<?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-19000184</id><updated>2011-12-03T06:13:55.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vodka Cran</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog. We blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-115281008304076587</id><published>2006-07-13T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T10:01:23.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No call No show</title><content type='html'>No call No show. Who does that? I'll tell you who, my coworker. What's up with that. That's a bad idea! Maybe because I'm older and know that burning bridges is rarely a good thing to do. My boss is super cool, she never complains when I'm like 5 min late, because she's usually 10 min late! Anyway, No call no shows, I don't think I've ever done that... Have you??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-115281008304076587?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/115281008304076587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=115281008304076587' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/115281008304076587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/115281008304076587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-call-no-show.html' title='No call No show'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-115263266127347778</id><published>2006-07-11T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T08:44:21.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Style change</title><content type='html'>So life style change 1 is drinking more water without drowning.&lt;br /&gt;Life style change 2 is going for walks after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;  JD and I went for a really nice walk after work where I talked a lot and fealt really good. so, lifestyle change #2 is take walks more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-115263266127347778?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/115263266127347778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=115263266127347778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/115263266127347778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/115263266127347778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-style-change.html' title='Life Style change'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-115098492795339067</id><published>2006-06-22T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T07:02:34.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My take on Chicago weather</title><content type='html'>One, it's such a huge relief when you hear things like "it's going to be in the 60's tonight." People genuinly are relieved and feel better knowing one, it's not going to be swealtering (or it's not going to be freezing depending on what time of year it is) I'm still not sure why so many people live in such crappy weather. I'm not sure why I'm doing it either. But my point is, that being able to have those tiny moments of relief regarding the weather makes those moments so great that it would be a shame to live where there's no influx. Sure you could plan your weekends better, but you wouldn't bond with anyone on the little things like it's going to be in the 60's tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;  I'm going to watch my softball game tonight instead of play because I'm not in the mood due to my hormones being wacky at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-115098492795339067?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/115098492795339067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=115098492795339067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/115098492795339067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/115098492795339067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-take-on-chicago-weather.html' title='My take on Chicago weather'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-115032074571562416</id><published>2006-06-14T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T14:32:25.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't walk away!</title><content type='html'>I overheard a lady tell someone on the phone to "Take off your earings and chains, I don't want you walking away from anyone" She was pretty insistant that the person not walk away from anyone as she said it a few times.  Maybe it's just me, but I thought the conversation was probably about a girl getting into a fight. Can anyone come up with any good ideas of what else could this conversation be about??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-115032074571562416?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/115032074571562416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=115032074571562416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/115032074571562416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/115032074571562416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/06/dont-walk-away.html' title='Don&apos;t walk away!'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114951670706491848</id><published>2006-06-05T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T07:11:47.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer in the City</title><content type='html'>Summer is here in Chicago and it rocks. So much to do so little time.&lt;br /&gt;There were about 5 fests here this weekend. Chris and I made it to the book fair and May Fest where I ate my first Bratworste. It was Okay.  I'm bummed I missed the alternative book fair though. I didn't know about it until it was too late. Harvey Pekar was there doing a reading or an interview, something. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;  Either way, Chicago is amazing in the summer! Every weekend there is a ton of stuff going on, and Chris and I can bike to almost all of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114951670706491848?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114951670706491848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114951670706491848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114951670706491848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114951670706491848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer-in-city.html' title='Summer in the City'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114857888847180559</id><published>2006-05-25T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T10:41:28.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Ho Silver Away!</title><content type='html'>Ah, Coming back from vacation is never fun or easy to do. JD and I went to Seattle for four days and it was amazing. We ate all sorts of Asian foods, that are absent for some odd reason in Chicago. We also discovered there are a lot of crazy crazy people there!  Chicago has lots of homeless people, but they generally keep to themselves when not begging for money. In Seattle, they were screaming at the sky, they were wearing 15 scrunchies and getting in the way in general, they were passing out on the bus and dropping their Mickies bottles at 10 am. It was nuts! &lt;br /&gt;  Here is your essay homework, If you were a mayor of a city, how would you deal with your homeless population? Or how crazy are the homeless in your city?&lt;br /&gt; Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;  Miss Huang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114857888847180559?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114857888847180559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114857888847180559' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114857888847180559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114857888847180559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/05/hi-ho-silver-away.html' title='Hi Ho Silver Away!'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114789027419457874</id><published>2006-05-17T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:24:34.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuddle Rape</title><content type='html'>I have coined a new phrase based on my experiences last night. The term is "cuddle rape" and may be altered with various suffixes to denote past tense, present tense, and multiplicity. I.E., I was cuddle raped last night. This is actually a true statement and was the basis for my creation of the term. I know - it's quite witty of me. A cuddle rape takes place when one party forces the other to cuddle against one's own will by preying on the victim's kindness and unwillingness to hurt the cuddle rapists feelings. Now I know it seems that this is unlikely to happen but it does - it happened to me and in an effort to educate others about the dangers of cuddle rape I will share my story. I am taking back the night. (For those of you who didn't watch Beverly Hills 90210 you may not understand the phrase "take back the night" but it means that a woman takes ownership of her rape by telling people about it - thus taking back the night from the man or vice versa in the event of the rare woman rapes man scenario) Okay so I meet this guy - he invites me over to his house to watch a movie. I agree. I arrive with wine he requested I bring. We discuss former relationships and dating experiences. He sounds a bit bitter and I wonder when the last time he got laid was.  Red flags abound in my mind but I desperately try to remain open minded because he is cute, has a really nice apartment and lots of nice stuff. He then begins finding ways to make contact with me - playful hitting, squeezing etc...I am not 10 years old so this type of flirting is basically lost on me anymore...I give him raised eyebrows and pointed looks to try and convey that this seems immature and not endearing to me. He does not get the point and kicks me as he walks to the kitchen to refill our wine glasses. He pours himself a bigger glass. Bullshit I'm thinking - I bought that fuckin' wine. He makes a few homophobic jokes (we were watching the Sopranos) and when I say I love gay people (and I really do - especially gay men) he asks me if I'm a fag hag...again my eyebrows raise and I try and explain that the fact that I like gay men does not automatically make me a fag hag. All of a sudden he's kind of laying his head on my boob and I'm thinking how did he manage to get there? Now he's holding my hand and rubbing it and I'm thinking, "remain calm, try to relax and go with the flow, don't freak out on him, try to enjoy it" I shift a little and he immediately demands, in an acusatory manner - like if I said no there would be something seriously wrong with me, to know if I like to cuddle...I'm no liar and I normally LOVE to cuddle, as long as I feel intimacy with that person, so I blurt out the truth, "Yea, I love to cuddle." I immediately realize the error of my truthful ways as he proceeds to grab my arm and yank me into a laying position beside him on his slippery leather couch. I don't really know what to do at this point and I feel so bad for him because I think he must be starved for human affection - I mean who makes someone spoon on a first date??? So I let him spoon me for a minute and I am slipping off the couch and we are awkwardly positioned because he placed me in this position against my will and I am as stiff as a board so I finally speak up and tell him "I'm not really comfortable" He does not respond verbally but rather grabs me and pulls me even closer to him and now I am in his vice grip. I feel like I am going to wretch but I am still trying to be polite and open-minded and then thankfully - the show ends...I tell him I have to go to the bathroom. Upon returning from the bathroom I find him still laying on the couch with his arms open looking at me as if to say "Come back here and cuddle some more." I throw up a little in my mouth. I make my excuse..."I have to get up early - I should go." He dejectedly says goodbye and doesn't even bother to walk me to the door. FUCK HIM SO HARD!!!!!! What an asshole! What the fuck did he expect? Anyways - I get to my car, check my messages, and lo and behold while I was getting cuddle raped, the guy I really like has called to hang out and I didn't answer because I was politely allowing myself to be cuddle raped. It's too late for me now. I really do need to get home to bed. I yell FUUUUUCCCKKKK. And that's my story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114789027419457874?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114789027419457874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114789027419457874' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114789027419457874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114789027419457874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/05/cuddle-rape.html' title='Cuddle Rape'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562765561368735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114723077435084160</id><published>2006-05-09T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:12:54.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Jobby job</title><content type='html'>Yay! I started my new job and so far so good! My boss seems very cool and my coworkers don't seem to be jerks. So far so good!  The work seems like it's going to be different, all these new applications I need to learn and stuff. But it does seem like there is going to be plenty of room for me to grow. So I'm excited about that too. &lt;br /&gt;  I work at the John Hancock building. 20 floors below where Chris Farley died. It's where Jerry Springer lives. Across the street from Jennifer Aniston and Oprah Winfrey.  It's preeettty coooOOL. &lt;br /&gt;  I'm still in training and learning about the business. It's pretty cool. It's a Real estate bank. they buy and sell properties and manage some properties. I'm still not sure as to why there's trading done inside though... I guess in due time I'll figure out the business just like at Pharmingen. I'm so excited about this job. hopefully it'll be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114723077435084160?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114723077435084160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114723077435084160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114723077435084160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114723077435084160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-jobby-job.html' title='New Jobby job'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114710704919788567</id><published>2006-05-08T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T09:50:49.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Movie Ever....!</title><content type='html'>No, i didn't have the displeasure of seeing MI3 (or MIIII as i like to refer to it) this weekend and, in fact, I was happy to hear it did worse than expected.  I kept hearing from people that they weren't going to see it "'cause Tom Cruise is nuts".  But I did manage to sit through Hostel and ugh.  Ugh with a capital UG!  I'm pretty sure i've got better ideas for a movie.  In fact, how about one where backpackers get slaughtered in a hostel by soome traveling lunatic.  That would be scarier than this piece of garbage.  The premise was retarded, and the acting (esp in the beginning) was atrocious.  Am i expecting too much from a horror flick? I don't think so.  I want that hour of my life back!, oh, i'd just waste it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Recent movie recap:&lt;br /&gt;Capote - Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Velocity of Gary - Booooo!&lt;br /&gt;Hostel - Booooo!&lt;br /&gt;Donny Darco - Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Charlie's Angels (first half) - Meh.&lt;br /&gt;Lost (series) - Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Stepford Wives - Meh.&lt;br /&gt;Brazil - Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now get back to work!&lt;br /&gt;JDM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114710704919788567?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114710704919788567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114710704919788567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114710704919788567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114710704919788567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/05/worst-movie-ever.html' title='Worst Movie Ever....!'/><author><name>JD McGregor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c31/jdm333/mcgregorsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114651450218659044</id><published>2006-05-01T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T13:15:02.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowing up schools a la Myspace</title><content type='html'>I found out some other kid put a plan to blow up his school on his myspace account. Why don't I see these myspace pages? The only ones I see are ones asking for people to comment on their pictures, and fill out surveys starting with what's your favorite color, etc. I once saw a slam book, does anyone remember those from Junior high? god I loved those. I even made one. Anyway, my point, Why are the criminal minded using Myspace to glorify their crimes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114651450218659044?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114651450218659044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114651450218659044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114651450218659044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114651450218659044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/05/blowing-up-schools-la-myspace.html' title='Blowing up schools a la Myspace'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114563958377110331</id><published>2006-04-21T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:13:03.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Dates</title><content type='html'>So for some reason I find myself having two first dates this weekend - the reason I say "for some reason" is I'm not a big "dater". I usually hook up with a guy first and then start dating him which pretty much just negates the whole awkwardness of the first date. NO JUDGING! I'm a busy girl - I need to find out if things are going to work out physically so I don't waste any time you know? So anyways back to the point of this - the fact that I really don't want to go on one of them because it's tonight and it's Friday and it will of course be awkward and I will have wasted a perfectly good Friday night sitting in awkwardness with a relative stranger. Is there any good way to cancel a first date? Or reschedule? It's almost like rescheduling a job interview - very touchy situation....One can come of looking bad for canceling on someone the day of the meeting. Plus I think he's kind of country which is sooooo not me...when I say country I mean likes country music and might possibly line dance - I don't know - it's all speculation at this point because I met him at work (he works for a subcontractor) and I didn't get a chance to find out much before I agreed to have dinner with him. But the rumor around my jobsite is there may be some line dancing going on....I don't know if I will be able to keep a straight face when the topic comes up because it will and the reason I know it will is because I will be asking him if it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I hate first dates for all their awkward, uncomfortableness...weird lapses in conversation...obligations to be on your best behavior....ughhh....so maybe my dog gets sick, or my grandma passes away, or my cat escapes or my roommates car breaks down.....&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just go, get the free meal, and tell him I have something to do later....YES....that's it! I can eat dinner and be a t the AZ by 10:30 at the latest...now why didn't I think of that before I typed all this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114563958377110331?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114563958377110331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114563958377110331' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114563958377110331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114563958377110331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-dates.html' title='First Dates'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562765561368735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114538051167934199</id><published>2006-04-18T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T10:15:11.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>So Chris and I just started watching the tv show Lost. It's amazing. We're so into it. I took a 1/2 day today to do misc. errands... well instead Chris and I watched an episode of lost. It's that good. I'm glad no one has really died (yet) because I really like all the characters. it's awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114538051167934199?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114538051167934199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114538051167934199' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114538051167934199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114538051167934199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/04/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114528866710968079</id><published>2006-04-17T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T08:44:28.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad City was cooool</title><content type='html'>So, JD and I went on a weekend trip to Wisconsin. It's growning to be my favorite state in the union! I love that place! It's so relaxing and there's a feminist book store that was great a long with some other cool shoppes. the scenery was really pretty too. And the lakes are just breathtaking! JD and I started off with a trip to the House on The Rock. it's a crazy rich man's house and apperently he'd rather have the worlds largest carosel in his house then feed a family in Samalia for a year. Ouch! When did I get so judgemental?!&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, Silver Jews rocked, very nice, For a band that sounds like one guy playing his acoustic guitar on his songs, he sure did have a lot of people in his band. 6, with four holding a guiter of some sort. interesting. Anyway, I liked Madison a lot, it's very peaceful and seems liberal. So. Good times and I'll post pics soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114528866710968079?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114528866710968079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114528866710968079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114528866710968079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114528866710968079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/04/mad-city-was-cooool.html' title='Mad City was cooool'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114494784125305552</id><published>2006-04-13T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T10:04:01.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks God It's (Good) Friday</title><content type='html'>And you've got to read that title with the voice of Tom Hanks as Pep Strebeck from the movie Dragnet.  &lt;br /&gt;Yey! It's Good Friday tomorrow.  I asked around here at work, and no one seems to know what's so good about it, execpt that i'm paid not to be here.  Sweet.  In fact, i'm getting paid to go with Huang up to Madison Wisconsin.  Should be fun to get outta town.  See the House of the Rock, the Silver Jews, the Tornado, and the Paradise.  We'll have to let you know how it goes, and maybe take some pictures to explain what all those things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;JDM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114494784125305552?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114494784125305552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114494784125305552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114494784125305552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114494784125305552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/04/thanks-god-its-good-friday.html' title='Thanks God It&apos;s (Good) Friday'/><author><name>JD McGregor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c31/jdm333/mcgregorsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114487064755739331</id><published>2006-04-12T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T12:37:27.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheaters never win</title><content type='html'>I think if a guy is going to cheat, he should break up with his girl and not stay with her because "he loves her, she just won't have sex with me". Girls have sex with people they're attracted to. They should just give up already. Both of them are staying because they love eachother, well, you can love someone, and not be IN love with them. I'm bummed. I really really really liked her too. She's always got interesting things to talk about. And she's super cool. I hate men and their guy friends who have no problem lying for them. Bah humbug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114487064755739331?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114487064755739331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114487064755739331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114487064755739331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114487064755739331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/04/cheaters-never-win.html' title='Cheaters never win'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114418615763829143</id><published>2006-04-04T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T14:29:17.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's baseball Season! Enter Fantasy into my life again.</title><content type='html'>It's Baseball season again! &lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo! It's baseball season again. Thank god! It took way to long to get here! I've got two fantasy baseball leagues going right now. It's great, one with my good buddies and one with perfect strangers. It's awesome. I usually do well with the perfect stranger leagues, and average with my buddies mainly because James always gets in my head and messes my game up. But not this year! James is too far away now! ha!&lt;br /&gt;    So, the first game I'm going to isn't even a cubs or white socks game. It's a Mariners game in Seattle. The opponents? My Padres!! woo hoo. Hopefully Ryan Klesko and Mike Cameron will be off the DL by then because I'm really looking forward to seeing them play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114418615763829143?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114418615763829143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114418615763829143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114418615763829143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114418615763829143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-baseball-season-enter-fantasy-into.html' title='It&apos;s baseball Season! Enter Fantasy into my life again.'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114348236016568731</id><published>2006-03-27T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T10:02:32.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Three-Hole-Punch,</title><content type='html'>Look, you're a "Three-hole-punch".  So that's what you do,&lt;br /&gt;you punch three damn holes.  That's your job.  My job is to do other things.  Sometimes with paper, sometimes without, but whatever it happens to be, i fucking do it.  You on the other hand, are having difficulties performing the one task you were brought here to do.  And because of this, I my work load is increased, as i continually have to take on the duties of punching three goddamn holes.  *That's your job*.  Do it, would you.  You're perfect for it, so why don't you work?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you'll punch a hole or two, but never three.  And when you do punch one, it never comes all the way out.  So i've got to get the scissors and finish your job.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to hold up my end of things around here, and i honestly believe that things could go really smoothly around my desk area if we could just get along.  Wait, fuck that.  We don't have to be friends, you just have to do your damn job when it's asked of you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;JDM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114348236016568731?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114348236016568731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114348236016568731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114348236016568731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114348236016568731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-three-hole-punch.html' title='Dear Three-Hole-Punch,'/><author><name>JD McGregor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c31/jdm333/mcgregorsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114315597150997093</id><published>2006-03-23T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:19:31.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The good times are killing me.</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again for me. I will keep saying I'm 25, but my nose may grow just a bit longer now. Yup, It's my birthday soon. This saturday will be the day. It should be good. I will be spending time with the one I love and drinking with the ones I like a lot. I have a feeling, this weekend will be spent like all the others, with the good times killing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114315597150997093?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114315597150997093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114315597150997093' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114315597150997093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114315597150997093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-times-are-killing-me.html' title='The good times are killing me.'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114289652943333102</id><published>2006-03-20T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T15:15:29.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you should happen to care....</title><content type='html'>Hi Huangy and JD!  Just a quick update on the status of your friend Missy in beautiful SoCal.&lt;br /&gt;Cabo was amazing - I want to move there.  I saw Sea Lions frolicking in the Sea of Cortez, tons of beautiful fishies, the biggest fucking pelicans I've ever seen (seriously - they were a little scary), and everyone kept offering me mind altering substances (do I look like a persopn who does drugs?) - some guy chased me down the street with a bag of pot and pills even after I told him no, I had already scored...what a service oriented community!  The beaches were amazing - all we did was swim, eat, drink tequila, and walk around - it was great! Let's see what else...my new job is fricking great!!!  My first day I went and picked out my office furniture and computer and fax machine and printer....it was so fun - they let me get whatever I wanted...we spent 4000 dollars setting up my office!!  Crazy huh?  Then they bought me a cell phone and told me to start using it for personal use so I didn't have to carry two phones...what company does that?  Thursday I told one of my bosses I was going to run to H&amp;R Block to get my taxes done during lunch and she told me to give them to her and she would do them for me - for free!!!  The bathroom has industrial sized boxes of tampons.  They buy breakfast every morning.  There's every imaginable flavor of Campbells soup and mac-n-cheese in the kitchen if you are hungry and didn't bring lunch or just want a snack....I feel like the luckiest girl on the planet....oh yea and everytime I have to drive somewhere my boss tells me to take her car - this really fun convertable PT Cruiser...good times!  My St. Patricks Day was fun...I went to the Coaster Saloon with my friends Grace and Leilani and met a cute lawyer.  There was a super cheesy but good 80's cover band and lots of shots and dancing.  I miss you guys!  Talk to you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114289652943333102?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114289652943333102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114289652943333102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114289652943333102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114289652943333102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-you-should-happen-to-care.html' title='If you should happen to care....'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562765561368735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114263250662363590</id><published>2006-03-17T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T13:55:06.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patricks day</title><content type='html'>Yay, It's St. Patty's day and even better it's a weekend! This week was really long, which I'm greatful for because I'm tired of my life flashing right by me! I'm going to turn 28 next week?! what happend to being 14?! What happend to living with my parents and being a kid? I used to think "oh well, if I can't make it on my own, i'll just move home to my folks" now I think "If I can't pay rent, get another job" It's just weird to think I've past that time where living with my parents is just not an option.  How am I getting so close to 30!? Any why don't I have a mortgage yet?! Life is confusing. And I really just want to sloooooow down!&lt;br /&gt; Thats it, i'm enrolling in my local high school next week. Where is my Tomagachi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114263250662363590?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114263250662363590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114263250662363590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114263250662363590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114263250662363590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patricks day'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114192742668942311</id><published>2006-03-09T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T10:12:50.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making time</title><content type='html'>After a long day of work, that wasn't particularly difficult, I decided I was ready for a Vodka Cran. I called up the one person I knew who would be down for sure, JD aka my boyfriend, and told him to meet me at our bar, not that one, the other one, Goldstar. I got there early and noticed around the bar five random people and they were all women! I'm so used to it being men that go to the bars to unwind. I was very glad to see that in Chicago, women who like to kick back a few and unwind themselves... Yay women's lib!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Anyway, I was drinking my tasty beverage and reading a mag, watching Seinfeld, and watching the growing number of pool sharks in the back of the bar. Goldstar is like a hall, rather than a bar in my view. But again, I digress. So, I was having a great time, unwinding, and my boyfriend comes, makes a cute joke about it being "ladies night" because he's now the only man at the bar. He's really witty like that.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; We later decide to have dinner across the street at the pig place. Pig Place? Yeah, the Hog something or other. Oh, that place we went and had the sandwiches. Exactly. So we walked across the street and enjoyed tasty fries, and really good beans. The cold slaw was dry. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a great evening. One that is simple yet perfect. I hope everyone has a perfect evening tonight. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;- Miss Huang&lt;br /&gt;PS: to Missy and her husband, Kelly, enjoy Cabo!! Luuccckkkkyyyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114192742668942311?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114192742668942311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114192742668942311' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114192742668942311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114192742668942311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/03/making-time.html' title='Making time'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114166549054057168</id><published>2006-03-06T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T09:18:10.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Casimir Pulaski Day!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, i'd never heard of him either until i moved to Chicago.  There's a large Polish community here, and he was, apparently, a polish guy who faught in the revolutionary war.  A hero if you will.  So i'm guessing the bars in the polish neighborhoods will be going off tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;Many government offices are closed, unfortunatly, mine isn't (closed or government).  If Chris K. lived here, he would definatly have the day off.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Sufjan Stevens wrote a pretty good song called Casimir Pulaski Day.  Worth checking out.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day, and drink one for Casimir tonight.&lt;br /&gt;JDM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114166549054057168?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114166549054057168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114166549054057168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114166549054057168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114166549054057168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-casimir-pulaski-day.html' title='Happy Casimir Pulaski Day!'/><author><name>JD McGregor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c31/jdm333/mcgregorsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114134320851376570</id><published>2006-03-02T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:46:48.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Los Cabos!</title><content type='html'>This morning my friend Kelly and I were on the phone daydreaming about the summer when we would lay on the beach soaking up the sun, digging our toes in the hot sand, laying there until we could barely stand the heat and then jumping into the water causing the worst case of goosebumps....repeat this process four times and that's our typical satuday and sunday in OB - anyways as we reminisced, my dear frined Kelly said let's go to Cabo and I said yea, let's go, (mind you we were kind of joking at this point) and she said I'm just going to look up airfare and I said I'll just look at hotels and twenty minutes later we had booked our hotel and plane tickets and we leave for Cabo a week from today!!!!!!  The temperature is 80 degrees and the water in the Sea of Cortez is 70....holy crap - I'm going to be living the dream in 7 days!!!!!!  I love having no responsibilities or attachments and an equally impulsive best friend!  I can barely contain my excitement.....Cabo - here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114134320851376570?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114134320851376570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114134320851376570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114134320851376570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114134320851376570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/03/viva-los-cabos.html' title='Viva Los Cabos!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562765561368735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114132616686988328</id><published>2006-03-02T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:02:51.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shortimers Syndrome</title><content type='html'>Wow - I don't think I have EVER been this unproductive at work!  Except of course for the day that I went to work after drinking all night (and I'm not exaggeratting - I never went to bed and had my last cocktail at 8:00 a.m.)  and fell asleep on the giant bag of styrofoam peanuts for five hours....god I miss Sea World....But I digress....I haven't been able to do anything since I gave my two weeks notice!  I sit at my desk and gossip with coworkers telling them all the things I know about the crazy people who work here, I email all day long - nonwork related of course - I talked to my sister on the phone for an hour and half this morning about Martin Luther - not to be confused with Martin Luther King Jr....we were discussing Lutheranism as a sect of Christianity.....ummmm let's see yea, the phone - I've been calling all my friends back home from my office phone and talking for ridiculous amounts of time....Kelly and I are actually on the phone right now talking about going to Cabo because we really need some warm weather and beach action....It's 85 there right now....I think we might do it....okay we are doing it!!!  Holy shit - I'm going to Cabo in a week!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114132616686988328?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114132616686988328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114132616686988328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114132616686988328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114132616686988328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/03/shortimers-syndrome.html' title='Shortimers Syndrome'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562765561368735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114105958015154178</id><published>2006-02-27T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T08:59:40.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chestnut Hill and all</title><content type='html'>So this weekend a bunch of friends and I went up to Chestnut Mountain to ski and snowboard. Fiday night  our friend Eli and I  got really drunk and made a jacuzzi out of our bathtub. JD took his shirt off, Stephanie did something on her head causing all the boys to take photos of her butt, and Sean stole these snowman statuetts from the bar. Ah, good times. I'll post photos soon, as they're actually pretty entertaining. Oh, Sean ran over a deer. They named the deer "Deer Couger Melloncamp"&lt;br /&gt;  Saturday: I went snowboarding for the first time in like 3 years. I went down a few times and I realized i was just not having fun. The slopes were so short and there wasn't much powder, so I asn't willing to try anything really fun.  So, I hung out with JD who didn't want to ski or snowboard.  I was super tired and everyone commented on how pale I looked.&lt;br /&gt; I love getting away with friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114105958015154178?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114105958015154178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114105958015154178' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114105958015154178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114105958015154178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/02/chestnut-hill-and-all.html' title='Chestnut Hill and all'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114080953369891382</id><published>2006-02-24T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T11:32:13.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Missy</title><content type='html'>Miss Missy.  &lt;br /&gt;I was just wondering what ever happened to the James vs Kelly&amp;Missy basketball game.&lt;br /&gt;My guess is that it was never played.   If it was, i hope you girls made him run till he was all tired out, then just out shot him.  Though if you'd have won, i'm sure i would've heard about it by now.&lt;br /&gt;Happy super late birthday by the way.  How was Vegas? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep us posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114080953369891382?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114080953369891382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114080953369891382' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114080953369891382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114080953369891382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/02/hey-missy.html' title='Hey Missy'/><author><name>JD McGregor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c31/jdm333/mcgregorsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114071006119009667</id><published>2006-02-23T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T07:54:21.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power &amp; Sensitivity</title><content type='html'>Power &amp; Sensitivity, that's what one of the posters on the wall here at work says.  And then it's got a picture of a mother polar bear surrounding her cub.&lt;br /&gt;Cute.  It's like an inspirational poster (you know the one's i'm talkin' 'bout) except that it's really a promo poster from the RT-PCR company.  I get it, powerful and sensitive PCR, just like that mother bear.  hummmm.&lt;br /&gt;What does (or would) &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;inspirational work poster say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;JDM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114071006119009667?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114071006119009667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114071006119009667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114071006119009667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114071006119009667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/02/power-sensitivity.html' title='Power &amp; Sensitivity'/><author><name>JD McGregor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c31/jdm333/mcgregorsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114038000572975807</id><published>2006-02-19T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T12:13:25.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Incredible Dating Weekend</title><content type='html'>Quite a weekend here in Chicago, complete with low, low temperatures, and lots of sunshine!  Huang and I had a couple of little 'dates' in an attempt to get out and explore some more of Chicago.  Friday night we ran out to the suburbs to hear a stand-up comic that we like.  His name is &lt;a href="http://www.toddbarry.com"&gt;Todd Barry&lt;/a&gt;.  It was fun seeing him live, and he's pretty damn funny.  Unfortunatly, we missed him when he played downtown Chicago, so we had to go out to the 'burbs.  There wasn't much to do out there (lots of fodder for a comic), so we saw the show then ended up hitting up our local InnerTown for a nightcap.  &lt;br /&gt;We awoke to a chilly 1 deg F morning, and decided it'd be a good day to see a movie.  "Why We Fight", the new documentery on the military-industrial complex, posing the question wait wait, get this: "why do we fight?"  Anywho, i found it very though provocing, but am not going to review it now.  Continuing on our date, we when to this french creperie and had crepes.&lt;br /&gt;Umm, chicken-curry crepe, delicious!  Then home for a videogame interlude.  &lt;br /&gt;And what better way to end a date, than meeting friends at Gold Star for beers and pool.&lt;br /&gt;Fun weekend.  Cheers Huangy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do anything fun?&lt;br /&gt;JDM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114038000572975807?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114038000572975807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114038000572975807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114038000572975807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114038000572975807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/02/incredible-dating-weekend.html' title='The Incredible Dating Weekend'/><author><name>JD McGregor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c31/jdm333/mcgregorsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114011965217079072</id><published>2006-02-16T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T11:58:20.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite books to read are the ones high school students are assigned.</title><content type='html'>My favorite books to read are the ones high school students are assigned. Last summer I read To Kill a Mocking Bird while lounging on the beach, watching my friends play horseshoes (Go Team Drunk!) and everytime someone saw my book, they said "I read that in high school." Well now I'm reading &lt;i&gt;The Grapes of Wrath&lt;/i&gt; and once again I'm thinking, damn, why didn't I read this in high school when I was supposed to?? This is pretty damn good.&lt;br /&gt;I remember once talking to this guy (Chris, what's his name? He's the singer for the Gizzards) who was reading it and I remember I was so facsinated by the fact that 1, someone else reads for the fun of it, and 2 it was some old school book.&lt;br /&gt;Sure I know some people who read for the fun of it, but most people don't. So, my question is "Why do you choose to read?" accompanied with "Do you read for entertainment purposes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've been watching a lot of Sex and the City lately, hence my thoughts then a question (or two) at the end; just like Carrie does...mmmm... I love Sex and the City...I'm a Miranda...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114011965217079072?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114011965217079072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114011965217079072' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114011965217079072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114011965217079072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-favorite-books-to-read-are-ones.html' title='My favorite books to read are the ones high school students are assigned.'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-114002601379414335</id><published>2006-02-15T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T10:01:00.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm... Valentines day....</title><content type='html'>I love Valentines day. But now that it's over, it's business as usual. &lt;br /&gt;  The Berghoff is a restraunt that has been open for more than 100 years now here in Chicago. And it's been passed down from generation to generation to run the place. But now, it's been passed down to the next generation, who is closing it and turning it into a night club. (yeah, downtown chicago sure could use ANOTHER nightclub... whatever.) Anyway, what kind of idiot takes family history and then poops all over it?  I'm really sad about this news. You can read about it's history at it's website... &lt;a href="http://www.berghoff.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.berghoff.com/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-114002601379414335?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/114002601379414335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=114002601379414335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114002601379414335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/114002601379414335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/02/mmmm-valentines-day.html' title='Mmmm... Valentines day....'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113985188474473457</id><published>2006-02-13T09:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T07:43:46.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conan O</title><content type='html'>Why is Conan O'Brien listed as a "hero" of mine on myspace page?&lt;br /&gt;Why wouldn't he be? After writing some of the funniest of the Simpsons episodes, he went on to become the funniest guy in late nite. How can you disagree with: Triumph, Walker Texas Ranger Clips, Actual Items, and the Masterbating Bear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could possibly be next for him? Well if you haven't been watching him campaign for the female President of Finnland on his show over the last few months (because they happen to look alike- see below), check out &lt;a href="http://1010wins.com/topstories/local_story_043082058.html"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt;. And now that she won,he states:&lt;br /&gt;"In my country, when someone is instrumental in helping someone get elected it's customary for the president to give that person a Cabinet or ministerial position,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://goldnlane.com/blog/tarja_halonen_conan_obrien.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113985188474473457?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113985188474473457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113985188474473457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113985188474473457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113985188474473457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/02/conan-o.html' title='Conan O'/><author><name>JD McGregor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c31/jdm333/mcgregorsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113980326885157916</id><published>2006-02-12T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:01:08.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, another fun weekend over, and another work week to look fwd to.&lt;br /&gt;Huang and I started out our weekend going to a bar out in Wrigleyville (Lincoln Park?, we're not real sure where the boundries are).  It seemed to have potential, in that it was a cool looking bar on a corner, with kind of an old-ish flair (old wood bar and such) and a big room in the back with a stage for music.  Huang wanted to see a guy in the  band playing, so we went to check that out.  The problem was that everyone there was going on 40, at least.  We were definately the youngest ones there.  We had a beer and heard some songs, then took off, as it wasn't doing-it-for us.  &lt;br /&gt;Headed back to our old reliable InnerTown to meet the boys and shoot some stick.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we headed out to the museum at the Art Institute of Chicago again.  We like that museum, have been there three times now, and think we've seen almost all of it.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to find a show to see, but there's no good movies out.  Ended up at Gold Star playing pool and sipping beers till closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, the regulars at Gold Star must think we're the worst pool players.  I think we get our share of respect at InnerTown, but whenever we go to Gold Star (this is including our friend Sean) pool just isn't shot well.  I guess it's just a good thing that the line there is never too bad.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sat. night was fun. Huang always seems to meet people at Gold Star, which is cool, even if it does end in an armwrestling competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;JDM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113980326885157916?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113980326885157916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113980326885157916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113980326885157916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113980326885157916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-another-fun-weekend-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>JD McGregor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c31/jdm333/mcgregorsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113959127477189572</id><published>2006-02-10T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T09:10:26.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is pretty good right  now</title><content type='html'>Ah to quote a smart and beautiful woman, Missy, Life is pretty good right now.&lt;br /&gt;I concur! With no disparaging remarks to be had! Life is good! JD and I are moving in together. It's snowing in Chicago, too! The wonder that is the cold weather is still here and we're still loving it. Yes, it's so warm in our former home, but then we wouldn't get to wear cool scarves and binies and run into warm bars and so on. I love the winter in Chicago! It's freakin' cold!&lt;br /&gt;My dead end job is awesome too! I have a really cool boss and my coworkers are really nice. The work is good too, plus I make enough money to pay bills and have fun! Isn't that helpful.&lt;br /&gt;So cheers everyone! Cheers to making lemonade out of lemons!&lt;br /&gt;If you have time, please reply why you can also say "life is pretty good right now".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113959127477189572?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113959127477189572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113959127477189572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113959127477189572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113959127477189572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-is-pretty-good-right-now.html' title='Life is pretty good right  now'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113944229324191729</id><published>2006-02-08T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T15:44:53.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea Baby Update</title><content type='html'>So I went to my second interview at Pacific Building Group today and they formally offered me a position and wanted to pay me 5000 less than what I make now!  I literally laughed in the guys face - not hard but I definitely chuckled when i explained I currently made a good deal more than what they were offering.  The guy loke dso sad - but he said he would discuss it further with his boss and get back to me....We shall see what happens....I told one of my associates on my project I was looing to move on to a new position and she wants to hire me but we're trying to figure out if it would be a conflict of interest or not and I need to find out if I signed a No-Compete Agreement when I started working for my firm....she also hooked me up with another company in case she can't hire me and I have an interview there on Friday....I feel good about my prospects at this point - and I know I can prob get paid what I want with no settling involved.  Life is pretty good right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113944229324191729?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113944229324191729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113944229324191729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113944229324191729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113944229324191729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/02/yea-baby-update.html' title='Yea Baby Update'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562765561368735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113925585033623714</id><published>2006-02-06T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T11:57:30.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Sunday</title><content type='html'>Superbowl sunday is over. and I ate too  much chips and salsa.  Too many chips and too much salsa... And who said studying for the GMAT would never pan out for anything! Oh wait, nobody said that... Anyway, Seahawks lost. boo hoo. Chris and I bet a little bit. I won the coin toss, he won the over/under score. Neither of us won the Seahawks to win (mine was between 2-6 points and his was between 7-11).&lt;br /&gt;  It was a good time.  But now more importantly, when does baseball start?! I'm going to bet at the very beginning of the year that Boston is going to win. They took our best players (the padres) and they have some other good players, I think they've got the winning combination as of now. I'm not sure who's going to do worse though. Padres or Kansas City. It's a toss up. The padres are going to blow. Damn that Kevin Towers. Damn him to hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113925585033623714?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113925585033623714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113925585033623714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113925585033623714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113925585033623714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/02/super-bowl-sunday.html' title='Super Bowl Sunday'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113892005843205038</id><published>2006-02-02T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T14:40:58.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEA BABY!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So it looks like I may have landed myself a new job!  I interviewed yesterday and I think I just might have charmed this man into hiring me because I know he could hire someone with more experience.  After shaking my hand vigorously with both of his hands and telling me how much he enjoyed meeting me he proceeded to email me later that day and state once again how much he enjoyed our meeting and then he called me today to set up a second interview Wednesday where I will meet the CEO and some upper management people and we will prob negotiate a salary.  God I hope this really happens cause there are so many things I want to say to my bosses here before I leave - ooooooohhhhh I can't wait for that moment when they ask me why I'm leaving - I daydream about it - I think about it when I'm laying in bed falling asleep - I think about it at work and when I look at them......The time will come...soon....hopefully....Anyways - wish me luck on interview #2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113892005843205038?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113892005843205038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113892005843205038' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113892005843205038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113892005843205038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/02/yea-baby.html' title='YEA BABY!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562765561368735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113880913671057884</id><published>2006-02-01T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T07:52:16.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk on the left stand on the right.</title><content type='html'>Chicago life can be really funny at times. Everyone, including myself, busts ass to get to work. Therefore, you see a lot of people powerwalking their way to the tall builings of The Loop. They're wearing scarves, they almost always have gloves on, and a lot of men where wool three quarter length jackets and scarves that are tucked in such a way that they're not wrapped around the neck, it's weird. (They all live in Lincoln park, too.)  Anyway, I was just marveling at the quirkiness that is a large city like Chicago. There are a lot of shoulder pads (via the wool coats).  Also, when you're going up an escalater, you stand on the right,  and walk on the left, and if you don't do this, someone (like what happend today to some poor girl that may have been a tourist from some non-english speaking part of the world) will yell at you to move over. Not me, I don't have the guts, although in my little brain I am screaming "Damn, I'm going to be late and it's all your fault! I hate you!!!" &lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, does anyone else notice the way they're commute is always the same?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113880913671057884?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113880913671057884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113880913671057884' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113880913671057884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113880913671057884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/02/walk-on-left-stand-on-right.html' title='Walk on the left stand on the right.'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113874748593013186</id><published>2006-01-31T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T14:44:45.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M A WINNER</title><content type='html'>Just thought you guys should know I won my first league game last night!!!!!!!! Woo hoo! I'm 1-2 on the season so far. The girl really sucked though and it was like 36 innings in three matches or something ridiculous like that.  I should have won in two games but whatever, I won!  I'm a weeeeeeeeeener!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113874748593013186?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113874748593013186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113874748593013186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113874748593013186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113874748593013186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-winner.html' title='I&apos;M A WINNER'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562765561368735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113863622144764056</id><published>2006-01-30T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T07:50:21.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week after another weekend</title><content type='html'>ah, time flies. I'm back to the grind after another relaxing weekend. On Sunday, I played video games all day. I feel like it's such a waste of my time, yet, I just can't muster the energy to do anything productive anyway. Well, I did do four loads of laundry and JD did dishes, both of which are major accomplishments. Not because we never do them, but because it's a major improvement when they're not needed to be done! We also went to lunch at this excellent pizza place called Metro Pizza. The crust is super thin and crispy and really there are no edges. also If you order a slice, it comes out slider style. (slider= 6 whitecastle burgers stuck in two rows, like they used to do at the Stratosphere 50's diner, I loved that place)&lt;br /&gt;so, you get 6 squares of pizza. Anyway, it's yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so Saturday JD and I went to Woodstock, IL. Where they filmed the movie Groundhog day with Bill Murray. that movie rocked! and so did this town! Now I know that the film was filled almost entirely in this square. It's so funny. We ate the diner where the drunks were wanting to go eat, Angelo's. We went to the bowling alley, but didn't go in. Neither of us felt like bowling. All in all the townsquare was cute. And we took photos of all the cuteness. I'll have to post them on my site.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was spent at my local pub. The Innertown pub. We played pool with our good friend, Sean, and chatted. It was a fun night, per the usual.&lt;br /&gt;How was your weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113863622144764056?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113863622144764056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113863622144764056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113863622144764056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113863622144764056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-week-after-another-weekend.html' title='Another week after another weekend'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113823557187541240</id><published>2006-01-25T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T16:32:51.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinky McPsycho</title><content type='html'>I have a secret.  I have a temporary personality disorder.  It appears once a month in the form of another "self".  Do not confuse her with me - although we inhabit the same body, we are not , in fact, the same.  I shall call her Pinky McPsycho.  Pinky McPsycho has completely taken over for the past 10 days or so.  She has waged coups before but never for this long and this dramatically.   Usually she just cries at silly commercials and is a teensy bit sensitive and irrational.  She has swollen feet and hands.  They look puffy and pink and her feet can't into my shoes.  This month she threw a fit in front of people, my friends, who have never met her before, potentially damaging my relationships with them.  She huffed, stomped, and refused acts of consolation.  She threatened, she pouted, and she gave dirty looks.  Fuck Pinky...she's fucking up my life.  Today she went off to my coworkers about my crappy boss in a meeting.  She almost cried in front of them and could end up getting me fired for talking all that shit in my name.  I tried to break through and explain who she was and why she was there but she silenced me with fake rationalizations  like, "You can't tell your coworkers you're temporarily insane right now - it'll make you look unstable."  So I was quiet and watched in horror as everyone sat and listened to her go on and on and on.   The older I get, the more potent Pinky becomes.  She didn't exist until I was about 20.  Then all of a sudden, she was there, crying at silly commercials and making everyone laugh with her ladylike simpering irrationality.  My ex thought she was cute.  After a few years she started calling him names and he stopped thinking she was cute and stayed away when she was around.....and it keeps getting worse -  so guess what?  I'm offing her.  I won't be held prisoner by this hormone ho! I have a doctors appt on Friday and I will demand drugs that will kill her because I refuse to be taken over by some crying, pouting, stomping, simpering, bitchy bitch who wants to ruin my life, alienate me from my friends, and get me fired.!!!!  Take that Pinky McPsycho!  You're through!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113823557187541240?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113823557187541240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113823557187541240' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113823557187541240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113823557187541240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/01/pinky-mcpsycho.html' title='Pinky McPsycho'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562765561368735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113821588935355315</id><published>2006-01-25T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T11:04:49.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked</title><content type='html'>Yay, JD and I are going to see the show Wicked tonight. He got me tickets for Chanamas. And our day finally came to go see it! I'm so excited, i've wanted to see this play forever. The last time I saw a play was more than two years ago. (It was The Graduate). &lt;br /&gt;  We're going to the Oriental Theater tonight, it's a really nice theater right smack dab in the middle of dowtown Chicago. &lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited.  So excited that I'm not even the least bit perturbed that I had a 7 am meeting with a person who forgot about it... I woke up at 6 am! I usually wake up at 8.  But it's okay, he's busy and I know that a meeting that early was bound to get jumbled up. I'm not sure why he scheduled it that early, but I guess he was being optamistic. Which is commendable really... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113821588935355315?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113821588935355315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113821588935355315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113821588935355315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113821588935355315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/01/wicked.html' title='Wicked'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113779275759480810</id><published>2006-01-20T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T13:32:40.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asking co-workers for spare change</title><content type='html'>I forgot my wallet at home and was found stranded. No food and no ride home. This sucks. Calling my boyfriend for a ride home didn't pan out. He would do it, but he doesn't know how long it will take and how to navigate downtown. I see his point, but I hate him anyway.  So, I hate asking people for money. Except my boyfriend, I see no reason why I cant say "hey, buy me a vodka Cran or two" because I know I spend money on him so it works out at  the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;  so, i broke down and asked to borrow 1.50. My very cool cooworker gave it to me, but I feel dirty now.  I can't wait to go home though and eat. I'm starving!!  I've eaten three dougnuts (We're IT we always have doughnuts.)&lt;br /&gt;  Ugh, I feel malnutitious. I really want some food. and money. lots and lots of it. piles of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113779275759480810?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113779275759480810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113779275759480810' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113779275759480810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113779275759480810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/01/asking-co-workers-for-spare-change.html' title='Asking co-workers for spare change'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113632505294393228</id><published>2006-01-03T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:50:52.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry New Year!</title><content type='html'>Well, seeing as we're all back at work today, thought i'd give a little shout-out to the West-coaster, and the Gum Queen.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, the Gum Queen and I went to the Bulls game last night, just for fun, a few beers, and to watch them lose by 1 point.  Free ticket's in the lower suite with complimentry food and beer, man you can't go wrong with that!  We had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve landed us at a house party filled with movers &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; shakers!  We toasted in the new year with some champagne, Rolling Rock, and just a hint of Jagermeister.  Fun times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 2005, all and all, I would say was a great year.  Sadly to leave the fun San Diego people, but excitedly to going the ranks of the Chicago proletariat.  All this joined by hooking up with Huangy and changing jobs.  Nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a good New Years Eve and 2005.&lt;br /&gt;Look for my new mystery novel, out in stores later next year,&lt;br /&gt;JDM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113632505294393228?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113632505294393228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113632505294393228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113632505294393228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113632505294393228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2006/01/merry-new-year.html' title='Merry New Year!'/><author><name>JD McGregor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c31/jdm333/mcgregorsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113587846621119851</id><published>2005-12-29T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T09:47:46.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Drugs and Rock and Roll</title><content type='html'>So, you want Sex drugs and Rock and roll, eh?&lt;br /&gt; That's last weekend for me!   First I had an awesome chick come hang out, she did drugs in my apartment, none of which I partook of, but it still counts. Then later in the week I was hanging out with this gorgeous guy at the bar, where we listened to great rock and roll music, I ended up bringing him back to my place where we had sex. it was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;    My life is all about Sex drugs and rock and roll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113587846621119851?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113587846621119851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113587846621119851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113587846621119851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113587846621119851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2005/12/sex-drugs-and-rock-and-roll.html' title='Sex Drugs and Rock and Roll'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113583351933098842</id><published>2005-12-28T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:18:39.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Chicago</title><content type='html'>Well, as you probably know, Chris and I moved toChicago, IL in September.&lt;br /&gt;Since we were both unemployed, we decided to take ourtime and see some of the country on a little roadtrip, of which we ended up doing TWO, since we had two cars, and wanted to return to So. Cal for my brother'swedding.-On trip one, we took a northern route through Colorado, South Dakota and Minnesota. We arrived inChicago, found places to live, then traveled out to Milwaukee and down to St. Louis.-On the way back from San Diego the second time, wetraveled through New Mexico, Texas, and Tennessee.We had an overall great time, and have finally gotten the photos ready and up on the web (complete with somefunny captions!) check them out at &lt;a href="http://www.goldnlane.com/ob" target="_blank"&gt;www.goldnlane.com/ob&lt;/a&gt; Click on "Road Trip to Chicago" on the right. As said, we had a great time. Some of our favorites were: Deadwood, Mt. Rushmore, Milwaukee, Roswell, andGraceland! Hope you enjoy the photos as much as we did taking them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113583351933098842?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113583351933098842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113583351933098842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113583351933098842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113583351933098842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2005/12/trip-to-chicago.html' title='Trip to Chicago'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113570325846504479</id><published>2005-12-27T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T09:40:46.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chipotle is yummy!!</title><content type='html'>I am a big fan of Chipotle. Mainly because of all the veggies and stuff, I figured it was way better for me than getting fries and a big mac... I'm starting to wonder if it's true though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My burrito has 59g of fat, and 1215 calories. How about &lt;a href="http://www.chipotlefan.com"&gt;yours&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remove the Sour cream and Avacado... My burrito has 34g of fat, and 933 calories.  But avacado is supposed to be good for you so i'm keeping it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get rid of cheese? My burrito has 32g of fat, and 885 calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about no cheese or sour cream and make it a bowl?My burrito has 23g of fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, now i'm eating a bowl of black beans, rice,  avacado and lettuce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, how about this. Tortilla, rice, avadado, lettuce, black beans... My burrito has 32g of fat.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait! Fajita veggies!! My burrito has 40g of fat. Woah, I thought Veggies would be good for me!! They're not! I'm taking them off my burrito. My burrito has 32g of fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113570325846504479?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113570325846504479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113570325846504479' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113570325846504479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113570325846504479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2005/12/chipotle-is-yummy.html' title='Chipotle is yummy!!'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113520449578160487</id><published>2005-12-21T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T14:37:44.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Sweaters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's an epidemic.....There are minimum six wandering around my office today burning my retinas with their multiple textures. I say minimum six because at this shockingly high rate of attendance who knows how many more might cross my path. The biggest offender in the office has assaulted my vision for the third time this week.....Yesterday it was very long (to the knees) and white with an outdoorsy scene (evergreens and snowflakes) and was combined with black stretch pants and flats. Today it is green with a big santa face on it....The beard is made of stuffed animal fur, and the ball on Santa's hat actually swings free from the garment by a tiny little string...Santa's eyes are big shiny black buttons taunting me...."Missy - go ahead, mock her to your co-workers....I know you want to talk about it with someone...no one will find out....people don't gossip in offices..." I will stay strong and keep my mouth shut for I know Christmas Sweater Santa is a very deceptive troublesome fellow.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113520449578160487?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113520449578160487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113520449578160487' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113520449578160487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113520449578160487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-sweaters.html' title='Christmas Sweaters'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18036562765561368735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113477621566620422</id><published>2005-12-16T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T15:36:55.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'mon feel the noize...</title><content type='html'>Woo hoo it's friday night and I don't give a @$&amp;%. &lt;br /&gt;  Oh yeah, it's getting that time of the year when I get antsy for something new. Yes, everything is new to me these days, but I want to travel.  I want to get some mileage on my passport. The places I want to go is Holland, Germany, Prague and my favorite mmmm Budapest.  &lt;a href="http://www.budapestinfo.hu/en/"&gt;http://www.budapestinfo.hu/en/&lt;/a&gt; Check that out. Oh man that place just looks like another world. I want to go so bad. I'm going to use my tax return to go. (if I get anything, of course) &lt;br /&gt;  The other night, JD McGregor and I were tossing a few drinks back and I ended up getting pretty drunk. We ended the night promising to go on our own Europe vacation. Ahh the fun that will be had. The adventure too! good times good times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113477621566620422?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113477621566620422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113477621566620422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113477621566620422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113477621566620422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2005/12/cmon-feel-noize.html' title='C&apos;mon feel the noize...'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113398381323324901</id><published>2005-12-07T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T11:30:13.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of that Holiday Spirit!</title><content type='html'>When i got up this morning, one of those morning shows (good morning america, or today or something) announced that Martha Stewart was going to be on soon, to show us how to make Egg Nog.  I'm not much of a Martha fan, but i've wondered what exactly goes into Egg Nog.  So i dropped the remote, and waited patiently.&lt;br /&gt;Then there she was.  Ugh.  Well, lets see how it's done anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egg yolks - ok, i guess i expected that.&lt;br /&gt;1.5 cups sugar - understandable&lt;br /&gt;1 quart (that's 4 cups) whole milk - that's why i buy it in the "dairy" section.&lt;br /&gt;1.5 quarts heavy cream - no wonder it tastes good&lt;br /&gt;3 cups of Bourbon - really?  That's almost an entire bottle. &lt;br /&gt;2 cups of Cognac - uh huh, more than half a bottle...&lt;br /&gt;0.5 cup of Rum - i see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She swears it's better than the stuff i get at the store and i don't doubt it!&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Martha, that concoction is 30% alcohol!&lt;br /&gt;That's what i call holiday spirit.  I may have to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to answer my question:  What goes into Egg Nog? Lots of booze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113398381323324901?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113398381323324901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113398381323324901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113398381323324901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113398381323324901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-of-that-holiday-spirit.html' title='Some of that Holiday Spirit!'/><author><name>JD McGregor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c31/jdm333/mcgregorsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113388559768640658</id><published>2005-12-06T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T08:13:17.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding Mass Transit</title><content type='html'>I've never ridden mass transit before. OK once or twice and when I would visit my sister when she lived in New York.  Now I'm here taking it every day. I  like it. Every morning I shove myself into an already overpacked train to get to work. i stand up against at least 4 different people who either smell bad or very nice. Today I was standing in the midst of some very lovely perfume. I enjoyed myself. Until someone cut one and I was in hell. Seriously, the person couldn't hold back!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113388559768640658?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113388559768640658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113388559768640658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113388559768640658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113388559768640658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2005/12/riding-mass-transit.html' title='Riding Mass Transit'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113381181850709277</id><published>2005-12-05T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T11:43:38.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping for Gifts</title><content type='html'>What a weekend!  An all-around-fun time, though nothing in particular that i wanted to write about.&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, do some shopping with my girlfriend.  I was browsing for Christmas gifts for my family, and all i ended up getting, were a few ideas.&lt;br /&gt;So as i was on the internet this morning, looking for more gifts ideas, when i came across an article disussing horrible gifts.  This made me think of a buddy of mine who once got a watch that also functioned as a tv remote.  As bad as it sounds, we did manage to have some fun with it in randoms bars while we were in college (that's right, he wore it!).&lt;br /&gt;This also got me to thinking about some of the gifts i'd been given.  I think the worst ever was a clock.  It had different birds at every hour-mark, and when that hour struck, it played that bird's call.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're curious, some of the funnier gifts seen this morning on the web were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're SUV looks like you use it for other than getting groceries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sprayonmud.com/"&gt;Spray On Mud&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can take your pet for a walk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hammacher.com/publish/72079.asp"&gt;The Pet Stroller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://froogle.google.com/froogle_cluster?q=bird+clock&amp;pid=2044310871665735862&amp;oid=2207282851180866486&amp;btnG=Search+Froogle&amp;lmode=&amp;addr=&amp;scoring=p&amp;hl=en"&gt;my bird clock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any particularly-bad-gift stories?  I wanna hear 'em, as i need some ideas for a couple folks i know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113381181850709277?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113381181850709277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113381181850709277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113381181850709277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113381181850709277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2005/12/shopping-for-gifts.html' title='Shopping for Gifts'/><author><name>JD McGregor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c31/jdm333/mcgregorsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113353742743977779</id><published>2005-12-02T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T07:30:27.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SODUKO</title><content type='html'>I love soduko. I play it almost every day via our local Red daily paper that is free. So, when I'm getting on the train everyday, I pick one up. Good stuff. Friday's is usually the hardest one. I'm not scared though. It may take me all day but i will do it!&lt;br /&gt;  Chris has gotten crazy good at them. seriously. I wonder if this can somehow become an olimpic sport. It should be. Who can finish first. Chris would get Gold, I would get Silver. For sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113353742743977779?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113353742743977779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113353742743977779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113353742743977779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113353742743977779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2005/12/soduko.html' title='SODUKO'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113330214245158771</id><published>2005-11-29T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:09:02.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When's baseball back?</title><content type='html'>Wow, the post-season of Baseball is pretty interesting. People are changing teams left and right. It's so weird. how can you like one team and not a bunch of others when you start liking one guy and he goes to a different team. For instance. I love Aaron Rowand from White Sox. But now that he's with the Phillies, how do I not root for them too!?  I'm so confused as to where my loalties lie! I still love the Padres, of course. But what happens if a-Rod joins the Padres?!!? I can't root for him! I just don't know how people do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113330214245158771?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113330214245158771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113330214245158771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113330214245158771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113330214245158771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2005/11/whens-baseball-back.html' title='When&apos;s baseball back?'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113320893245153373</id><published>2005-11-28T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T12:15:32.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Pockets</title><content type='html'>Just having a Hot Pocket for lunch and wanted to tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;[The first bite tastes nice, warn, dough-y]&lt;br /&gt;It's a pepperoni pizza hotpocket.  And though i'm eating it now (cause i'm hungry) i know i won't feel good about it later.  &lt;br /&gt;I never eat a hot pocket, and then, an hour later, say:  "Wow, i'm sure glad i ate that."&lt;br /&gt;I usually say something like, "great, here comes the diarrhea" or maybe "why am i so achy...oh yeah, that hot pocket".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hot Pocket&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Still a little frozen in the middle]&lt;br /&gt;But they're so convienient, that i can't resist having them around the house.  You know, for when i don't feel like cooking. &lt;br /&gt;[Dough-y at the other end too] &lt;br /&gt;Almost done with the pizza pocket now.  Stomach begining to ache.&lt;br /&gt;I sure am glad my friend A- ate most of the ones in my freezer.  That would also explain the lack of toilet paper and the broken shitter.&lt;br /&gt;[All gone]&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm sure glad i saved 10 minutes by not making a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;-JDM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113320893245153373?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113320893245153373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113320893245153373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113320893245153373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113320893245153373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2005/11/hot-pockets.html' title='Hot Pockets'/><author><name>JD McGregor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c31/jdm333/mcgregorsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113270366847631587</id><published>2005-11-22T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T15:54:28.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/33296"&gt;I'm a chocaholic, but for booze&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113270366847631587?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113270366847631587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113270366847631587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113270366847631587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113270366847631587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-chocaholic-but-for-booze.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113216966362532444</id><published>2005-11-16T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T11:34:23.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wholy crap it's Cold!</title><content type='html'>It's 27 degrees outside with snow flouries... plus it's really windy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113216966362532444?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113216966362532444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113216966362532444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113216966362532444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113216966362532444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2005/11/wholy-crap-its-cold.html' title='Wholy crap it&apos;s Cold!'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113208145982205957</id><published>2005-11-15T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T14:48:51.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>Hi. I'm here now. The party &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt; begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aroooooooooooooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113208145982205957?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113208145982205957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113208145982205957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113208145982205957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113208145982205957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello_15.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>JD McGregor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c31/jdm333/mcgregorsm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19000184.post-113208062908793721</id><published>2005-11-15T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:50:29.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello?</title><content type='html'>Hello? Is this thing on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19000184-113208062908793721?l=obecian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/feeds/113208062908793721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19000184&amp;postID=113208062908793721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113208062908793721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19000184/posts/default/113208062908793721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obecian.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello.html' title='Hello?'/><author><name>Miss Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06802697829677877473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.goldnlane.com/chicago2005/thumbnails/IMG_1976a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
