you are very cute and clever, now answer my question and. . . stop it.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115377152276150420?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115377152276150420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115377152276150420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115377152276150420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115377152276150420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/07/dear-susan.html' title='dear susan,'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115342511573752002</id><published>2006-07-20T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T12:31:04.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>41 days</title><content type='html'>tomorrow, after i weigh in - i have full intentions of eating this entire bag of deliciousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/things%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/things%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how freaking awesome is &lt;a href="http://us.mms.com/us/about/products/dark/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for non-food related items. i went to target yesterday and i cannot describe how pleased i am with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/things%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/things%20006.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/320/things%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought it immediately because who doesn't love a 15% bonus? no one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115342511573752002?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115342511573752002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115342511573752002' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115342511573752002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115342511573752002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/07/41-days.html' title='41 days'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115333891880629802</id><published>2006-07-19T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T15:55:27.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my sister still doesn't read this, and. . .</title><content type='html'>i was just speaking to her on the phone and we were dicussing how we both feel pukie and i said i think mine is from eating entirely too much cucumber salad and she says 'you have a moderation problem.' i so do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115333891880629802?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115333891880629802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115333891880629802' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115333891880629802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115333891880629802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-sister-still-doesnt-read-this-and.html' title='my sister still doesn&apos;t read this, and. . .'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115322865408340608</id><published>2006-07-18T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T12:43:58.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8 things i've learned about myself in 30 years</title><content type='html'>1. i am an excellent lunch time errand running. i can get gas, go to target, go to kroger, run by the bank and the post office and be back at my desk in 1 hour. i am super efficient.&lt;br /&gt;2. i am excellent at reiterating someone else's point. and i don't even do this to be a suck up - i can't help myself. i just want the other person to know that i know what the hell they are talking about - know what i mean? i swear, i am no suck up and i always feel like a jackass when i do it.&lt;br /&gt;3. i have a hard time sustaining excitement for someone else's good news. i can give the initial wide eyed smiling 'yeah' and maybe even clap but after a few minutes i am over it. good for you, now back to me.&lt;br /&gt;4. i love cucumber salad. for years i never even ate cucumbers and then under much harassment from co-workers i tried made cucumber salad. all i can say is yum-ee!&lt;br /&gt;5. i do not like showers (wedding, baby, etc.). it is all just so awkward. can't i just send my gift and be done with it? do i really have to sit there and watch you open them and then play dumb games - i don't care if you feed me, i'd rather not eat egg and sausage casserole - yuck!&lt;br /&gt;6. despite all my claims and delusions to the contrary and efforts to prove otherwise, i am a girl and i do stupid girl things i vowed never to do.&lt;br /&gt;7. i am incapable of accepting a compliment. it makes me uncomfortable. i have only recently trained myself to simply say 'thank you'. i am also incapable of just saying 'your welcome' when i am thanked for something. i always have to make it sound like no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;8. moderation is not my friend. i do nothing in moderation. i am an all or nothing kind of girl. i also have to do things with the most difficultness. i guess i am looking for a challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115322865408340608?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115322865408340608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115322865408340608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115322865408340608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115322865408340608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/07/8-things-ive-learned-about-myself-in.html' title='8 things i&apos;ve learned about myself in 30 years'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115322736880370762</id><published>2006-07-18T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T08:56:08.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the fun is, collectively, over</title><content type='html'>i am a follower of the program that is weight watchers. it works for me - it just does. anyway, my birthday was june 23 and for 4 weeks i was on a celebratory streak of not giving a damn about what i ate. i began to feel run down and crappy and i realized, i am old. i cannot eat junk all the time and feel normal. i started eating healthier by eating more fruits and vegetables and began to get back to what you people know as 'anna'. great, i am officially an adult - i have to eat healthy, great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the four weeks i go back to weight watchers to weigh in. i was expecting to have gained but not 6.4 pounds!!!! yep, in 4 weeks i gained 6.4 pounds. that so rocks. so now i have been back on track for 3 1/2 days - those 6 pounds should be gone now right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115322736880370762?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115322736880370762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115322736880370762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115322736880370762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115322736880370762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/07/fun-is-collectively-over.html' title='the fun is, collectively, over'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115290249794476194</id><published>2006-07-14T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T14:44:54.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'apparently i have been laboring under a misapprehension'</title><content type='html'>when i first started this thing i told hardly anyone about it fearing the exposure of my feelings and thoughts would be far too much for my loved ones to bear. i wanted a secret place to show the world how witty and fabulous i am (because it obviously doesn't already know) and i wanted no one i know to know about it so that i could write about them and they could not argue and prove me wrong.  i also started it to make my sister laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wrote and pontificated and cussed and yelled at people who can't drive and it was good. then as time went on i told a handful of people about it and even passed out the address. those few read faithfully and commented and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watching (with horror) the form it was taking i even told a few more of my friends about it and they would say 'oh, cool - i'll have to check it out' and then they never did. it seemed to be that no matter how many i told - it was only those few from the beginning that seemed to care. even my non-work, real boyfriend doesn't even read this which is all sorts of backwards and wrong.  i don't even think my sister reads it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i guess i had nothing to fear to begin with - that's about right. so, what was i hiding. it seems so silly now. i don't see me telling my grandfather about it due to the cussing but i am not sure why it mattered so much in the beginning.  apparently my life is not nearly as exciting or mysterious as i once believed - that's about right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115290249794476194?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115290249794476194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115290249794476194' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115290249794476194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115290249794476194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/07/apparently-i-have-been-laboring-under.html' title='&apos;apparently i have been laboring under a misapprehension&apos;'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115280435807372268</id><published>2006-07-14T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T09:48:57.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one day i will learn</title><content type='html'>i, for some reason, keep buying bell peppers and throwing them away a week or so later. i guess i think i am going to eat them and i am so not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115280435807372268?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115280435807372268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115280435807372268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115280435807372268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115280435807372268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-day-i-will-learn.html' title='one day i will learn'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115280450947400211</id><published>2006-07-13T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T13:54:59.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and so, it begins</title><content type='html'>49 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115280450947400211?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115280450947400211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115280450947400211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115280450947400211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115280450947400211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-so-it-begins.html' title='and so, it begins'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-114969867639546702</id><published>2006-07-13T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T13:57:47.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>um, i went to hawaii</title><content type='html'>my mom, thru her job, won a trip to freaking hawaii and my sister and i were lucky enough to tag along to maui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 12+ hours of travel time we finally arrive in hawaii and promptly receive leis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/arrival%20anna.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/arrival%20anna.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/arrival%20mom1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/arrival%20mom1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get to the hotel room and it was very nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/bathroom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/bathroom2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bathroom (duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/hotel%20room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/hotel%20room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; beds (duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/hotel%20porch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/hotel%20porch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; porch (duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/room%20view.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/room%20view.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; view from porch (beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next is the meet and greet at the hotel - god i look good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/maitai%20anna.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/maitai%20anna.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and my only mai tai (that was for jill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the meet and greet we head back to the hotel and get settled, shower and try to go to sleepy (our body clocks would never adjust). the next day we go shopping locally and visit the biggest tree in hawaii or biggest tree somewhere, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/banyan%20tree3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/banyan%20tree3.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; banyan tree (i lost my sunglasses there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/mountain%20ocean%20anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/mountain%20ocean%20anna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here is me in my new hat (i still don't know why i bought that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night we went to a luau and there was all sorts of hula dancing and fire twirling and hawaiian singing and all the things one would expect from a luau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/tiki%20anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/tiki%20anna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me at the luau (hawaii is very windy, i had to put my hair up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day we went to pearl harbor. it was a very somber (our tour guide's word) experience and kinda creepy in a serious type of manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/plane%20to%20peral%20harbor.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/plane%20to%20peral%20harbor.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the plane we took to pearl harbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/pearl%20harbor1.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/pearl%20harbor1.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the memorial at pearl harbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/uss%20arizona.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/uss%20arizona.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the uss missouri (which overlooks the uss arizona)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/punch%20bowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/punch%20bowl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the punch bowl (arlington cemetry of the west)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got back very late that night and pretty much crashed. the following day, i finally got to spend some time at the pool (yeah!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/pool%20area1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/pool%20area1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pool area with ocean view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later that day we did something that would make you think all three of us had lost our minds. we took a 2 hour 10-seater plane trip over a volcano. see, we all have motion sickness issues in varying degrees so - yeah, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/high%20hopes%20mom.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/high%20hopes%20mom.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/high%20hopes%20anna.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/high%20hopes%20anna.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mom and i all fired up about the volcano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all excited and packed ourselves onto the the tiny airplane and off we went snapping pictures, look right, looking left and then. . . mom gets hot and puts her head back. she is burning up and i try to direct my air conditioner hole thing towards her whilst trying to comfort her. she is not having any of it. i start to get hot and think i may get sick. i try to relax but to no avail i have a mini claustrophobia attack and think i am going to have to rip the door off and rip everyone out of there seats and off the plane. i eventually calm down. once my internal hysteria is over, i notice my sister's head (she is two seats up and on the other side of the plane) is leaning against the window. at this point i begin to laugh at us and question our sanity. but we all managed to see the lava hitting the ocean (the steam) and katie even got a picture. i took a little movie, i never did see lava but katie did - at least someone did. despite the worst plane ride i have ever been on - it was the smoothest landing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/waterfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; waterfall mid-flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/the%20aftermath.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/the%20aftermath.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the teeny tiny plane we staggered away from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/sprite.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/sprite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the most expensive sprite ever (bought to calm my stomach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the trip i spend at the beach and by the pool - gorgeous. mom and katie went on some van ride to another volcano - i, for one, had had enough of vehicles i was not in control of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are more random pictures of the trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rainbow (duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/hotel%20waterfall3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/hotel%20waterfall3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; waterfall at hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/dead%20volcano.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/dead%20volcano.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mountainous area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/waikiki%20beach%20anna.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/waikiki%20beach%20anna.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me at waikiki beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/water%20and%20boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/water%20and%20boat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; random boat in indescribably blue water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/sunset2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/sunset2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gorgeous sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/some%20building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/some%20building.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some building with a king kamehameha statue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/sipping%20anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/sipping%20anna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me sipping volcano themed drink (alcoholless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/jumpers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/jumpers1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's hard to see the people atop that rock thing, but they were jumping off into the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/hotel%20beach3.jpg.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/hotel%20beach3.jpg.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; beach and ocean and strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/blue%20hawaiians.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/blue%20hawaiians.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blue hawaiians (katie's drink of choice)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-114969867639546702?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/114969867639546702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=114969867639546702' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/114969867639546702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/114969867639546702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/07/um-i-went-to-hawaii.html' title='um, i went to hawaii'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115272142528774449</id><published>2006-07-12T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T17:01:00.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>an explanation of sorts</title><content type='html'>i have a confession to make. the reason i have been so slack about updating is due to the development in my life that is the boyfriend. not to say that i have become too consumed with him to write so much as the things going on with me, i didn't - so much - want to make available to the world. as of today we are at the 7 month and 12 day mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;longest&lt;br /&gt;relationship&lt;br /&gt;ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here is dude pictured below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/joshonbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/joshonbeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming soon: 'the story of dude and me'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115272142528774449?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115272142528774449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115272142528774449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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all due to &lt;a href="http://thecompanybitch.blogspot.com"&gt;the company bitch&lt;/a&gt;.  i love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i will do my best every day to add something here.  but don't get mad if i don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115271858928825492?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115271858928825492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115271858928825492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115271858928825492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/115271858928825492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok.html' title='ok'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115271844387964047</id><published>2006-07-12T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T11:34:03.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf?</title><content type='html'>i cannot, so much, find my matchbox 20 cd.  and i don't really care for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115271844387964047?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-115080252966631659</id><published>2006-06-20T07:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T07:22:09.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday amanda</title><content type='html'>this morning from 5am - 5:30am i watched a 'girls gone wild' infomercial, and the reason is still unclear to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-115080252966631659?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/115080252966631659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=115080252966631659' title='3 Comments'/><link 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-114478096441062476?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/114478096441062476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=114478096441062476' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/114478096441062476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/114478096441062476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-blog.html' title='my blog. . .'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-114165594103673991</id><published>2006-03-06T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T09:39:01.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my legs. . .</title><content type='html'>they need to be shaved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have officially turned into that asshole that says 'it is such a nice day'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-114165594103673991?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/114165594103673991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>happy groundhog's day. . .</title><content type='html'>everybody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-113888739663459037?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/113888739663459037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=113888739663459037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113888739663459037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113888739663459037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-groundhogs-day.html' title='happy groundhog&apos;s day. . .'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-113880006751210843</id><published>2006-02-01T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T08:21:07.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>random tampons and cigarettes. . .</title><content type='html'>necessaties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness it has been forever, i have been *clears throat* otherwise preoccupied.  anyway, what up internet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-113880006751210843?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/113880006751210843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=113880006751210843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113880006751210843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113880006751210843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-tampons-and-cigarettes.html' title='random tampons and cigarettes. . .'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-113406882767227709</id><published>2005-12-08T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T14:07:07.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i take that back</title><content type='html'>this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/myflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/myflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the best thing i have ever recieved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-113406882767227709?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/113406882767227709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=113406882767227709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113406882767227709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113406882767227709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-take-that-back.html' title='i take that back'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-113269486536545581</id><published>2005-11-22T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T16:27:45.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>btw</title><content type='html'>best gift ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/homestarcoaster%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/homestarcoaster%20002.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/10285701-113269486536545581?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/113269486536545581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=113269486536545581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113269486536545581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113269486536545581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2005/11/btw.html' title='btw'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-113268028598077491</id><published>2005-11-22T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T12:24:46.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>backfired?</title><content type='html'>as a child i distinctly remember that my mother would always purchase the things we needed to ensure we had our own.  i always thought it was so we wouldn't have to borrow from others and in turn 'bug' them.  but i really don't know why my mom did it.  but i am thinking the intended effect did not take.  as an adult i have a hard time letting others borrow things.  i always think to myself 'give it back, it's mine - get your own' - i never actually say these things because i know rationally 'how' to share, i just don't wanna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-113268028598077491?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/113268028598077491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=113268028598077491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113268028598077491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113268028598077491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2005/11/backfired.html' title='backfired?'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-113174637698763277</id><published>2005-11-15T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T16:05:27.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sersly people, stop it</title><content type='html'>i - as a general rule - HATE speaker phone, there are a few people i will tolerate it from i.e. my boss but i loathe those who call you on speaker and after you answer PICK UP THE PHONE! it makes a terrible noise and all right in your ear - and it freaking hurts! stop it! it makes an awful noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a completely separate note i love german cars when they have a 'k' instead of a 'c'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-113174637698763277?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/113174637698763277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=113174637698763277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113174637698763277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113174637698763277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2005/11/sersly-people-stop-it.html' title='sersly people, stop it'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-113154911066812663</id><published>2005-11-09T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T10:13:17.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so, um, yea</title><content type='html'>i am vibrating again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the right side now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it stopped for a while, but is back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've hadn't much to say - i have been addicted to shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, thanksgiving is 2 weeks from tomorrow! i love thanksgiving. not a fan of christmas - thanksgiving is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to see elizabethtown the other night - i didn't really care for it, couldn't wait for it to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it couldn't decide between being&lt;br /&gt;1 - a romantic movie&lt;br /&gt;2 - a find yourself movie&lt;br /&gt;3 - get to know your dad after he dies, father/son movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can be 2 of those but not all three, not all at the same time. just, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still dying to see:&lt;br /&gt;1 - chicken little&lt;br /&gt;2 - jarhead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-113154911066812663?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/113154911066812663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=113154911066812663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113154911066812663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113154911066812663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-um-yea.html' title='so, um, yea'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-113088080268839744</id><published>2005-11-01T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T16:33:22.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>drive by photographing</title><content type='html'>i love this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/updown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/updown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you suppose this means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/carhuh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/carhuh.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/10285701-113088080268839744?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/113088080268839744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=113088080268839744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113088080268839744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113088080268839744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2005/11/drive-by-photographing.html' title='drive by photographing'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-113078288695454050</id><published>2005-10-31T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:21:26.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>because i do everything in excess</title><content type='html'>saturday my mother and i were shopping and i announced to her that i needed (and would like for xmas) a new raincoat and they only requirement was that it must have a hood.  the reason for the new coat was due to my old one being too big and my other one does not, in fact, have a hood.  and then i began reviewing the coats and/or jackets i own, the results to follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of 10/30/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 raincoats&lt;br /&gt;2 leather jackets&lt;br /&gt;2 wool coats&lt;br /&gt;2 vest things&lt;br /&gt;2 jean jackets&lt;br /&gt;one denim blazer&lt;br /&gt;1 dumb causal one i hate and never wear and don't really count&lt;br /&gt;one big bulky coat thing&lt;br /&gt;3 light weight jacketie things that go w/workout pants&lt;br /&gt;1 sweater (cardign style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still need a casual light weight jacket that is not denim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-113078288695454050?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/113078288695454050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=113078288695454050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113078288695454050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113078288695454050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2005/10/because-i-do-everything-in-excess.html' title='because i do everything in excess'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-113041858745774759</id><published>2005-10-27T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:09:47.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>good grief. . .</title><content type='html'>(in the vain of charlie brown) isn't it friday yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i was thinking about wanting things and what the heck do i want and do i really want those things or do i just think i do?  i think people think they want certain things - or make themselves think they want those things - but once they start to achieve those things it turns out they didn't really want them, they just thought they did.  i feel like we all go through life thinking we want certain things and then through the unique experiences that we go through we figure out what we thought we wanted is not what we wanted at all and it turns out we really want something different or, in reality, need something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either all that, or it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out - i don't give a crap about halloween.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-113041858745774759?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/113041858745774759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=113041858745774759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113041858745774759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113041858745774759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-grief.html' title='good grief. . .'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-113026488240708314</id><published>2005-10-25T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:28:02.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>last night, whilst reconciling my checkbook. . .</title><content type='html'>i noticed that around mid october, i decided it was august and a good portion of the entries are dated 8/something. then, all of the sudden i decided it was october again and abruptly, and without warning, i started dating everything 10/whatever. i didn't even notice it when whilst i was doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-113026488240708314?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/113026488240708314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=113026488240708314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113026488240708314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113026488240708314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-night-whilst-reconciling-my.html' title='last night, whilst reconciling my checkbook. . .'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZprhcEWpQc/R4-9VXmsrjI/AAAAAAAAABA/wGkW5m74qjQ/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10285701.post-113024694232713696</id><published>2005-10-25T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T09:29:02.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday</title><content type='html'>omg! the gap has new scarfs and i want them, i want them, i want them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/greenscarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/greenscarf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/grayscarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/grayscarf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/lavanderscarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/lavanderscarf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/camelscarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/camelscarf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/1600/aquascarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5390/788/200/aquascarf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i am totally caught off guard and am completely shocked at the sound of my voice - how odd it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10285701-113024694232713696?l=annativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/feeds/113024694232713696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10285701&amp;postID=113024694232713696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113024694232713696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10285701/posts/default/113024694232713696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annativity.blogspot.com/2005/10/tuesday.html' title='tuesday'/><author><name>anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580393651836631316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' 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