<?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-3238023</id><updated>2011-06-18T21:27:42.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peyton's Place</title><subtitle type='html'>WARNING...WARNING...just random thoughts that come to me...it can be scary sometimes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-112906195070670831</id><published>2005-11-15T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:22:52.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michaelmas</title><summary type='text'>As I stood there with Mike about to leave a voicemail, I started laughing because I heard myself composing it in my mind.Voicemail left: Hi Michael, this is Michael. I'm here with Mike at Michael's Deli. Just letting you know we're here and wondering where you are.The dinner was good. Nice conversation and time spent with some amazingly-named people. When it was time to leave our dining </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112906195070670831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=112906195070670831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112906195070670831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112906195070670831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/11/michaelmas.html' title='Michaelmas'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-112713700401403887</id><published>2005-09-20T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T16:26:34.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They've been good to me</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever had people, especially members of the opposite sex, do things for you that make you just wonder how you could possibly deserve to be treated that well?A well-timed, well thought-out phone call. A secret order of that beloved appetizer when you've had a bad day. Uncomplaining and whole-hearted accompaniment into the store that you like, but that fondness is not shared.These things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112713700401403887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=112713700401403887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112713700401403887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112713700401403887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/09/theyve-been-good-to-me.html' title='They&apos;ve been good to me'/><author><name>peyton</name><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-3238023.post-112714644074871358</id><published>2005-09-19T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T15:06:09.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Old 21</title><summary type='text'>The funny thing about aging is that it happens while you're not paying attention.Earlier today I was talking to a few friends. Discussing the pros and cons of wedding reception locations with one, and joining an alumni website with another.The fact that these conversations were taking place on AIM says something about my generation. But at the same time, I began to feel "old".I recently had an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112714644074871358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=112714644074871358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112714644074871358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112714644074871358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/09/old-21.html' title='An Old 21'/><author><name>peyton</name><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-3238023.post-112654083650749009</id><published>2005-09-12T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T12:00:36.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Volcano</title><summary type='text'>This weekend was great.  And looking back on it, quite emotional too.  But it was not a roller-coaster, I think that it's more like climbing a mountain.I had so many great experiences.  I spent time with friends, I went on a Harbor Cruise for the first time, I had planned activities and spontaneous ones.  With each thing that happened, I was moving further and further up the mountain.  Each step </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112654083650749009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=112654083650749009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112654083650749009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112654083650749009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-volcano.html' title='My Volcano'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-112380941485906059</id><published>2005-08-11T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T21:16:54.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"A New Lady"?</title><summary type='text'>It's now been over a week since my surgeries.  That's right...I had two.  I guess I just couldn't get enough of that anesthesia.  No need to be concerned.  The first one went fine...but overnight they suspected I was bleeding, and so removed a large clot the following day.  That managed to extend my hospital stay by a few days.During my time in the hospital, I was impressed by the dedication and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112380941485906059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=112380941485906059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112380941485906059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112380941485906059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-lady.html' title='&quot;A New Lady&quot;?'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-112307838879644872</id><published>2005-08-03T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T10:13:22.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's the day</title><summary type='text'>*Exhale*The day is here. I'm having surgery soon. I can't say that I'm completely unphased by this or not worried at all. I was doing fine until I heard about the postponement. Then Tuesday night, lying in bed, I kept seeing images of myself on a hospital bed cut open. The thought "I will go to sleep and wake up hours later not knowing what's happened." ran through my head repeatedly. It is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112307838879644872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=112307838879644872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112307838879644872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112307838879644872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/08/todays-day.html' title='Today&apos;s the day'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-112291131594931571</id><published>2005-08-01T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T11:48:35.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change in Plans</title><summary type='text'>So up until abou 68 hours ago I thought I would be unconcious right now.  Surgery was scheduled to start at 10:30...so it's safe to say that at 11:44 I'd be in LaLa-Land.  Completely unaware that my insides were currently exposed, or anything else for that matter.Instead I'm sitting at work typing this.  As you can tell, the plans have changed.My surgeon had a family emergency and so we're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112291131594931571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=112291131594931571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112291131594931571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112291131594931571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/08/change-in-plans.html' title='Change in Plans'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-112239538883707001</id><published>2005-07-26T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:29:48.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you build me up....just to let me down</title><summary type='text'>The bank music hasn't been mention-worthy lately.  It hasn't out-right sucked...but just hasn't had that awesomeness that it did before. Yesterday my life just kept spiraling down...I called a friend on the way to the bank...walked into the bank and heard my favorite song.Once before i heard it in a public place as I was having a bad day.  Standing in line at CampCo to buy water, listening to "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112239538883707001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=112239538883707001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112239538883707001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112239538883707001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-do-you-build-me-upjust-to-let-me.html' title='Why do you build me up....just to let me down'/><author><name>peyton</name><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-3238023.post-112238700117883543</id><published>2005-07-26T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T10:10:01.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Bambi.</title><summary type='text'>I don't know what I was thinking on that last post...I was two weeks from unconsciousness at that point...now I am at 6 days. A while ago I mentioned to a friend that although all these huge things were going "wrong", I was keeping it together and doing what was necessary to make it all happen.  He responded with the following:"You know when Bambi's life has gone down hill for a while, and then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112238700117883543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=112238700117883543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112238700117883543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112238700117883543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-bambi.html' title='I am Bambi.'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-112170418071582708</id><published>2005-07-18T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T12:29:40.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>downpour</title><summary type='text'>so on top of my upcoming surgery (august 1st by the way), i have to move.last wednesday (on my T ride to meeting with the surgeon), an entire iced coffee somethingorother was spilled on my foot.  the woman who did the spilling did not offer to wipe it up or even offer me the napkin in her hand. a week from right now i will be unconcious.someone was at my desk over the weekend.  someone moved </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112170418071582708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=112170418071582708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112170418071582708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112170418071582708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/07/downpour.html' title='downpour'/><author><name>peyton</name><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-3238023.post-112120025487561511</id><published>2005-07-12T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T16:30:54.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are like shoes.</title><summary type='text'>I've always gotten a laugh out of the "Men are like ___." sentences...found them amusing, but also thought they were quite stereotypical and not something I would ever actually believe.  It was yesterday that I realized that, for me, men and shoes have one big thing in common.No, it's not that I walk all over them.  No, I don't pick a different one each day.  And no, I most certainly do not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112120025487561511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=112120025487561511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112120025487561511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112120025487561511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/07/men-are-like-shoes.html' title='Men are like shoes.'/><author><name>peyton</name><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-3238023.post-112109736441095888</id><published>2005-07-11T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T13:50:42.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change isn't always bad</title><summary type='text'>So I've been feeling spiritually rather "dry" lately. I've noticed myself falling away from prayer and hadn't been able to close the gap. Even after finding out about my health problems and returning to Daily Mass, I still couldn't find the prayer connection I'd had before all this. I've been told and realized on my own at various times that just because something changes in your spiritual life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112109736441095888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=112109736441095888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112109736441095888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112109736441095888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/07/change-isnt-always-bad.html' title='Change isn&apos;t always bad'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-112082895135775516</id><published>2005-07-08T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:22:31.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><summary type='text'>A week ago I got a heavy dose of perspective.  I've been so bogged down with worrying about things.  My job, relationships, and other things that are important...but not that important. With my job, I don't want to be a receptionist forever.  I don't want to be one for too much longer...I want to start getting on with my life.  I want to start actually accomplishing something.  But how?  In what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112082895135775516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=112082895135775516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112082895135775516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112082895135775516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/07/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-112001058643629924</id><published>2005-06-28T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T22:03:06.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>British people hate me! (pt. 1)</title><summary type='text'>So this post should encompass the last of the details about my trip.  I'm sure to add some thoughts and reflections later...but I have no clue when.  As you can see, I've retreated from posting at all lately.  Don't take that to mean that nothing's going on and there's nothing to talk about.  So many things to stress about and worry over.  People to say goodbye...oops, I mean "See you later"...to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/112001058643629924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=112001058643629924' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112001058643629924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/112001058643629924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/06/british-people-hate-me-pt-1.html' title='British people hate me! (pt. 1)'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111875680818523746</id><published>2005-06-14T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:46:48.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Courmayeur</title><summary type='text'>So I'd better finish writing about my trip to Italy so that I can get on to posting about other things. So Courmayeur is the town we were staying in.  We got back from Milan Sunday night and just stayed around the house.  He had to go to work Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.  So during the first two days I just slept or read.  He came home for lunch and that was good.  On Tuesday, he came home for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111875680818523746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111875680818523746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111875680818523746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111875680818523746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/06/courmayeur.html' title='Courmayeur'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111833063232431439</id><published>2005-06-09T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T11:23:52.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bellissimo</title><summary type='text'>As promised, here's the first installment of my vacation.  Even thought I've been back for less than a week, I'm finding it hard to remember the details...so I'm hoping that writing this will help jog my memory and bring me back to that beautiful place.So I arrived in Geneva, Switzerland.  Saw Gio but had to wait for my bag.  I then flew through Customs without even talking to a single person!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111833063232431439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111833063232431439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111833063232431439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111833063232431439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/06/bellissimo.html' title='Bellissimo'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111783004669825569</id><published>2005-06-03T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T16:20:46.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Boot</title><summary type='text'>I am newly back from my first ever visit to the Boot Country (known to the rest of the world as Italy). I've been stateside for less than a day.  I was more tired last night as I arrived than I am now.  Being me, with my funky, always changing sleep schedule, jet lag has never met a fiercer enemy. So there's so much TO say.  So much happened...so much to share.  I just don't know what to start </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111783004669825569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111783004669825569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111783004669825569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111783004669825569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/06/bye-bye-boot.html' title='Bye Bye Boot'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111627855854573572</id><published>2005-05-16T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T17:22:38.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Floods &amp; Droughts</title><summary type='text'>I used to be addicted to posting.  I couldn't possibly get through a workday without it.  Then I had a busy week.  Not insanely busy...didn't make me want to pull my hair out.  It was simply busy.  It was enjoyable.  the days passed by quicker, I felt like I was actually accomplishing something here at work!  It was lovely.  That led into my birthday week ... which really was an entire week of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111627855854573572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111627855854573572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111627855854573572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111627855854573572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/05/floods-droughts.html' title='Floods &amp; Droughts'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111530113114971298</id><published>2005-05-05T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T09:52:11.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of a Birthday...</title><summary type='text'>What was the significance of yesterday?  My 21st birthday!  I'll answer your questions now.  Yes I drank, no I did not get drunk.  I won't really go into how I don't see the point of it...we'll save that for another time.  For now I just want to share all the great things that have happened so far!So I actually want to start this story on Tuesday night.  This year I haven't been tight-lipped at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111530113114971298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111530113114971298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111530113114971298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111530113114971298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/05/story-of-birthday.html' title='The Story of a Birthday...'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111470757277780241</id><published>2005-04-28T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T12:59:32.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does Italy have to be so freakin' great!?</title><summary type='text'>Apparently it's so amazing that it's all I ever hear anybody talking about.What triggered this sudden Boot country-directed ire, you ask?  Here's the story....I went down to the mailroom this morning after almost completing an extraordinary morning.  There was nothing specific that was extraordinary about it, but despite the dreary weather outside, I was in a fantastic mood and felt absolutely on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111470757277780241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111470757277780241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111470757277780241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111470757277780241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-does-italy-have-to-be-so-freakin.html' title='Why does Italy have to be so freakin&apos; great!?'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111469695837595551</id><published>2005-04-28T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T12:40:47.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard</title><summary type='text'>So I've overheard and been involved in several funny conversations lately. figured it'd be a nice idea of me to share some of them with you!************************************At a birthday celebration last night...we and the waiter were discussing dessert...he tried to help us decide between two by describing his favorite with...Waiter: Well I had two women in here earlier who....let's just say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111469695837595551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111469695837595551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111469695837595551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111469695837595551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/04/overheard.html' title='Overheard'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111420488996310968</id><published>2005-04-22T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T17:21:29.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with myself...and others.</title><summary type='text'>So I like to dance.  I have for quite a while now.  It started in middle school when I was a cheerleader (pause for laughing) and then into high school when I joined the dance team (more laughs anyone?).  I enjoyed it, but I was still such a stick in the mud that I wouldn't loosen up.  I was the best at memorizing dances (not that there was much competition), but a smile?  No way.  And I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111420488996310968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111420488996310968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111420488996310968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111420488996310968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/04/dancing-with-myselfand-others.html' title='Dancing with myself...and others.'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111400825916043222</id><published>2005-04-20T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T10:44:45.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I am</title><summary type='text'>I am not a ditz.I am not a genius.I am not indecisive.I am honest.I am emotional.I do not look like a model.I am a college graduate.I am employed.I am Catholic.I am a girl.I am a woman.I am single.I am a daughter.I am a sister.I love.I do not exercise.I love to eat.I am easily hurt.   &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;   Though I know these things and many more, I still struggle with “</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111400825916043222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111400825916043222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111400825916043222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111400825916043222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/04/who-i-am.html' title='Who I am'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111394096106611405</id><published>2005-04-19T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T16:04:16.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><summary type='text'>So Mr. MR was discussing this week's flower arrangement with me. After about a month of having two small arrangements, this week we got one tall one. They are colorful and pretty. Of course most people comment on them as they pass my area. This conversation went something like this:MR: Glad to see you're back to one personality.Me: Yes...I am.MR: So the therapy's finally paying off, huh?Me: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111394096106611405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111394096106611405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111394096106611405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111394096106611405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/04/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>peyton</name><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-3238023.post-111383385041852363</id><published>2005-04-18T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T10:17:30.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon Monday</title><summary type='text'>Yes, somehow, thankfully I am better.  It only took a week of feeling like my head was going to explode.  Somehow that is gone.  Some things are still here...since it's me we're talking about, I'll never fully be better.  I'm still coughing up stuff that should never be seen or heard.  One of my ears continues to pop at strange times.  My throat's still slightly sore, but I'd say that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111383385041852363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111383385041852363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111383385041852363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111383385041852363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/04/marathon-monday.html' title='Marathon Monday'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111348985345051839</id><published>2005-04-14T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T10:44:13.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrounded by wanna-be models and I'm a lop-sided bubble!</title><summary type='text'>So yesterday Copley Mall was the place for an open casting call for the next season of America's Next Top Model.  I saw it on the news before leaving home and when I arrived at work, there were only 5 or 6 girls waiting.  As people arrived at work later, they asked me what was going on downstairs.  Apparently the models had started taking over the second level of the mall.  On my trips downstairs</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111348985345051839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111348985345051839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111348985345051839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111348985345051839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/04/surrounded-by-wanna-be-models-and-im.html' title='Surrounded by wanna-be models and I&apos;m a lop-sided bubble!'/><author><name>peyton</name><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-3238023.post-111334106684423964</id><published>2005-04-12T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T17:24:26.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing tricks on me</title><summary type='text'>I never thought I'd say this, but I can only wish I were in the middle of the "Lebon Ad Hodey" sickness.   I woke up Friday feeling a bit under the weather and then it's just worsened from there!  I somehow made it through two performances as the Main Character with no real mistakes.  I also "got better" a few times...only to realize that it had been the sickness playing a trick on me!  I do not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111334106684423964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111334106684423964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111334106684423964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111334106684423964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/04/playing-tricks-on-me.html' title='Playing tricks on me'/><author><name>peyton</name><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-3238023.post-111282246519382314</id><published>2005-04-06T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T17:21:05.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I've never posted quiz results on here before, but I stumbled across this one, tried it out and realized that it was way too appropriate to not post. So here is my name and me in seven words:MMushyIIntelligentCCleverHHelpfulAAwkwardEExcitingLLittleName / Username:Name Acronym GeneratorFrom Go-Quiz.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111282246519382314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111282246519382314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111282246519382314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111282246519382314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-ive-never-posted-quiz-results-on.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111280423813584472</id><published>2005-04-06T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T12:17:18.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know how I've posted for several days and not mentioned this topic.  A great man has died.  From a friend's blog I was directed to the Slate cartoons.  Normally these just mock whatever is happening politically in the world and I don't enjoy them.  Some of these cartoons, however, show a great reverence and amazing insight into who this man was.My favorite of all of them, the top one on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111280423813584472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111280423813584472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111280423813584472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111280423813584472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-dont-know-how-ive-posted-for-several.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111280293740628676</id><published>2005-04-06T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T11:55:37.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have known...</title><summary type='text'>So I really should have expected this to happen.  After hurting myself and turning colors, I should never have thought that I'd escape a painting session un-colored.I was doing very well.  I painted several things and even managed to pour paint twice without getting a drop on me.  I somehow manuvered my feet around the wet spots and I had maybe a drop or two on me.  Then came time to wash my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111280293740628676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111280293740628676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111280293740628676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111280293740628676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-should-have-known.html' title='I should have known...'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111273249768232619</id><published>2005-04-05T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T16:22:02.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Despite unnaturally colored body parts...</title><summary type='text'>Ok...so my finger isn't very blue anymore...and my leg hasn't turned purple yet.  I can still talk about those, can't I?  My finger was blue. It was self-inflicted and completely unintentional. It's still slightly blue and slightly swollen. And I swear tht my leg will be purple or maroon...it's yet to reveal itself. This is also my fault...and actually rather intentional. Yes I fell repeatedly on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111273249768232619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111273249768232619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111273249768232619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111273249768232619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/04/despite-unnaturally-colored-body-parts.html' title='Despite unnaturally colored body parts...'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111264811635254713</id><published>2005-04-04T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T16:55:16.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired Monday</title><summary type='text'>So this weekend I went to bed at 3am both Friday and Saturday nights.  Different reasons...both completely voluntary.  But now I am completely drained.  Don't know how I'll make it thought these next few days...I haven't even been watching tv.  I'm running out of tape space.Ok...so I have a question.  Why couldn't they have just sent one letter?  It would have gone something like....Dear Peyton,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111264811635254713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111264811635254713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111264811635254713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111264811635254713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/04/tired-monday.html' title='Tired Monday'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111239981668511603</id><published>2005-04-01T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T18:56:56.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Onward and Upward</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to start with that quote from the final installment in the Chronicles of Narnia to continue my comments on change.  So today at work we had small discussions about this upcoming change...and then each group shared their thoughts with the rest of the company.  I did not participate in the discussions.  (What I was doing will be revealed later.) Each group formulated three things they're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111239981668511603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111239981668511603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111239981668511603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111239981668511603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/04/onward-and-upward.html' title='Onward and Upward'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111236882121958306</id><published>2005-04-01T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T10:20:21.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Songs &amp; Change</title><summary type='text'>So a few days ago I was listening to a CD made for me back in high school.  And suddenly I remembered that I had thought for quite some time "If I could only listen to three songs for the rest of my life, it would be these."  I couldn't remember all 3.  I guess that is how much I love them.  It wasn't until last night as I was traveling home that I remembered the last one.  Ready?  Just remember </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111236882121958306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111236882121958306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111236882121958306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111236882121958306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/04/three-songs-change.html' title='Three Songs &amp; Change'/><author><name>peyton</name><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-3238023.post-111229757443984854</id><published>2005-03-31T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T14:32:54.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky Was Rich!</title><summary type='text'>With color, that is.After an amazingly gorgeous day yesterday, I traveled home a little later than usual.  After getting off the T, I had to stop in the middle of the tracks (it was safe, dont worry) and stare at the sky.  I had glanced at it as I walked, but it was amazing enough to deserve me standing there with an open-mouthed stare.  I was in awe of the richness of the colors.  It was about 6</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111229757443984854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111229757443984854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111229757443984854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111229757443984854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/03/sky-was-rich.html' title='The Sky Was Rich!'/><author><name>peyton</name><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-3238023.post-111202307605227014</id><published>2005-03-28T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T10:17:56.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"a lonely girl" no more</title><summary type='text'>My friends know that I respond to any/everything.  If a comment is made to me jokingly, with sarcasm, and not meant to be taken seriously at all, I will still respond as if it were real.  I guess this habit/trait of mine can be annoying.  Others are shocked that I would take them seriously when they obviously meant to joke.  But you see, it's not something I do on purpose.  It's just who I am.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111202307605227014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111202307605227014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111202307605227014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111202307605227014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/03/lonely-girl-no-more.html' title='&quot;a lonely girl&quot; no more'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111161368738122138</id><published>2005-03-23T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T16:34:47.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Lebon Please</title><summary type='text'>So yeah...still sick.  Stuffy head, runny nose; you name it, I got it.  The latest development is that my ears randomly pop.  So basically, it has not been a fun day.  I'm only surprised that my trash can has not yet overflowed from tissues.So looks like I'll actually have a computer soon!  No more "I only have internet access M - F during the day."  No more missing out on away messages.  No more</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111161368738122138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111161368738122138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111161368738122138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111161368738122138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/03/more-lebon-please.html' title='More Lebon Please'/><author><name>peyton</name><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-3238023.post-111150576642050220</id><published>2005-03-22T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T10:36:06.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lebon ad Hodey</title><summary type='text'>So I'm starting to feel sick!  My eyes constantly feel like they're about to start crying.  Nothing is wrong emotionally...it's just that my body is weak.  I woke this morning with a sore throat.  I thought it was just because of a draft...didn't start feeling worse than that until I got in to work.  I still have the sore throat and feel very detached from the world.  My head is surrounded by a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111150576642050220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111150576642050220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111150576642050220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111150576642050220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/03/lebon-ad-hodey.html' title='Lebon ad Hodey'/><author><name>peyton</name><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-3238023.post-111144147289138344</id><published>2005-03-21T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T16:44:32.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Comment!</title><summary type='text'>So I was so excited to receive a comment!  Someone I don't know was reading the blog and cared enough to write something!  The second that it took to open the email notifying me of this momentous occasion was too long.  And then the comment was two words long: "What's bulbus?" Oh man were my spirits crushed!  That is all that someone cares about after reading my post?  I am failing at this, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111144147289138344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111144147289138344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111144147289138344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111144147289138344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-first-comment.html' title='My First Comment!'/><author><name>peyton</name><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-3238023.post-111117799445045153</id><published>2005-03-18T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T15:33:14.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gerbil Elevator and Bulbus Chins</title><summary type='text'>So the other day I got into the elevator as I was leaving work.  I was struck with a sudden thought that it smelled like gerbils!  I was perplexed and had no idea why the elevator would smell like a gerbil.  Did someone bring thier child and pet into work?  It took a few seconds for me to realize that it actually smelled like sawdust, and that was most likely from the construction on the floor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111117799445045153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111117799445045153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111117799445045153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111117799445045153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/03/gerbil-elevator-and-bulbus-chins.html' title='The Gerbil Elevator and Bulbus Chins'/><author><name>peyton</name><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-3238023.post-111107896863868809</id><published>2005-03-17T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T12:02:48.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Rock Star!</title><summary type='text'>So I've shared a few anecdotes from the people at work...and here's some more.I've noticed that the "Thank You" of choice is some phrase involving the words "Rock Star".  On several occasions I've been told "You're a Rock Star!  Thank you!" by one person.  I thought this was just something she said.  Then today, after doing a routine fax for someone, he told me "Awesome...Rock Star quality!"  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111107896863868809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111107896863868809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111107896863868809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111107896863868809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-rock-star.html' title='I&apos;m a Rock Star!'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111100306068266787</id><published>2005-03-16T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T14:57:40.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nice Ones</title><summary type='text'>So I'll start now on something I mentioned yesterday...I have been temping for about a year (with a month and a half vacation/hiatus right in the middle).  During this time I worked mostly in professional offices.  Some assignments were just for one day...because a receptionist called in sick, they needed help with a project...others were a little longer.  Last summer I worked at an investment </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111100306068266787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111100306068266787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111100306068266787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111100306068266787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/03/nice-ones.html' title='The Nice Ones'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111092470521738110</id><published>2005-03-15T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T17:14:55.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reignited!</title><summary type='text'>I want to learn how to sew!  I want to make my own clothes!  Not all of them,  of course, but some.I first wanted to do this when my mother and I began talking about going on a cruise (about 8 or 9 years ago). I wanted a casual dress or two and hadn't seen anything in a store that I liked. Just a simple sleevess dress. Nothing fancy.I want this!  I've been on this sewing patterns website. So many</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111092470521738110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111092470521738110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111092470521738110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111092470521738110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/03/reignited.html' title='Reignited!'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111091043130856913</id><published>2005-03-15T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T13:13:51.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In search of something better...</title><summary type='text'>So lately things have been popping into my head that I really want to write about.  You'll get those soon....the Gerbil Elevator and The Nice Ones.  Unfortunately, today is not the day for them.  I don't feel it.  I just don't.I've been looking online for an apartment simply because I'm bored and would like to prepare myself for September.  I don't know where I'll be.  I could possibly be in NYC.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111091043130856913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111091043130856913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111091043130856913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111091043130856913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-search-of-something-better.html' title='In search of something better...'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111083051337809813</id><published>2005-03-14T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T15:01:53.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Hair Day, You Mock Me!</title><summary type='text'>So it's been forever since I last had a haircut.  I don't have a normal place that I go to...I just go wherever whenever I need one.  My last one was last April, I'm pretty sure.My problem is that once I decide that I want a haircut, I get busy.  Then when I have an opportunity, I look in the mirror and say, "But today's a good hair day!"  It doesn't take much....just as long as it's not a bad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111083051337809813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111083051337809813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111083051337809813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111083051337809813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-hair-day-you-mock-me.html' title='Good Hair Day, You Mock Me!'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111056705806828152</id><published>2005-03-11T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T13:50:58.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness</title><summary type='text'>No, I'm not referring to myself!Yesterday I was approaching a rotating door at the same time as this guy. Nobody was in the door, but it was moving at a good pace. He managed to get in and get half of the way around before it lost most of it's steam. At that point, it slowed waaay down. Did this guy push the door after noticing how slow it was suddenly going? Of course not! He continued standing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111056705806828152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111056705806828152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111056705806828152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111056705806828152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/03/laziness.html' title='Laziness'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111030757378750198</id><published>2005-03-08T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T13:46:13.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know</title><summary type='text'>I don't know what today is.  I can't seem to focus on anything.  I am bored, but seem to be avoiding finding anything to actually ease this boredom.  My desk is growing more and more cluttered as the day goes on, but it's as if I can't think of a place to put the three highlighters that are sitting in front of me.  It would be easy enough to pick them up and put them in a drawer, but that just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111030757378750198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111030757378750198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111030757378750198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111030757378750198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-111022838771485011</id><published>2005-03-07T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T15:46:27.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T. Dudy and a Dancing CEO</title><summary type='text'>So this weekend was amazing.After leaving work at 1:30 and heading home to relax, pack, and relax some more, I went to rehearsal.  We were on the road at 8:30, but proceeded to get ourselves lost while still close to Boston.  I still maintain that I (the navigator) was not at fault for this.  We entered Route 2, followed it for a while, and then lost it.  There was a sign saying to take a right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/111022838771485011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=111022838771485011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111022838771485011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/111022838771485011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/03/t-dudy-and-dancing-ceo.html' title='T. Dudy and a Dancing CEO'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-110995834287736222</id><published>2005-03-04T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T12:45:42.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vermont Excitement!</title><summary type='text'>So this is by far the most quiet Friday at work that I have ever had.  Normally Fridays are our crazy days...but not this one.  Most people decided not to come in to the office, but to either work from home or just not work and then head up straight to Vermont.  So I've been sitting here for the past few hours with not much at all to do.  It's nice. So this weekend we are headed to the Equinox.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110995834287736222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110995834287736222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110995834287736222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110995834287736222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/03/vermont-excitement.html' title='Vermont Excitement!'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-110987689469269818</id><published>2005-03-03T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T14:08:14.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind</title><summary type='text'>So lately my life is a whirlwind!After finally getting together with the necessary people, I officially accepted the job offer.  Benefits, good.  Salary, great!  Would I like to go to Vermont this weekend, sure! So I arranged with a friend of mine to go to Vermont.  It's the company's Winter Weekend Outing.  Basically, a free weekend away.  I think it's rather snazzy.  I love this company!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110987689469269818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110987689469269818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110987689469269818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110987689469269818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/03/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-110978547300369146</id><published>2005-03-02T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T14:51:48.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swirly Carpet</title><summary type='text'>So yesterday I decided to look for more graduate programs. I'm quite smart looking for grad school for the Fall in March! Anyhow, i found a certificate program at a nearby school that will be a great back-up! I also found that Harvard has a program...but it works a little different than the others. I'll hope for one of the first two...then maybe consider the certificate...then Harvard. Doors do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110978547300369146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110978547300369146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110978547300369146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110978547300369146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/03/swirly-carpet.html' title='Swirly Carpet'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-110969021392978334</id><published>2005-03-01T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T10:16:53.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Etcetera Etcetera</title><summary type='text'>Ok...so it is almost 10am.  I have hit the snooze and laid in bed for longer than usual, got up and got ready at a leisurely pace, managed to make it to the T stop just as a T was pulling in, made it in to work quite on time, all after a snow storm hit last night!  It's actually still going.  On my walk in (part of that lovely Bank route...past the Library), had to dodge the amazingly powerful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110969021392978334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110969021392978334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110969021392978334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110969021392978334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/03/etcetera-etcetera.html' title='Etcetera Etcetera'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-110962474368956527</id><published>2005-02-28T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T16:05:43.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the bank!</title><summary type='text'>So it's the little things that make me happy.One thing that I enjoy at my job is the trips to Citizens Bank.  It's a short walk through the mall, then a short walk outside (not too pleasant in the rain...but it's not usually too urgent, so I postpone if it's raining).  I get to walk past fancy stores, through a fancy hotel, right by a waterfall, past the Public Library, and along a park.  It's a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110962474368956527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110962474368956527' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110962474368956527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110962474368956527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-love-bank.html' title='I love the bank!'/><author><name>peyton</name><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-3238023.post-110936162961728948</id><published>2005-02-25T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T15:00:29.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Unoriginal</title><summary type='text'>Ok...so I think it's time to put down all the songs that have been a big part of my thoughts this past week.  As you may or may have not known, I've been going through an emotional rollercoaster.  It's not unusual to have songs get stuck in my head...but this week's have been particularly appropriate.   "How Do I Live" by Trisha Yearwood        I tried looking up lyrics and posting just some of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110936162961728948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110936162961728948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110936162961728948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110936162961728948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/02/totally-unoriginal.html' title='Totally Unoriginal'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-110935778642470519</id><published>2005-02-25T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T13:56:26.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 shoes in one day</title><summary type='text'>Hokay, so.  :)Nothing can possibly live up to Wednesday's wonderfulness, but the amazingness of it all has carried over and still has me walking on air.  Yesterday I went to dinner with some friends...nothing like a plate full of Mexican food for about $3!  I love Thursdays.  Of course before meeting them, I browsed through the mall for a while and realized that this will be my "home" for at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110935778642470519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110935778642470519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110935778642470519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110935778642470519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/02/6-shoes-in-one-day.html' title='6 shoes in one day'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-110925578467883876</id><published>2005-02-24T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T09:36:24.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Red Letter"est Day!</title><summary type='text'>So yesterday continued in the same fashion it was going in the early morning.The big excitement was a job offer!  The place that I've been at for 4 months now temping offered me the position full-time.  I was very happy to accept it.  I was so stunned...they'd been interviewing other people for the job and I was sure they'd found the person they wanted to hire.  Boy was I surprised! I bought a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110925578467883876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110925578467883876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110925578467883876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110925578467883876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/02/red-letterest-day.html' title='&quot;Red Letter&quot;est Day!'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-110916987963540797</id><published>2005-02-23T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T09:44:39.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red-Letter Day</title><summary type='text'>So today is a good day. After the snooze buzzed me out of bed, I went into the bathroom before someone else claimed it and was absolutely amazed by what I saw!  I actually had to inspect it before I would believe it!  Someone had wiped the area around the sink dry.  Normally the splashes and drips are left there and drive me crazy.  This morning, however, I could tell that there had recently been</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110916987963540797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110916987963540797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110916987963540797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110916987963540797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/02/red-letter-day.html' title='Red-Letter Day'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-110858007533607763</id><published>2005-02-16T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T13:54:35.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As I go into a food coma...</title><summary type='text'>I sit here at my desk almost mid-afternoon.  We just celebrated a 30th birthday.  Ordered waaay too much food from CPK.  Tons of salad and pizza.  Then the huge cake and all the ice cream that hurt my arms as I carried it over from Shaw's.  (Seriously...if carrying cake and ice cream makes my arms ache, I'm way too weak.)So we had a good crowd for a Wednesday.  They didn't eat as much as they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110858007533607763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110858007533607763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110858007533607763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110858007533607763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/02/as-i-go-into-food-coma.html' title='As I go into a food coma...'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-110842010910037770</id><published>2005-02-14T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T17:28:29.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frazzled</title><summary type='text'>So I'm a little bit more tired than usual today.  I'm normally tired because I require more sleep than I can possibly get.  This weekend, however, I did not get as much as I normally do.  I went on the Undergrad Retreat...so I was quite busy cooking and cleaning in the kitchen for the whole time.  A bit physically exhausting, but definitely worth it.It wouldn't be so much except that I'm so busy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110842010910037770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110842010910037770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110842010910037770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110842010910037770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/02/frazzled.html' title='Frazzled'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-110814785621251843</id><published>2005-02-11T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T13:50:56.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Up</title><summary type='text'>Burn Update:My blister is no longer a blister.  It is now a multi-colored scar.  It is the typical red surrounding an elongated white section.  In the middle is the hole where the "tissue fluid" escaped.  Yes, it looks rather disgusting.  I've had scars before...but mostly on my knees.  Those are easy to cover up and much less out-in-the-open.  This one's just right out there...for anyone and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110814785621251843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110814785621251843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110814785621251843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110814785621251843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/02/opening-up.html' title='Opening Up'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-110806749235519099</id><published>2005-02-10T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T15:31:32.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so brilliant!</title><summary type='text'>When I burned myself on the toaster oven, as described in Monday's post, I first thought that I"d never burned myself before.After a few minutes of marveling over how I'd gone through 20 years of life without managing to do this, I disappointed myself. When I was younger (probably 8-10 ish), I was always hanging out with the girl who lived 2 houses up the street from me.  We were always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110806749235519099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110806749235519099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110806749235519099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110806749235519099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-am-so-brilliant.html' title='I am so brilliant!'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-110797778115508765</id><published>2005-02-09T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T14:36:21.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that stuff on my forehead?</title><summary type='text'>So far I've only been asked that question once.  Then again, it's been a little less than an hour since Mass ended.  So of course, they're ashes!  It's Ash Wednesday!I am very much looking forward to this Lent...especially since I totally failed Lent last year!  I didn't actually "fail"...I know that's impossible.  But I did not continue any of my Lenten resolutions even halfway through Lent.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110797778115508765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110797778115508765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110797778115508765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110797778115508765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/02/whats-that-stuff-on-my-forehead.html' title='What&apos;s that stuff on my forehead?'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-110788325682494204</id><published>2005-02-08T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T12:20:56.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scorching Incident</title><summary type='text'>So yesterday my brilliant plan was to make a sandwich to bring into work.  At lunchtime, I'd heat it up in the toaster oven.  There it is...simple brilliance!  A delicious toasted sandwich...with everything that I like (and nothing I don't.)  Plus, I couldn't beat the price...free!  Not actually free because I'd already bought the stuff.  But the stuff was just sitting there at home not being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110788325682494204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110788325682494204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110788325682494204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110788325682494204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/02/scorching-incident.html' title='The Scorching Incident'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-110778855299708280</id><published>2005-02-07T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T10:02:32.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream</title><summary type='text'>I did not sleep well at all last night.  That could be partially because I woke up at 1pm and tried to go to sleep at 10:30.  I only went to bed because I felt tired.  I tossed and turned for quite a while.  I turned off the hallway light.  I even tried listening to music via headphones very softly to dampen the noise of the helicopters overhead.  The sleeplessness could have been partially </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110778855299708280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110778855299708280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110778855299708280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110778855299708280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/02/dream.html' title='The Dream'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-110744127754361842</id><published>2005-02-03T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T09:34:37.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing like the smell of fried chicken in the morning...</title><summary type='text'>So I've pretty much always had a hyper-sensitive sense of smell...despite the fact that throughout most of my life I was unable to breathe through my nose.  Somehow my allergies did not stop me from smelling my surroundings.  This can be bad...I'm the first to smell a skunk when we're driving down the road and dinner always smells SO good, and I smell it before others do!I've also been known to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110744127754361842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110744127754361842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110744127754361842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110744127754361842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothing-like-smell-of-fried-chicken-in.html' title='Nothing like the smell of fried chicken in the morning...'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-110728626527533622</id><published>2005-02-01T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T14:31:05.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I do my best thinking on the toilet...</title><summary type='text'>So along with kitchen revelations and near-death experiences, I've had some good moments in the bathroom.  I seem to be incapable of thinking in a living room.  Why is my bedroom suddenly a place for me to be boring?  You won't find me complaining...I enjoy the bathroom.  When I first went away to school, I would look forward to visiting home for many reasons.  Two of them were 1) sitting on a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110728626527533622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110728626527533622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110728626527533622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110728626527533622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-do-my-best-thinking-on-toilet.html' title='I do my best thinking on the toilet...'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-110718895920892283</id><published>2005-01-31T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T11:29:19.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Encounters of the Sharp Kind</title><summary type='text'>Good Morning!  It's a quiet Monday in Copley.  I'm very happy to see no snow falling and the stuff on the ground slowly moving out of the sidewalks.  I was also happy to board the first T that came to my station this morning.  Friday's AM experience of a 20 minute wait, two full Ts and then walking to work was not too enjoyable.  The day could only go up from there...and it did!The story I'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110718895920892283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110718895920892283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110718895920892283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110718895920892283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/01/close-encounters-of-sharp-kind.html' title='Close Encounters of the Sharp Kind'/><author><name>peyton</name><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-3238023.post-110692505790354745</id><published>2005-01-28T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T10:10:57.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Invasion of the Spaghetti Eaters</title><summary type='text'>So I've mentioned my boyfriend.   He's wonderful.  He just visited from Italy for a few days...some of the coldest and during the biggest snowstorm.  Some might call that bad timing, but I know it's Perfect timing.   There was a reason he visited then...I don't know what it is...might never know.  But I receive comfort knowing that it was right. When he left back in December it took me a few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110692505790354745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110692505790354745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110692505790354745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110692505790354745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/01/invasion-of-spaghetti-eaters.html' title='Invasion of the Spaghetti Eaters'/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-110684514314841902</id><published>2005-01-27T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T11:59:03.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Overusage of "Wow"So apparently 3 of my last 5 entries have started with the word "Wow".  Isn't my vocabulary larger than "Wow"?  I understand that it may be appropriate and it does communicate a lot of me...moving on.So I'm at work and I was just in the kitchen (eating a small Reese's peanut butter cup) while restocking the fridge and food baskets when this grand idea hit me.  A while ago</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110684514314841902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110684514314841902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110684514314841902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110684514314841902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-overusage-of-wow-so-apparently-3-of.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-110547135483546379</id><published>2005-01-11T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T14:22:34.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow.  This might possibly be the longest someone has gone between posts.  Most people after leaving it alone for this long would have just given up on it and never come back.   But I'm not exactly "most people."  So...hi.  I'm back.   Maybe I should explain my reason for returning.   Ever since the summer, I've been reading this blog almost daily... This fish needs a bicycle.  It's become really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/110547135483546379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=110547135483546379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110547135483546379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/110547135483546379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2005/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-106869470328417831</id><published>2003-11-12T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T22:38:20.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow.  a little less than a year since i've last written (typed) anything in here.  i've come a long way since then.  looking through my last entry, i see that one thing hasn't changed (kinda).  i'm taking another anatomy course!  this time it's gross human anatomy!  my favorite course!  it's amazing...yes, we look at real cadavers.  :)  just to let you know, i'm also taking animal behavior, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/106869470328417831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=106869470328417831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/106869470328417831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/106869470328417831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2003/11/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-85035365</id><published>2002-11-24T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T22:30:33.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok...so it's practically thanksgiving and last time i wrote was in the first WEEK of classes!  i am SO sorry for slacking off and not writing.  this used to be my release...i would write to let out whatever was bothering me...whatever was good...whatever was going on with me.  actually...thinking about it...i used to always write when i was feeling down.  and i've done a lot better this year...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/85035365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=85035365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/85035365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/85035365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-81333499</id><published>2002-09-08T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-08T20:51:27.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well classes have begun and everything is back to normal.  actually...my life is going rather well.  i moved up to boston over a week before most returning students did.  although my days and most of my nights were occupied with work-related activities, i enjoyed my time!  i met lots of new people and was so happy to be out of the tiny house and backin the city where i can go places if i want to.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/81333499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=81333499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/81333499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/81333499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/09/well-classes-have-begun-and-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-80460946</id><published>2002-08-20T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T00:24:05.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOW...I'm really really horrible at keeping this thing updated.  I can sorta blame it on being on vacation for over a month...and not having frequent computer access all the time...but not really.  So after Carson finished school, we moved.  Moved to Westport, MA.  It's a small town, about 13,000 people.  THAT is a small town up here...it's 10 times the size of where I used to live!  Anyhow...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/80460946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=80460946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/80460946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/80460946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-77879891</id><published>2002-06-18T02:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-18T02:45:26.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well it's been a while...but i figured why type on and on when nothing happens?  i mean it!  nothing happens!  here's a typical weekday for me: wake up around 10:30, watch tv until 3pm when carson gets home.  i'd usually turn off the tv then.  sometimes i'd get online or read or something.  tv goes back on at 4:30 until 5:30 when mom gets home.  and hopefully we're not going out...so i can stay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/77879891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=77879891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/77879891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/77879891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/06/well-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-76945903</id><published>2002-05-24T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-24T22:11:34.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok...so i moved out of my dorm.  slept 14.5 hours.  worked a lot.  unknowingly moved out as a red sox game was getting out.  so you can just imagine how many other people were also trying to fit into the kenmore T-stop.  but i made it to south station with more than enough time...plenty to have a pretzel even. :)  and so i came home...got to sleep in a real bed.  no more plastic mattresses until </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/76945903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=76945903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/76945903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/76945903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/05/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-76684100</id><published>2002-05-18T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-18T00:19:16.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i dont really have too much to ramble about.  and im not on the verge of a nervous breakdown or anything.  and i'm not floating on cloud nine.  i just figured i'd write one last blog before i pack up my computer.  it feels like i'm going to be without a computer for ever!  (although i'll have my mom's sunday night when i get home)  i'll have to go all tomorrow!  and no tv.  i'll have to read</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/76684100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=76684100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/76684100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/76684100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/05/well-i-dont-really-have-too-much-to.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-76643851</id><published>2002-05-16T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-16T23:32:32.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont know why i write in this.  what do i hope to accomplish?  i dont know...sometimes i enjoy doing this...and sometimes (often) i write about stuff that's making me sad or upset...and then i get more upset.  i'm definitely someone who likes to let out her emotions...so i guess this serves that purpose.  i dont know.  i decided to write tonight to say something.  (duh!)  although this most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/76643851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=76643851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/76643851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/76643851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/05/i-dont-know-why-i-write-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-76433273</id><published>2002-05-11T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-11T13:11:36.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it's about 1pm on a Saturday and I'm sitting in my pajamas in my room.  I have another hour until my last final starts.  Why am I not studying?  because you know how it is sometimes before a test when you try looking over the material, but you just can't because you remember just seeing it?  well that's how i am now.  i started studying thursday after lunch.  and i studied yesterday a bit...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/76433273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=76433273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/76433273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/76433273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/05/so-its-about-1pm-on-saturday-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-76386127</id><published>2002-05-10T01:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-10T01:45:34.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know the worst part about school?  nope, not tests or classes or horrible professors.  leaving.  after at least a year of being around certain people, you have to go away for a few months.  i know...'what's a few months?'...but it feels like forever!  the people you've depended on all year...the people you could watch movies with or just go and sit in the cafeteria with.  the ones who have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/76386127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=76386127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/76386127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/76386127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/05/you-know-worst-part-about-school-nope.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-76294190</id><published>2002-05-08T01:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-08T01:31:15.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah...so i had my first final today.  then i worked for 4 hours...came home.  i know i should have studied spanish...but of course i didn't.  i slept...and watched television. :)  i'll meet with a study group for spanish tomorrow...nothing like last minute, huh?  oh well...we'll have all day tomorrow.  and after spanish on thursday i'll get started on psych and everything will be fine.  ok...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/76294190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=76294190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/76294190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/76294190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/05/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-76238795</id><published>2002-05-06T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-06T19:29:30.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok...so my birthday.  i woke up in the morning cause i had to pack...i kept trying to pack...and i though i was getting a lot done, but of course things are never as I think they are.  but it threw away a lot of stuff! :)  and i packed less than one box.  but i set aside lots of winter clothes to go home.  so my mom, aunt, and brother came up.  my mother is excellent at packing...and she filled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/76238795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=76238795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/76238795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/76238795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/05/ok_06.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-76144095</id><published>2002-05-04T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-04T00:17:10.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dinner was good.  the food was excellent and there was SO much of it!  so i have more sitting in my fridge. :)  i'm tempted to eat the cannoli in there too...but i'm saving that for someone.  if she doesn't claim it by sunday i think i'll eat it.  until then, however, i'll have to settle for the massive amounts of other food i have in my room.  why is it that i'm always hungry and want to eat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/76144095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=76144095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/76144095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/76144095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/05/dinner-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-76127529</id><published>2002-05-03T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-03T14:35:20.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah, so once again it's been WAY too long between posts, but that's just something we're all going to have to live with.  today felt like a true monday.  wednesday (which was a horrible good day) felt like friday because it was the last day of classes and i went out at night.  yesterday, thursday, felt like a saturday.  i didn't have any classes OR work...i went to the museum of science with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/76127529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=76127529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/76127529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/76127529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/05/yeah-so-once-again-its-been-way-too.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-75781572</id><published>2002-04-24T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-24T17:08:38.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh wait....i forgot to say something!  i was just talking about how great it is to know i dont have to leave the dorm....  well, yeah. :)  when i came home earlier, i changed into my pajamas!  it makes me SO happy to do that.  to be in my tinkerbell pants at 3pm on a wednesday!  *sigh* life is great.  go out there and enjoy it while you still can!  i realized we should really be sure to do things</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/75781572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=75781572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/75781572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/75781572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/04/oh-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-75781256</id><published>2002-04-24T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-24T16:59:49.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok...i guess there's not too much to post, but i always come up with something.  ok...so how did today go?  not too bad.  i was planning to wake up a little early so i could go over the stuff for my spanish presentation, but when the alarm went off at 8:30, i didn't feel like getting up.  so i reset it for 9:15, figured i'd let myself sleep in a little.  so i laid back down...and got up when the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/75781256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=75781256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/75781256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/75781256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-75714940</id><published>2002-04-23T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-23T00:29:20.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>despite giving blood and getting rained on, today was rather awesome.  i'm not a massochist or anything, but i kinda like it when they have to take some blood out of your finger.  my finger doesn't normally throb like that...so it's kinda neat.  haha...you must be laughing at me, i'm kinda laughing at myself, so i dont know.  *shrug*  i wont worry about why, i'll just accept the fact that i'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/75714940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=75714940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/75714940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/75714940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/04/despite-giving-blood-and-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-75674597</id><published>2002-04-22T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-22T00:49:42.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've just decided something: i've been sad for way too long!  i know my blogs must have been super-depressing for a while there.  sorry, i type what i feel and that's all ive been feeling while writing this.  Sometimes i just really wished i were someone else or could just disappear and go somewhere else and not have anything to do with anyone.  and i would have been happy with that!  to go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/75674597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=75674597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/75674597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/75674597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/04/ive-just-decided-something-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-75651439</id><published>2002-04-21T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-21T11:59:45.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night i went to bed happy for the first time in SO long.  it's been at least a few weeks...probably a month or two.  all thanks to a good friend.  thank you.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/75651439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=75651439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/75651439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/75651439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/04/last-night-i-went-to-bed-happy-for.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-75536181</id><published>2002-04-18T01:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-18T01:24:49.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so today turned out not so bad.  we got the plane tickets for niagra falls!!! :)  "don't stop thinking about tomorrow" by fleetwood mac is an AWESOME song. :)  sorry...just felt a need to download it and listen to it.  it's a great song and quite inspirational. :)  so...about niagra falls.  we booked the tickets for the exact flights we'd planned on...got them at the right price...all three of us</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/75536181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=75536181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/75536181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/75536181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/04/so-today-turned-out-not-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-75529294</id><published>2002-04-17T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-17T22:06:36.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was a gorgeous day!  a bit warm, but gorgeous nonetheless.  unfortunately today was a monday schedule, so that screwed up my entire week.  going from saturday to sunday to sunday to tuesday to monday to thursday to friday.  a very very strange week.  ohh...like i was saying, it was WARM today!  and guess what?...I WORE A SKIRT!  :)  i haven't worn a skirt to class the entire time i've been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/75529294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=75529294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/75529294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/75529294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/04/today-was-gorgeous-day-bit-warm-but.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-75448005</id><published>2002-04-15T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-15T22:44:48.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok...i guess it's about time for me to tell about all the good stuff that's happened in my life.  yes, although my life sometimes seems like it's absolutely horrendous, it's bearable at other times. :)  just kidding...my life's not that bad...especially with all the news i got last week!  ok...so here it is in a nutshell.  i've decided i'll be staying at school a week late (to work and help with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/75448005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=75448005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/75448005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/75448005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/04/ok_15.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-75308934</id><published>2002-04-11T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T22:23:09.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and this is yet another time when i really SHOULDN'T be writing!  what else should i be doing?  let me see....revising my paper, integrating this stupid source about hats as symbolism in the book (my topic is NOT about hats, so it'll be a stretch to fit it in).  and of course we all know how incompetent i am when it comes to writing papers.  well, i always think they suck.  my teacher last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/75308934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=75308934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/75308934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/75308934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/04/and-this-is-yet-another-time-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-75148648</id><published>2002-04-07T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T19:16:12.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got this blogger thing so i could write when i'm bored...or when stuff actually happens to me...but i always write when i have work to do.  i should be doing spanish homework, genetics homework, or reading for english.  of course i'm doing none of the above.  oh yeah...i should really be ready psych for my test on tuesday.  you know how it is when you just feel so completely unmotivated?  yeah.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/75148648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=75148648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/75148648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/75148648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/04/i-got-this-blogger-thing-so-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-11320360</id><published>2002-03-31T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-31T17:59:50.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well of course i always pick the WORST times to write in this!  for example, right now i have this psych presentation on friday (which i'm having the WORST luck with), i haven't looked at my genetics homework due tomorrow, i need to find an article about lolita, i might need to read some of that book too.  and so what have i done today?  i went to church, ate lunch, watched friends, laid down, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/11320360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=11320360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/11320360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/11320360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/03/well-of-course-i-always-pick-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-10912498</id><published>2002-03-19T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-19T19:47:48.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, not too much has been going on.  i've just been trying to get my mind off joe, which surprisingly hasn't been that difficult.  Today was tuesday...my LOOOONG day.  9-6.  i dont like tuesdays very much!  but today wasn't too bad...i spent six hours at work.  work gets boring when there's nothing to do...but we've had all this crazy paperwork to do, so i stayed busy the entire time.  and on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/10912498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=10912498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/10912498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/10912498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/03/well-not-too-much-has-been-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-10871359</id><published>2002-03-18T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T16:48:06.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i really dont think i have much to say.  it's monday.  it's snowing.  i guess snow should be a normal thing.  but, considering i'm from texas and we've had a mild winter up here...snow is definitely out of the ordinary.  hmm...here's a question: "Am I happy?"  you know, i dont see a reason why i shouldn't be happy...but then again, i dont see a reason to be happy.  so i'm just feeling mediocre, i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/10871359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=10871359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/10871359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/10871359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/03/i-really-dont-think-i-have-much-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-10748007</id><published>2002-03-14T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-14T22:03:34.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHY is every single song, tv show, movie (not to mention quite a few commercials) about ROMANCE!?!??  either someone's married and happy or they're dating or they're just happy!  WHY?  i know that normally i enjoy these things...and i still do, but it makes me a little sad to watch it on tv and realize that's as close as i'm getting to having a relationship!  that's pretty pathetic, huh?  it just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/10748007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=10748007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/10748007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/10748007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/03/why-is-every-single-song-tv-show-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-10707883</id><published>2002-03-13T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-13T17:29:10.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yup yup...everything's 'back to normal'...whatever that means.  spring break was nice.  wednesday i went out with pepere, my grandfather.  friday i went out with aunt marianne.  so, all in all, i enjoyed myself.  i didn't get as much work done as i should have, but i'll get it done eventually. :)  spring break is all about having a break...right?  so that's what i did for the last few days!  so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/10707883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=10707883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/10707883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/10707883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/03/yup-yup.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238023.post-10374624</id><published>2002-03-04T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-04T14:39:07.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i'm home on spring break. :)  just here, sitting at home.  you'd think everything would be going great!  that i'd have baked brownies, read a few chapters, worked out, and done all this stuff i want to do.  but of course i haven't.  i've thought about reading and baking...i've watched annie and taken a shower.  not very productive, i know.  and i'd better get some stuff done early in the week </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/feeds/10374624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3238023&amp;postID=10374624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/10374624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238023/posts/default/10374624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikeybabe.blogspot.com/2002/03/so-im-home-on-spring-break.html' title=''/><author><name>peyton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
