<?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-11410782</id><updated>2011-07-28T11:34:21.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for a change.</title><subtitle type='html'>Trying to deal with a child with Asperger's Syndrome.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>333</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-1129712199330206287</id><published>2011-05-04T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T19:41:27.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don' t care.</title><content type='html'>I've decided if you're a man and you don't belong to me, &amp;nbsp;I don't care if you are upset or angry. &lt;br /&gt;That's just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-1129712199330206287?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1129712199330206287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=1129712199330206287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/1129712199330206287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/1129712199330206287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-don-t-care.html' title='I don&apos; t care.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-8775056123224783747</id><published>2010-08-18T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T23:56:22.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thinking it's time for a change around here.</title><content type='html'>Ok, &amp;nbsp;well I've been dealing with little C for over a year and I'm astonished by how much info about asperger's is out there, &amp;nbsp;but very little of it I find useful, and I thought maybe other people would want to share things that they've tried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off people are ignorant about what an ASD is. &amp;nbsp;You tell them your child has asperger's and that it's on the autism spectrum and they want to know if he can talk and dress himself. &amp;nbsp;I just look at them like they've sprouted another head and they usually get the hint. &amp;nbsp;Though some of them have less tact than Little C does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post here on a more regular basis. &amp;nbsp;If you have a question post it in the comments and I'll see if I can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-8775056123224783747?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8775056123224783747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=8775056123224783747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/8775056123224783747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/8775056123224783747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-thinking-its-time-for-change-around.html' title='I&apos;m thinking it&apos;s time for a change around here.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-8656093084771006119</id><published>2010-04-15T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T22:43:37.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Fuck</title><content type='html'>So,  I've been trying to write again my last endever crapped out.  That means it's time for a rewrite.  Work sucks ass.  I know so what else is new.  Big C is now 15 and Little C is now 12.  Life flies by so fast.  Watching Fringe.  Killing time until Redeye comes on.  That's it for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-8656093084771006119?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8656093084771006119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=8656093084771006119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/8656093084771006119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/8656093084771006119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-fuck.html' title='Well Fuck'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-8243298166597709179</id><published>2009-07-04T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:22:24.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Damn I didn't realize it had been so very long.  Months and months.  Oh well, I'm on vacation in a week then I shall post away.  I guess.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-8243298166597709179?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8243298166597709179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=8243298166597709179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/8243298166597709179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/8243298166597709179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-3127764412119114075</id><published>2009-01-23T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:13:53.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again.</title><content type='html'>Guess what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not dead.  Just very busy.  I've been twittering and on facebook.  Not much else to say.  I'm bored out of my mind.  I'm tired of my job.  Tax money should be here friday.  Then I can start looking for a mini van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-3127764412119114075?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/3127764412119114075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=3127764412119114075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/3127764412119114075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/3127764412119114075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-again.html' title='Hello again.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-8788504249541296743</id><published>2008-10-16T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:00:38.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What did those potatos ever do to you?</title><content type='html'>This is a repost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late there are only a handful of employees on the night shift at United Grocery Hell, UGH for short. A rather large woman enters the store. She's on a mission...a mission from God, or maybe the voices in her head. How the hell should I know? Her destination the swinging double doors in the back of the produce department. Maybe she had a childhood trauma involving a violating vegetable? How the hell should I know? Maybe she didn't get that Mr. PotatoHead doll? How the hell should I know? All I do know is that those poor potatos never hurt anyone, and an innocent young man was traumatized and nearly blinded. He still fears walking through the produce department and seeing the potatos.When we last saw rotund lady with the mission. She was on her way through the doors at the back of the produce department. Meanwhile the Innocentone was doing his job not bothering anyone. Who could have his life would never be the same? The enormous woman entered the doors. What went through her mind when she saw the step ladder and the pallet piled high with the innocent potatos, we will never know. What we do know comes from the Innocentone, after much therapy and drugs. He thought he saw a white apron hovering above the pallet of potatos. Every employee of UGH came running when they heard the screams. "IT' S THE ASS...THE ASS!!" "OH MY GOD, I'M BLIND!!" They found him unconscious on the floor clutching his eyes. Later, he recounted seeing the enormous woman hoisting her 450 pound bulk onto the top of the pallet of potatos. Where she proceeded to releave herself...urinate...pee..let loose the piss of war upon the poor helpless potatos who had never hurt a soul, and damage an innocent young man for the rest of his life.And what you may ask was the reaction of the woman in charge. The woman whose job it was to protect us from the evil pissers, the defilers of vegetables, and the the traumatizers of innocent young men. Did she call the police, you may ask? Did she call the zoo to tranquilize the creature? No, No I tell you she did nothing, but demand the potatos be banished back to wence they came and decree all record of the incident be erased from the record for all time. Also no mention of the inident was to be made.The one in charged declared for all to hear, "SHE COULD HAVE BEEN THE SECRET SHOPPER!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-8788504249541296743?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8788504249541296743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=8788504249541296743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/8788504249541296743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/8788504249541296743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-did-those-potatos-ever-do-to-you.html' title='What did those potatos ever do to you?'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-1053067752504567244</id><published>2008-09-24T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:01:47.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My great vampire novel</title><content type='html'>I decide to post this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PrologStephen came home to a sight that made his blood curdle. The front door of the house that he shared with his wife and four children was ripped off it’s hinges. There was no sign of life. He cautiously entered the house. There on the living room floor pale and lifeless were the twins. Luke and Louis were the light of their parents lives, and now they were gone. Six year old Devon was laying on the floor next to his brothers. All three of their throats had been ripped out. Though in Devon’s case it seemed that he had been slammed repeatedly against the wall. Knowing Devon he had tried to defend his mother and siblings when the attack came. Of his wife Tanya and his seventeen year old daughter Stephanie there was no sign.He had known it was dangerous not to arm his family with the knowledge he had gained about the vampire take over. He had been warned any that didn’t cooperate in his office would not be spared when the end came. He had chosen not to believe the co-workers that shared his friendship would not betray him and his family. Now he knew he was wrong. Tanya had been warned not to invite anyone in. That means it had to be someone that had been a welcomed guest into his home.All Stephen could do now was run. They must know he had started speaking up in the office about the up rising. Up to this point the vampires had been content to stay in the background. Now they wanted the power. The take over was well under way. How could he stop them from completing this? The answer was simple he couldn’t. All he could do now was go underground and try to find out if his wife and daughter were still alive.Before he could leave this house of death behind. Stephen would need a few things. He walked up the stairs cautiously. He was perfectly aware that the vampire assassins could still be in the house waiting for him. The upstairs was well lit. He doubted that he would be ambushed. If only he had come home before dusk. He glanced at his watch. It was 4:30 am, almost dawn. He was safe from the vampires for now. Though he was not safe from the human police.By now all the human police would be in the vampires control. They would have taken over the authorities before they took over any other agency. If he didn’t leave soon he was dead either way. At the top of the stairs was a long hallway that ran the length of the house. On the right side was the twins’ room, then the small upstairs bathroom, and at the end of the hall on the right was Devon’s room. On the left side of the hall was Stephanie’s room and then his and Tanya’s bedroom. It was the master bedroom he was headed for.He was acutely aware of the smell of blood as he entered the bedroom. Try as he might he couldn’t help but look around for the source of the smell. There was blood all over the room. The mirror had a long smear of blood down it’s surface. The smear closely resembled a hand print. He wondered if this was where his wife had died or had they injured her and taken her to one of the donor stations they had started setting up all over the city. "I don’t have time for this." The sound of his own voice startled him. He had a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it. The back of the closet held a large safe behind a false wall. Quickly he dialed the combination of the safe and opened it.Inside the safe were the things they thought they might need in an emergency. Almost an entire record of their life was in this safe. Birth certificates, marriage license, and assorted family pictures. All the accumulated clutter of a life that you wouldn’t want lost in a fire. Stephen was only after a few of these precious things. The first thing he grabbed was a large backpack from the closet shelf. Into this bag went the one hundred thousand dollars in cash that he had stocked away over the last three weeks. Hoping he would never need it. On top of this he placed the hand gun he had purchased last week. Then he placed the bag on the floor and grabbed a duffle bag off the same shelf. In this he placed the ammunition he had bought with the gun. The ammunition was specially made. The bullets had been cleaned with holy water before they were completed and then a small cross was scratched on the end and blessed by a priest. He wasn’t taking any chances.The last thing he packed before leaving the house forever was a family picture that they had taken last month. He could use it to help in his search for the rest of his family. God willing he would find them before something worse happened to them. Stephen closed the safe. He left all the lights on that had been on when he came in. He walked down the stairs and walked over to where the bodies of his youngest children lay. Then and there he made a vow to them. "I will find the blood suckers who did this to you and make them pay." He leaned down and as a single tear slipped down his face he placed a tender kiss on each small cheek. Got up and left the house he had shared with his family forever.Where was his wife and daughter. He had to find them, but he was no use to them dead. First he had to disguise himself. He walked to the bus stop. He had left his car behind. He knew part of their plan. He got rid of his wallet and identification. He could get a new one easily in the time of chaos that would soon come. He needed a new hair color first. Not hard to come by right now but soon it would be. He decided to use peroxide which would be easy to come by soon. He proceeded to the drug store to buy supplies. With that task completed he needed a new name. That would have to wait until they set their plan into action. He had nothing but time. He knew in his heart it was already too late to save his wife and daughter from most of the horror that they would encounter. So, he would wait. The scars he inflicted on himself to change his appearance was the hardest part. He could stay hidden until the wounds healed. The homeless where to be the last to be classified. He took his pocket knife from his jacket pocket and in a dark alley ran it from his hair line to his jaw. Using the things he had purchased at the drug store he bandaged his face and proceeded to dirty himself up and look for a shopping cart to collect his belongings.He found himself a nice place in the park and proceeded to be a homeless man of no means. This would also make his cash last longer. He needed to wait the initial panic out. Then he could set his plan into motion. They would regret the fact that they had ever decided to come out of hiding. He knew their weaknesses and their strengths. He would learn more as time went by. Then he would make their lives very interesting indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fall of mankind.In the three years since Stephen had left his home. Life in the world had vastly changed and not for the better. In the beginning, just after he ran, things started happening quickly. The takeover happened in every city and town in the world on December 31, 2005 through January 1, 2006. The one night of the year where people were most likely to be out after the dark in a public place. There for avoiding the having to be invited in thing. It wasn’t a slow or gradual thing. That had been going on for the last two years. They had already subverted the army of every nation in the world. Every public service office had a human servant in it. The local police departments were in the vampires pockets. The good cops and their families were eliminated in a variety of accidents that were never investigated.Small pockets of resistance groups sprung up, and were quickly put down. The Romanian Resistance Movement lasted the longest. They held out for six months. Eventually they too were infiltrated and betrayed by one of their own for the promise of eternal life. The problem is that traitors never realize that the ones they betray their friends to won’t trust them. Everyone knows if you’ll sell out your own friends, you’ll sell out anyone. Traitors there for were sent to a donation center or killed outright along with their entire family. No one can be left to seek revenge. There are still rumors circulating to this day that a few brave souls escaped and are even now plotting revenge on the vampire enemies.When the human herd had been significantly thinned. Then the real work of sorting began. Humans were to be sorted into a few very significant groups. The first and most important was the breeder group. Breeders are the ones even to this day that the vampires will defend with their lives. The breeders insure the vamp. food supply. As long as you have a good population of breeders the other groups can be replaced. All the groups are micro chipped much like pets have been. Breeder chips contain the breeder’s name, sex, designation, and special skills or attributes. It also contains the number of children that have been sired or bred by the individual. Breeders are given the best food and the best medical attention. They also get the best living locations in the cities. Their living accommodations are second only to the vampires themselves.Breeders that give birth to or sire twins are given even better treatment than normal breeders. The vampires are nothing if not envious of breeders in their ability to have children. Not to say that the vampires don’t have the most vicious sexual appetites. The just can not procreate in the same way that they could when they were human. Twins are so important in that one can be made into a vampire and the other can be bred with another identical twin. The vampire set then raise any children of the union as their own.The second group to be sorted was the humans to be sent to the donation centers. Since vampires can only get high or become intoxicated through blood. Several humans were kept addicted to several different drugs. This being the case donors are promptly sterilized upon being assigned as a donor. They usually don’t mind this though. They are given food that they like. They are only forced to donate through the an I. V., and then only at levels that they would in a blood bank in the time before the takeover. The worse thing that could happen to you was if you became pregnant before the sterilization. If it happened before designation it wasn’t a crime, but if it happened after it was crime punishable by death. The child could then be raised by a vampire couple and the donor mother and sire were both executed by feeding. This was witnessed on video screens by the entire donor population of the world.It was widely believed that the vampire doctors occasionally botched a sterilization on purpose. This was actually the case. The non-sterilized couple were often bunked in the same wing of the donor center. There for increasing the odds of an illegal pregnancy. The public feeding vampire being chosen by lottery. The tickets for the lottery were expensive. It is an excellent source of revenue. The city also gets to collect a fee from the vampire couple that adopt the child. Under any other circumstance it is illegal to hunt or kill a human except in self defense. Being creatures of great strength there are rarely any self defense killings. Killing or being caught hunting a human are punishable by death. Except in the case of vampire police hunting renegade humans. The sentence is being bound to a stake with specially reenforced chains, and being left out to wait for the rising sun. This is why the lottery happening fairly regularly is a good thing. The lottery is also held for rebels, a rebel is any human who willfully disobeys a justifiably vampire order.The next group to be sorted is the children. Children are not chipped until their sixteenth birthday. Then they are sorted into the group that they will live with for the rest of their natural lives. It is a crime punishable by disembowelment and being staked out for the sun for a vampire to harm a child in any way. The only exception to this rule is an imperfect child. One that is born or develops a major injury or illness. In such cases the child’s life is mercifully terminated. This is an assurance that the world human population will not rise too high.The last group to be sorted are the outlaws. There are always punished when caught no mater what group they belong to. There are even vampire outlaws that are frequently punished. Death is the only punishment that exists in this bleak future. In order for humanity to survive they have developed a go along to get along attitude. For the most part this works well. Sometimes as in the case of Stephen it doesn’t. This brave new world has lots of different people and creatures in it. All sorted out into neat little categories.The initial takeover took approximately nine hours from December 31, 2005 to January 1,2006. From sunset when the humans were first going out to celebrate New Year’s Eve until just before sunrise on New Year’s Day. The vampires struck in a manner that was unusual for them. They fed, purged, and fed again. The population of the world had to be reduced to a controllable level. Millions of men, women, and children died that night. The few that had stayed home had no idea what had happened until the next morning when some entire towns were empty. The aftermath of the rounding up the others with promises of food and a better living situation took care of the rest. Individuals that had lost their entire families were promptly killed as and example to the others of what would happen if they resisted. In the end the world’s human population was less than one third of what it had been and only two thousand more vampires were created that night.The new vampires were all very beautiful people in life. Mostly lover’s of vampires that had brought them over. A few were seen as perfect and spared to be perfect forever. Of these none was sadder than the only vampire child to be created. He was six years old and the victim of a vampire that thought it was funny to have an eternal child to use for his own sick pleasure. When it was discovered the poor child vampire was quickly put out of his misery, and the vampire that created him was destroyed. The cruelty of the vampire race is legendary. Though nothing is ever said about their sense of justice. This vampire was a vicious pedofile. His death served as an example to all that in this new society that kind of behavior would not be tolerated. The vampire was first shot repeatedly. The point being not to kill him, but to cause him pain. Then he was castrated, disemboweled, and scalped. Then allowed to regenerate and went through it all over again. His punishment lasted for thirty days and then he was staked out for the sunrise.Things had not all been bad. The punishments fit the crime. Sometimes not, but no society is perfect. The small town of Longview, WA fell even before the great killing. It was there for spared the worst of the death and destruction. The mayor Paul Hanou having brokered a deal with the vampires from the start to save as many as possible. Very little changed in this small town. Life went on people reported to be sorted and chipped. Welfare payments stopped as all humans were given all they needed and most of what they wanted in return for using their special skills.The town still underwent it’s own wave of death. The meth problem in this city was getting out of control. Therefore the vampires rounded up and executed seventy-five percent of the meth addicts in the city. Then the humans voluntarily reported to be sorted. Longview remained one of the few cities in the world that remained in control of a few vampires and a largely human panel of advisors. People still went to work it was just different jobs. Donors in Longview were allowed to live with their families. They were still sterilized and everyone was still chipped.The few rebellious humans in this town were instantly killed. The population of this town was cut once again by the execution of all registered sex offenders. There was an unusually high concentration of these. This town was additionally cleansed when the vampires brought in a vampire whose special ability was that she could read minds. She was one of the few rebels that had ever been brought over. Her name was Tanya Devall. She was watched at all times. Her ability had been minor before the change. Hatred of what they had made her allowed her some freedom. The fact that they had killed three of her children before they realized she held a power that could be useful fueled her hatred. What kept her in check was the fact that they had her only remaining child held in another city. Stephanie was still human and there for could still be killed. She did shelter a few precious rebels and turned over a few loyalists for execution. Tanya was guarded at all times but in Longview when the culling was done she could live with her daughter. They would be guarded at all times but they could be together.Being as Tanya was only one of three vampires in existence that could read minds she was always traveling, but she had always loved to have a home. In this small southwest Washington town she could have a home and her child. The culling was done in a mater of days with Tanya there. Every resident was brought into have an audience with her. The registered sex offenders were brought in and she confirmed their crimes and they were taken away for execution. Of those only three were wrongly convicted or wrongly classified. One was the case of a 14 year old girl and a 18 year old boy. The girl had lied about her age. The other two were wrongly convicted rapists. There were almost two hundred that hadn’t been caught. They were also taken away and executed. She also sent the evil to the executioner. The rebels had to be thinned, but not eliminated. In all the culling she saw a ghost.They brought Stephen before her. She couldn’t believe it he was alive. He had scars she had never seen before. He was listed as a breeder migrant named Steve Devon. He couldn’t be a breeder. He had a vasectomy about a month before the night of the take over. He looked at her and the shock registered on his face. He had thought her dead too. She sent him a silent message. "Don’t let on and I’ll protect you. Stephanie is alive and will be in town soon. I Love you." She hoped it worked the only other it had worked with was Stephanie. He blinked and then she heard in her own head. "How? Why? What can I do to save her? Is this why they tried to recruit us?" She only had one reply for him. "I don’t know." She sent him one more thing. "Wait and I will send for you." She proclaimed this one is a fine addition to our little city and to my bed. Prepare him for me.Stephen was taken away to the mistresses house. They had never seen Tanya take a human lover. All the other vampires had taken human lovers. This was a first for her. They all believed that she had finally accepted her existence. Maybe they could trust her a little more. She would be more cheerful if she could take fresh blood once in a while and have sex. They all thought that would make her a little less uptight.That night they brought Stephen to her. He had been cleaned up and shaved. She touched his face and he cringed away from her. She instantly thought "don’t speak think." "How could you let them do this to you." She replied, " I didn’t have a choice." "Where is Stephanie I have to get her safe?" To this she sent back. "As long as I cooperate she is safe." A silent tear slipped down her cheek. He sent her the one question next that sent wracking sobs through her body. "Did the boys get a proper burial?" Her only reply to that was, "Yes." With that he took her in his arms and kissed her. To the vampires watching it looked as if his scared beauty had broken through her guilt over her husband and children’s death. The thought conversation was never heard or suspected. The other vampires did not know that this ability existed. Of all the vampires there had ever been only Tanya and the one’s that she loved could speak to each other using only their minds.Stephen kissed her teasingly then deeper. He ran his tongue slowly up to tease her earlobe. Tanya moaned against his ear. She had already fed so she did not feel the need to take blood from him. This excited him all the more. He trailed his kisses down her neck. Lingering for a moment at the junction of her neck and shoulder. His hand found the hard peak of her nipple. He slowly unbelted her robe and allowed it to fall to the floor. Then his mouth replaced his hand at her breast. Tanya could feel him hard and ready against her belly as he kissed her. She had missed this.He teased the tiny bud with his tongue and teeth. She moaned and that was almost his undoing. He realized he must slow down and make this last. Three years is a long time not to see the woman you loved. He trailed his kisses down her ribs pausing at her navel to dip his tongue briefly. Before continuing down to the center of her womanhood. He leaned her back on the bed. Then eased her long sexy legs apart. It had been so long since he had tasted her. She shuddered as he ran his mouth up the arch of her foot. He took his time kissing the backs of her knees. Working his way up to her thigh. Her moans of pleasure driving in further up those luxurious legs. He found the core of her womanhood hot and wet beneath his tongue. He drank in her scent and basked in her pleasure. He teased the tiny bud with his mouth and teeth as she writhed under him.She couldn’t take it anymore she took his head in her hands as her hips bucked against his mouth. Being careful not to hurt him she pulled him up to kiss him. The taste of her on his lips excited her all the more. She felt the tip of his quivering member enter her. He entered her slowly and then sped up to a fevered pitch. He controlled himself as best he could. As her body gripped him in the hot wet sheath that was her body. He felt her release and his came shortly after. It was the best time they could remember. He wondered how long could this go on before the reality of what she had become took away the joy of their reunion.He held her until just before dawn. At that time she asked him to go and pick out any room in the house for his daytime retreat. She told him of what he would see if he stayed until dawn and then he laid a gentle kiss on her brow and left to find his own rest.With the coming of the dawn all vampires die. They look like the corpses they are. The longer dead the more mummy like they look. If a vampire cared for their human lovers they never allowed them to stay until the dawn. Some of the vampires that had ended up having to kill their lovers rather than see the look of horror on their faces every time they touched them. The human that could handle that sight was rare. Some that witnessed it went insane. There were always human servants that brought the blood at dusk so that their masters could regenerate. These were special people. Mostly archeologists and human doctors the ones most likely to be able to deal with the sight of a corpse.The next night Tanya puzzled over how to Stephen about their youngest son Daniel. The night that the vampires came and destroyed their lives forever she had just discovered that she was pregnant again. It had only been about a month since Stephen’s vasectomy and they thought that they had taken enough precautions before his surgery, but by some quirk of fate she was about six weeks pregnant on the night of the take over. Tanya had been held until the birth of her child in a breeding camp. By then they knew of her special gift and kept her children as insurance against her betraying them. She was converted into a vampire. For that is what the vampire called it when they made a human into a vampire. The night they came to convert her was the night that Daniel turned six weeks old. She had not seen him for a month after that. They gave all the forced converts time to control their thirst before they reintroduced them to the people they knew in life.Daniel was now about two and a half years old. He was a precocious little boy. He lived and traveled with Stephanie. She never saw her children until she had fed. She never fed on live humans. She always fed from the pool of donor blood. The children never saw her feed, and never would if she had anything to say about it. Stephen came to her about an hour after dusk. They made love.&lt;br /&gt;Then she took a deep breath and proceeded with her tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I have for right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-1053067752504567244?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1053067752504567244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=1053067752504567244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/1053067752504567244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/1053067752504567244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-great-vampire-novel.html' title='My great vampire novel'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-787312175998033412</id><published>2008-06-13T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:38:36.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So, since the last time I posted I've turned the big 35 .  School got out yesterday.  I'm still working.  I'm tired as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-787312175998033412?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/787312175998033412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=787312175998033412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/787312175998033412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/787312175998033412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-5684977903743379655</id><published>2008-05-16T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:11:22.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We' ve had mega meltdown week.</title><content type='html'>First off Little C's only friend moved to California.  This caused a bunch of stress.  Then banquet changed his favorite tv dinner.  Then he spent the last weekend he could have spent with his friend at his fathers house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight sucked royaly for me at work.  We had 5 cold cases go down tonight.  That meant we had to put 15 grocery carts of product in the dairy cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-5684977903743379655?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5684977903743379655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=5684977903743379655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/5684977903743379655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/5684977903743379655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-ve-had-mega-meltdown-week.html' title='We&apos; ve had mega meltdown week.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-97893269741338480</id><published>2008-04-13T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T00:01:36.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonderful world of dandruff.</title><content type='html'>Little C has a new gross habit.  Well lets start at the beginning.  He's been washing his  hair with body wash.  Therefore the boy has a monster case of flakey scalp.  Well at school he's been picking it out and aranging it by size from largest to smallest and then anouncing to the class.  "Have you ever seen a dandruff this big?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're now trying to explain that somethings just don't need to be shared with the class.  This is just one of the many things we are discovering about this wonderful child during our parent teacher meetings with the autism specialist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-97893269741338480?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/97893269741338480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=97893269741338480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/97893269741338480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/97893269741338480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2008/04/wonderful-world-of-dandruff.html' title='The wonderful world of dandruff.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-585322109933462420</id><published>2008-03-25T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:23:09.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life What a Bitch it is.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, once again I find myself bored out of my gourd.  This week has definately been an experience.  The flu has struck me again.  I went to work on friday,  and what should happen.  Yeah you guessed it uncontrolable puking.  Always nice in the food service industry.  The boss told me to go home and puke up my guts so I could come in the next day.  Well I showed her and stayed home and puked most of the day saturday too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm feel creativly impotent.  I still haven't written any more on my great vampire novel.  That could have something to do with the fact that I can't put it on my new computer.  Not vista compatable.  I don't think I could have thought of anything to write anyhow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One of my co-workers  previously refered to as ADA thinks he's going to start a band.  I think he's 19 and too young to realize life doesn't always turn out like we want it to.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let us see.  What else has gone on?  Not a whole hell of a lot.  Little C has gone through two pairs of glasses in the last few months.  I've been trying to play on my computer lately.  Compy, game boy, and lots of books.  I'm bored.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Maybe I'll think of something else soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-585322109933462420?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/585322109933462420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=585322109933462420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/585322109933462420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/585322109933462420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-what-bitch-it-is.html' title='Life What a Bitch it is.....'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-9511101943407204</id><published>2008-01-07T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:31:20.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damnit  Shit Happens again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, not really.  Still dealing with life and shit like that.  Little C still has Asperger's.  Big C is still a teenage boy.  Things are going ok.  All things concidered.  I got a few new games.  One for my pc and one for my gameboy.  Watched "Resident Evil: Extinction".  It was a get you from the last movie to the next movie, movie.  Though I haven't heard anything about another movie.  Though if there isn't one it was a stupid movie.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not much real action.  Too much touchy feely.  A few fight scenes,  like I said a filler movie.  It seems like it was just a way to get Alice on her own and into Japan.  Kinda a "look what I can do" movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We also watched part of "The brothers Solomon".  Yeah,  I made it about 20 minutes into it.  Zevon took it in the bedroom and used it as a sleeping pill.  He finished it and then took a nap.  We did the same thing with "About Schmitt."  He also watched the first DVD of the cartoon "Underdog."   We watched "The Simpsons Movie."  Now I still can't get the spider pig song out of my brain.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In the next few days we'll have more movies.  Some will be ok, and some will totally suck ass.  But those are the breaks when you get like 6 movies a week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's all for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-9511101943407204?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/9511101943407204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=9511101943407204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/9511101943407204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/9511101943407204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2008/01/damnit-shit-happens-again.html' title='Damnit  Shit Happens again.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-1155549036831757019</id><published>2007-12-25T23:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T23:57:53.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah that's my man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://devbook.com/charactercreators/southpark/character/1345053/"&gt;&lt;img border=0 alt="Facebook Development" src="http://devbook.com/apps/fun/southparkchar/imagedata/cached/1/13/134/1345/v1-1345053.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://devbook.com/charactercreators/southpark/"&gt;&lt;img border=0 alt="South Park Character Creator" src="http://devbook.com/charactercreators/southpark/images/createyourown.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTExOTg2NTU4NjQyNTAmcD*5NTEzMSZkPXNvdXRocGFyayZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-1155549036831757019?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1155549036831757019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=1155549036831757019&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/1155549036831757019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/1155549036831757019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/12/yeah-thats-my-man.html' title='Yeah that&apos;s my man'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-7335329318650815042</id><published>2007-12-25T23:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T23:07:08.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah right I wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://devbook.com/charactercreators/southpark/character/1344954/"&gt;&lt;img border=0 alt="Facebook Development" src="http://devbook.com/apps/fun/southparkchar/imagedata/cached/1/13/134/1344/v1-1344954.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://devbook.com/charactercreators/southpark/"&gt;&lt;img border=0 alt="South Park Character Creator" src="http://devbook.com/charactercreators/southpark/images/createyourown.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTExOTg2NTI4MjA*MDYmcD*5NTEzMSZkPXNvdXRocGFyayZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-7335329318650815042?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/7335329318650815042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=7335329318650815042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/7335329318650815042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/7335329318650815042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/12/yeah-right-i-wish.html' title='Yeah right I wish'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-268690912222699647</id><published>2007-12-25T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:49:39.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kids as Southpark Characters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://devbook.com/charactercreators/southpark/character/1344915/"&gt;&lt;img border=0 alt="Facebook Development" src="http://devbook.com/apps/fun/southparkchar/imagedata/cached/1/13/134/1344/v1-1344915.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://devbook.com/charactercreators/southpark/"&gt;&lt;img border=0 alt="South Park Character Creator" src="http://devbook.com/charactercreators/southpark/images/createyourown.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTExOTg2NTE3NzA*MjEmcD*5NTEzMSZkPXNvdXRocGFyayZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-268690912222699647?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/268690912222699647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=268690912222699647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/268690912222699647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/268690912222699647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-kids-as-southpark-characters.html' title='My Kids as Southpark Characters'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-5905229050282744297</id><published>2007-12-25T22:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:41:21.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>South Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://devbook.com/charactercreators/southpark/character/1344894/"&gt;&lt;img border=0 alt="Facebook Development" src="http://devbook.com/apps/fun/southparkchar/imagedata/cached/1/13/134/1344/v1-1344894.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://devbook.com/charactercreators/southpark/"&gt;&lt;img border=0 alt="South Park Character Creator" src="http://devbook.com/charactercreators/southpark/images/createyourown.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTExOTg2NTEyNzI2MDkmcD*5NTEzMSZkPXNvdXRocGFyayZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-5905229050282744297?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5905229050282744297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=5905229050282744297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/5905229050282744297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/5905229050282744297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/12/south-park.html' title='South Park'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-4637578412280405244</id><published>2007-11-29T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:13:23.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 in 150 children...</title><content type='html'>One in one hundred and fifty children are diagnosed with ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorders) That is about one child every 21 minutes. Why is it that we hear so very little about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I tell people that my son has Asperger's Syndrome and they look at me like I'm insane. Then I tell them he has autism and they say "oh," It's about time that people realize that the child that is throwing a tantrum or acting up, is not the fault of bad parenting. They sometimes just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't take him out much even though he is the sweetest most delightful child. When he has a bad moment people are down right rude.I just needed to rant. Thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-4637578412280405244?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4637578412280405244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=4637578412280405244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/4637578412280405244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/4637578412280405244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/11/1-in-150-children.html' title='1 in 150 children...'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-3320119646073510615</id><published>2007-11-14T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T01:40:42.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to be the most educated mommy in this town.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, it's gonna cost me a fortune, but eventually I will have the most well stocked library on Asperger's Syndrome.  I've started my quest to understand my child with Asperger.  I ordered my first book yesterday for my older son.  There is so much out there.  We got the diagnosis last Thursday, and I've been online every night since then trying to find out more.  Basically my brain is going to have a melt down.  I don't think it can hold much more, but I will still try to cram more info in it.  It' s the least a parent can do for there child.  So, wish me luck in my search for knowledge to help this very special little boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-3320119646073510615?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/3320119646073510615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=3320119646073510615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/3320119646073510615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/3320119646073510615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-going-to-be-most-educated-mommy-in.html' title='I&apos;m going to be the most educated mommy in this town.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-3332669859844772118</id><published>2007-10-15T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T23:41:23.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's been awhile since I've posted.  I've had the flu, and been working alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tonight I was watching "Red Eye" on Fox news channel.  Guess what some Dr. has done now.  Most women know that men can't find the G Spot with a map, flash light, and step by step directions.  Now a male Dr. is offering collegen injections to enlarge the G Spot.  After the injection it is the size of a small stack of quarters.  So, you reallize that this man can find it with just a needle.  I don' t know about most women, but why would you want a man with a needle in that area if you don't have to.  If your man is so clueless that he needs that much help.  Why not just take care of it yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's it for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-3332669859844772118?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/3332669859844772118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=3332669859844772118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/3332669859844772118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/3332669859844772118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-6348123693619719187</id><published>2007-10-01T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:38:08.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a coffee shop taking over the computer!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was sitting on my couch a few hours ago.  Then I hear a very upset Little C telling us,"There's a coffee shop taking over the computer."  I didn't think I had heard right at first.  (I've been really sick for the last week and the medicine I got makes me very groggy.)  So, I got up and walked over to the desk and what should I see.  The fact that a java update was trying to install.  As far as I know Little C has never heard coffee refered to as java.  I don't even know where he got the idea a coffee shop was taking over.  (Damn Starbucks isn't that invasive. At least not yet.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ok I'm off for tonight.  I hope to feel better soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-6348123693619719187?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6348123693619719187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=6348123693619719187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/6348123693619719187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/6348123693619719187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/10/theres-coffee-shop-taking-over-computer.html' title='There&apos;s a coffee shop taking over the computer!!'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-8560918999835977018</id><published>2007-09-04T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:26:04.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day another $0.50</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shit happens.  I went to work today.  Work sucks ass.  I've been home for about an hour and a half.  After watching a week or so of BBC America I've found my self wondering about a few things and I've also found my self using phrases I haven't before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1.  I've been watching How Clean is Your House?  Is there no CPS or equivilent over there.  Frankly I had a shit hole for a house before,  and these houses make me look like a neat freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2.  When did the phrase "Piss off" enter my vocabulary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Those are the main two.  Or at least the ones I can remember now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Things have been ok around here.  We dealt with another round of headlice right before school started.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The boys are back in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Big C needs probably at least $30 more in school supplies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Band shirt  $13&lt;br /&gt;2.  Black dress shoes  at least $20&lt;br /&gt;3.  Black dress socks  $3&lt;br /&gt;4.  Misc.  Notebook for health class, more dividers, more paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is all in addition to the $20 for p.e. shoes and $13 for a p.e. uniform.  What happened to the good old days when a tshirt and shorts were good enough.  Damn these kids are getting expensive.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I get to talk to Little C's doctor on Monday about getting him tested for Asburger's Syndrome.  Ok so my spelling sucks ass.  This has been a really trying couple of weeks.  I may be on vacation next week though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That's it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-8560918999835977018?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8560918999835977018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=8560918999835977018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/8560918999835977018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/8560918999835977018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-day-another-050.html' title='Another day another $0.50'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-2507152819663409255</id><published>2007-08-13T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:58:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been reading over my past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Damn I was a lot funnier when I first started.  Well, tonight is an attempt to start posting semi regularly again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;First off today sucked ass. As did yesterday.  I think I have a creepy young fan at work.  This is very disturbing to me.  Because everyone says (lets call him ADA for short) American Dumbass likes me.  He reminds me of both of my sons aged and morphed into one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We have a young china cook wee will call CDA (Chinese Dumbass) I'm not feeling very original tonight.  I think this guy gets some kind of perverse pleasure from standing in my way.  This is one of  my deli work pet peeves.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here we are again heading into one of my classic rants:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bathe you stupid dumbasses. ( Not the above ones just people in general)  Do we really have to do the list again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1.  Soap is your friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2.  Shampoo is cheap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3.  If the fish in your cart smells a lot better than you.  See 1 and 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4.  Ass is not a perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5.  Deoderant is not an option it's a must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;6.  Deoderant and perfume are not a substitute for bathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;7.  Smelling like ass is not a family activity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;8.  Shit and piss are not pleasant smells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;9.  If I can smell you over me at the end of an eight hour shift working with greasy food all day you have a problem and you should accept it and take care of the problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;10.  If you don't like this list Fuck off and go take a shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This list was inspired by a family that came into my work today.  Three of my coworkers could not help these people without gagging.  There were two males and a female.  One male and the female were ridding in mart carts.  I'm sorry but those carts were practically smoking.  They are only rated for 400 lbs.  The other male was walking.  It was like a wall of ass.  You'ld walk up and then you'ld hit the wall.  Everyone knows what I'm talking about.   This was my day.  More on the CDA and ADA maybe in a few days.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now on to Mega HO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think I've posted on here about her before.  But Maybe not.  She worked in the deli for awhile then she went to be a courtesy clerk.  Well, today I found out she had sex with the poster child for male ho's at my work.  So now this kid of a checker has bagged a checker and a courtesy clerk.  Probably a few others to be named later.  You notice I don't use names on here.  Most of you wouldn't know who they were anyway, but some might.  I still have to work with most of these fuckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Big C just got back from church camp with mom.  He says he found Jesus.  What was he hiding?  Now I know I'm going to have to beat it out of him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh well, it's time to end this rant.  Maybe more tomarrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-2507152819663409255?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2507152819663409255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=2507152819663409255&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/2507152819663409255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/2507152819663409255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-been-reading-over-my-past.html' title='I&apos;ve been reading over my past.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-4810841314385935546</id><published>2007-08-13T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:22:50.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's flashback day</title><content type='html'>What did those potatos ever do to you?&lt;br /&gt;It's late there are only a handful of employees on the night shift at United Grocery Hell, UGH for short. A rather large woman enters the store. She's on a mission...a mission from God, or maybe the voices in her head. How the hell should I know? Her destination the swinging double doors in the back of the produce department. Maybe she had a childhood trauma involving a violating vegetable? How the hell should I know? Maybe she didn't get that Mr. PotatoHead doll? How the hell should I know? All I do know is that those poor potatos never hurt anyone, and an innocent young man was traumatized and nearly blinded. He still fears walking through the produce department and seeing the potatos.When we last saw rotund lady with the mission. She was on her way through the doors at the back of the produce department. Meanwhile the Innocentone was doing his job not bothering anyone. Who could have his life would never be the same? The enormous woman entered the doors. What went through her mind when she saw the step ladder and the pallet piled high with the innocent potatos, we will never know. What we do know comes from the Innocentone, after much therapy and drugs. He thought he saw a white apron hovering above the pallet of potatos. Every employee of UGH came running when they heard the screams. "IT' S THE ASS...THE ASS!!" "OH MY GOD, I'M BLIND!!" They found him unconscious on the floor clutching his eyes. Later, he recounted seeing the enormous woman hoisting her 450 pound bulk onto the top of the pallet of potatos. Where she proceeded to releave herself...urinate...pee..let loose the piss of war upon the poor helpless potatos who had never hurt a soul, and damage an innocent young man for the rest of his life.And what you may ask was the reaction of the woman in charge. The woman whose job it was to protect us from the evil pissers, the defilers of vegetables, and the the traumatizers of innocent young men. Did she call the police, you may ask? Did she call the zoo to tranquilize the creature? No, No I tell you she did nothing, but demand the potatos be banished back to wence they came and decree all record of the incident be erased from the record for all time. Also no mention of the inident was to be made.The one in charged declared for all to hear, "SHE COULD HAVE BEEN THE SECRET SHOPPER!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Random thoughts&lt;br /&gt;These are a few random thoughts I've had over the last few days. (Keeping in mind I was running a fever for two of the last three days.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gatorade is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Work sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sex is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Porn is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Chocolate is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. People are dumbasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You can choose your friends but not your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Eight is not necisarily a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ex's are ex's for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Time is relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Racists are stupid fucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Why do really stinky farts linger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Why do ugly people breed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If stupid people stopped breeding would the human race die out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If time is relative. Why are relatives never on time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Why does the word merry sound like someting that makes people so sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If your ex dies in the woods and no one is around to see it did you really kill him?(just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Why is the word fuck a good and a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you can't make a decision, What kind of fence are you sitting on? Hopefully not a picket fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch Slapping&lt;br /&gt;I think bitch slapping in a vastly under used tool. People should be sentenced in court to a good bitch slapping.If you sell a bad product.If you cheat on your spouse you get bitch slapped by the wife/husband and by every one in the wronged spouses family. Breaking up with someone through an e-mail.Being a dumb ass.Implying your segificant other is fat or stupid.Stupid advertising slogans.Being a used car salesman.(Just on general principle. Once a day.)Being an executive, advertiser, or developer at Johnson and Johnson for the whole KY Jelly thing.If you abandon seginficant other (by leaving state or other) without notice.If you don't pay child support when you are supposed to.If you'd rather touch yourself than your partner.These bitch slappings should be a public event. With the receiver of the bitch slapping wearing a big sign telling what their crime was. That only seems fair and just. So, the general public can make fun of them as they leave their bitch slapping appointment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it for tonight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ttfn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-4810841314385935546?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4810841314385935546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=4810841314385935546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/4810841314385935546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/4810841314385935546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-flashback-day.html' title='It&apos;s flashback day'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-129970599217648369</id><published>2007-07-12T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T17:14:16.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to the movies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Today we all went to see Transformers.  The movie so kicked ass.  Not like some of the shit I've seen lately.  I love how the voice of  Optimus Prime sounds just like on the cartoon version.  I hope they make another one.  Though the damage for this day out and about came to about $100.  That's a shit load of money for 4 people to go to see a movie, eat lunch, and pick up  a few things at dollar tree.  Oh well tomarrow night me and my darling Zevon are going up to the casino for a while.  That's about it for right now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-129970599217648369?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/129970599217648369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=129970599217648369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/129970599217648369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/129970599217648369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-went-to-movies.html' title='I went to the movies.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-6243964418903233931</id><published>2007-06-21T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T18:41:58.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been so sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I had a really bad sinus infection this week.  So, I'm working 3 of 5 days this week.  Tiny paycheck.  Next week I'm scheduled 40 all on the cook shift.  Damn I'm tired.  Lots of drugs.  I wish I could get more sleep.  The kids are waking us up really early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-6243964418903233931?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6243964418903233931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=6243964418903233931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/6243964418903233931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/6243964418903233931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-been-so-sick.html' title='I have been so sick'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-2115429619360169664</id><published>2007-06-09T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:32:01.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me.  Yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So, yesterday was my birthday.  I went up to the casino with some people from work and Baby bear.  We played blackjack and pool.  I got home at about 2 am.  I'm a little hung over today.  Though I do have to go back to work tomarrow.  That's about it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-2115429619360169664?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2115429619360169664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=2115429619360169664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/2115429619360169664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/2115429619360169664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-to-me-yesterday.html' title='Happy Birthday to me.  Yesterday.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-8709571307482121251</id><published>2007-05-23T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:41:17.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another month almost gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So, here we are on the ass end of may.  To be quite frank with you it stinks.  My honey is sick again.  The kids just got over a head lice infestation.  That was fun trust me.  Things at work are ok I guess.  Between the mega ho.  Trust me on this one she will screw anything.  She flirts uncontrolably with our china cook.   I'm tired.  At least it's nice to know who your enemies are.  I was told a few days ago someone who acts like my friend at work is trying to get me in trouble all the time.  It's always some bullshit or other around that place.  Lets see what else is up.  I need a shower.  I'll take care of that soon.  I burnt my dinner.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I watched the Heroes season finally.  I hope Peter is still alive next season.  Hell, the man can regenerate so he should be.  I personally think that Hero will turn out to be the guy in the paintings with the sword.  I just wonder what the Petrelli momma's power is besides being a totally hellatious bitch.  I also wonder if Matt will survive.  Since we all know that Sylar is still alive.  Judging by the blood smear leading to the manhole cover.  Linerman is dead, so are Simone, and Nathen.  We know that they will be battling the man who is even worse than the boogy man next season.  Or they could continue to chase Sylar once they learn he's still alive.  I also wonder how many seasons it will take for them to have matt's wife have the baby.  By the way what ever happened to Hero's mom, and does his dad have a power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Yeah I wonder a lot of strange things.  Well, here's one more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I've seen a lot of zombie movies, and I've always wondered.  Why don't zombie's attack each other.  Seriously, because if it's a smell thing then people should be able to rub themselves down with zombie slime and walk right through.  If it's that they can hear heartbeats then why don't they find the people that are hiding around the corner until they see them.  This has confused me for a while.  Also if it's that they can sense no real brain activity a lot of the living (at least in this town) should be safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I guess that's enough rambling for one night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-8709571307482121251?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8709571307482121251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=8709571307482121251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/8709571307482121251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/8709571307482121251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-month-almost-gone.html' title='Another month almost gone.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-4127004018079219727</id><published>2007-05-15T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T16:18:02.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, it's been a very long time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's been a while since I've posted.  Not much to post about.  I've been working and not much else.  Maybe I'll post again soon.  Maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-4127004018079219727?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/4127004018079219727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=4127004018079219727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/4127004018079219727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/4127004018079219727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-its-been-very-long-time.html' title='So, it&apos;s been a very long time.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-6936331877257949020</id><published>2007-04-03T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:46:42.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's been a long week.  It's now spring break.  Schools out for a few more days.  I bought myself a gameboy advance ds.  So,  now I have to go and buy a game for it.  My gameboy is pink with princess peach bling on it.  I hope that will keep my boys from trying to take it and play it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Little C. got his stitches out today.  The dr.  says there is still a chance that he may lose the nail, but the finger looks good.  He just has a regular band aid now, and a splint he only has to wear part time.  He has another appt.  on the 20th of april.  They took out the stitches and trimmed away the dead skin.  So, I guess he's going to be just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We went to winchell's tonight when I got off work and got donuts.  They didn't have their cappicino machine up and running.   I just wanted an iced cappicino at 9:15 pm.  What's wrong with that?  This town needs a damn 24 hr.  Starbucks.   Some times you just want girlie coffee at night.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've been working a lot lately.  Almost 40 hrs a week.  I only get to see my kids in a normal week on weekends for about an hour and my days off.  I go to work at like noon.  Then I don't get home until between 9-10.  They go to bed at 8.  Though I am making enough money right now to pay our bills, buy myself a few nice things,  go to costco every other month, and put money in savings.  Things could be worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ok,  that's it for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-6936331877257949020?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6936331877257949020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=6936331877257949020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/6936331877257949020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/6936331877257949020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/04/shit-happens.html' title='Shit happens'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-7643694962214260637</id><published>2007-03-11T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T19:47:51.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first emergency room visit</title><content type='html'>Today we had to take little c to the er.  He was closing the apartment door and we had the windows open.  The air pressure slammed the door on his ring finger and almost completely severed the end.  They cleaned it up and sewed it back on.  The finger is broken, and he has to see and ortopedist.  The doctor says it should heal fine.  He will loose the nail and it may be deformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a sucky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-7643694962214260637?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/7643694962214260637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=7643694962214260637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/7643694962214260637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/7643694962214260637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/03/our-first-emergency-room-visit.html' title='Our first emergency room visit'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-6622585766455011694</id><published>2007-03-09T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T20:36:45.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My darling Zevon wrote this:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;To kids who survived the 1930's, 40's, 50's, 60's, and 70's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;First we survived being born to mothers who smoked and drank while they were pregnant. They took asprin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in cribs covered with brightly colored lead based paints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes we had no helmets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;As infants and children, we rode in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts, or airbags. Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. We shared one soft drink with four friends from one bottle, and NO ONE actually died from this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We ate cupcakes, white bread, and real butter, and drank Kool-Aid made with real sugar, but we weren't overweight because......WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We left home in the morning, played all day, and came home when the street lights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We had no playstations, Nintendo's, X boxes, video games, 150 cable channels, video movies, dvd's, surround sound, cd's, I pods, cell phones, personal computers, internet, nor chat rooms....WE HAD FRIENDS, and we went outside and found them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls, and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We rode bikes or walked to friend's houses and just walked in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Little League had tryouts and not everyone make the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with diappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;These generations have produced some of the best risk takers, problem solvers, and inventors the world has ever known! The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, sucess, and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You are one of these people-Congratulations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-6622585766455011694?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6622585766455011694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=6622585766455011694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/6622585766455011694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/6622585766455011694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-darling-zevon-wrote-this.html' title='My darling Zevon wrote this:'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-7350692804076246934</id><published>2007-02-21T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:33:44.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost been a year since I reposted my first post so here it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes this is a highly exagerated version of events.  It wouldn't have been my first blog post without exageration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did those potatos ever do to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late there are only a handful of employees on the night shift at United Grocery Hell, UGH for short. A rather large woman enters the store. She's on a mission...a mission from God, or maybe the voices in her head. How the hell should I know? Her destination the swinging double doors in the back of the produce department. Maybe she had a childhood trauma involving a violating vegetable? How the hell should I know? Maybe she didn't get that Mr. PotatoHead doll? How the hell should I know? All I do know is that those poor potatos never hurt anyone, and an innocent young man was traumatized and nearly blinded. He still fears walking through the produce department and seeing the potatos.When we last saw rotund lady with the mission. She was on her way through the doors at the back of the produce department. Meanwhile the Innocentone was doing his job not bothering anyone. Who could have his life would never be the same? The enormous woman entered the doors. What went through her mind when she saw the step ladder and the pallet piled high with the innocent potatos, we will never know. What we do know comes from the Innocentone, after much therapy and drugs. He thought he saw a white apron hovering above the pallet of potatos. Every employee of UGH came running when they heard the screams. "IT' S THE ASS...THE ASS!!" "OH MY GOD, I'M BLIND!!" They found him unconscious on the floor clutching his eyes. Later, he recounted seeing the enormous woman hoisting her 450 pound bulk onto the top of the pallet of potatos. Where she proceeded to releave herself...urinate...pee..let loose the piss of war upon the poor helpless potatos who had never hurt a soul, and damage an innocent young man for the rest of his life.And what you may ask was the reaction of the woman in charge. The woman whose job it was to protect us from the evil pissers, the defilers of vegetables, and the the traumatizers of innocent young men. Did she call the police, you may ask? Did she call the zoo to tranquilize the creature? No, No I tell you she did nothing, but demand the potatos be banished back to wence they came and decree all record of the incident be erased from the record for all time. Also no mention of the inident was to be made.The one in charged declared for all to hear, "SHE COULD HAVE BEEN THE SECRET SHOPPER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thanks to all of you who read this blog and enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-7350692804076246934?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/7350692804076246934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=7350692804076246934&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/7350692804076246934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/7350692804076246934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-almost-been-year-since-i-reposted.html' title='It&apos;s almost been a year since I reposted my first post so here it is.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-5534421610027527028</id><published>2007-02-21T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:29:15.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a repost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's still good advise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few tips from good old Doublebagger for you dumbasses out there who don't know how to look in public:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shower. Wash your nasty funky ass with soap and water.&lt;br /&gt;2. If your jacket looks and smells like it's been pissed on don't wear it.&lt;br /&gt;3. You should never wear pants with obvious piss and shit stains radiating down the legs.&lt;br /&gt;4. If your shirt came with a collar and it no longer has it and has several very large very recent stains on it THROW IT AWAY. You don't need to look that bad we can tell by your lack of dental hygiene that you are white trash.&lt;br /&gt;5. Brush your nasty assed teeth. If you can afford ding-dongs with cash you can afford a toothbrush and toothpaste. We do have a dollar store in town.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do not use a public disabled cart if it is possible people can smell you on it later.&lt;br /&gt;7. Tuna is not an appealing scent.&lt;br /&gt;8. If I can't tell the difference between you and the crab you just bought by scent. You don't need to buy the KY Jelly.&lt;br /&gt; 9. I must say again. SOAP IS NOT AN OPTION TO BE OVERLOOKED.&lt;br /&gt;10. Deoderant buy it, use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good advice is never a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-5534421610027527028?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5534421610027527028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=5534421610027527028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/5534421610027527028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/5534421610027527028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-repost.html' title='This is a repost.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-8328545799776256602</id><published>2007-02-21T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:23:53.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpet steam cleaner</title><content type='html'>Today I got me a carpet cleaner.  I had one but it was tiny and it sucked.  So I got me a big powerful one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomarrow I go back to work again.  I wish I could be rich so I didn't have to work.  I am surounded by whinny men.  They are all sick, snotty, and spitty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vivid descriptions of mucus color is enough to make one sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm taking airborne hoping that I don't get sick.  I'm making the others take it just to punish them with the bad taste of it.  I just can't afford to get sick right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-8328545799776256602?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8328545799776256602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=8328545799776256602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/8328545799776256602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/8328545799776256602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/02/carpet-steam-cleaner.html' title='Carpet steam cleaner'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-5655793228694030378</id><published>2007-02-15T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T20:42:25.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey I have to go back to work on Sunday.  Well, tomarrow at 5 pm I have reservations at Outback.  Then Saturday I get to take my youngest to get his first non-mom hair cut.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, today I got a new computer desk chair.  It's leather and it smells.  Much better than a sprung spring in the crotch.  I also got a couple of organizers for my bathroom.  I also bought a pair of work pants, some more underware, and hair dye.  Soon I shall be burgundy again.  Yeah.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I guess that's it for now.  Tomarrow we completely dump and redo my computer.  We are also ordering a new video card and some more memory for this peice of shit.  Then maybe it will work better after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-5655793228694030378?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/5655793228694030378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=5655793228694030378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/5655793228694030378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/5655793228694030378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-all.html' title='Hello all.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-6071396032588147518</id><published>2007-02-13T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T19:26:35.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a lot of shit to do tomarrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I guess tomarrow is a serious cleaning day.  Which means that we are reorganizing the kitchen cabinets.  We went to costco today so half the stuff is sitting on the table with no where to go.  That means we have to reorganize shit tomarrow.  I've read all of "Brother Odd" and " Mistral's Kiss."  That means I only have 3 more books left to read before I have to hit the library again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blockbuster online has sent me my "Jack of all Trades" cd's.  So, I have three of those to watch.  I also have lady in the water and rv to watch.  As soon as we watch the jack of all trades dvd's then we will take them back to Blockbuster and get 3 more movies.  I'm trying to figure out what we want to do on Friday for our late Valentines night out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My honey is napping right now so I'm bored out of my gourd.  The boys will go to bed in about a half an hour.  I think I might play my sims game after they go to bed.  I think that we will go to the bank on thursday.  We'll get quarters and maybe hit the laundry mat to wash all the bedding in this place.  I really would like to have this place cleaned up before I go back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I guess that's all for tonight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-6071396032588147518?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/6071396032588147518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=6071396032588147518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/6071396032588147518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/6071396032588147518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-got-lot-of-shit-to-do-tomarrow.html' title='I got a lot of shit to do tomarrow.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-2390028860160028815</id><published>2007-02-12T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:04:37.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so cool you hurt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Not really, but I thought it was a catchy title.  I'm bored out of my mind tonight.  I played about 4 hours of the sims.  Now I've posted almost the same thing on here as on my myspace.  I am so fucking bored.  I think I may scratch my ass just to have something different to do.  Not even anything on tv at midnight.  I'm thinking I may go shower and curl up with brother odd for a while and go to sleep.  Maybe.  I've been drinking soda for 3 hours straight so I don't know how realistic that option is.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My honey is playing his online game tonight.  Tomarrow I go to hud and on tuesday I get to go to costco and maybe best buy.  I don't know.  Well,  maybe I'll have something more interesting to post tomarrow.  Maybe not.  Oh fucking well.  See ya all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-2390028860160028815?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2390028860160028815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=2390028860160028815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/2390028860160028815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/2390028860160028815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-so-cool-you-hurt.html' title='I am so cool you hurt.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-959413302339089420</id><published>2007-02-05T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:04:38.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been over a month.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Long time no see y'all.  I've been working a lot lately.  I hardly have time to take a piss more less post.  Tonight I'm settling in with a beer, and typing this shit up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I got my tax money.  So, now it's time to fix the car.  Hopefully it will be done tomarrow.  The catalitic converter went out.  I don't know.  I'm going to read my drivers manual tonight and go take the test for my permit tomarrow.  Then I'll hopefully be able to mark one of my goals at HUD off my list.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Next I hope I get my vacation next week.  Maybe then I will feel creative enough to post some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Though I did get Lisey's Story by Stephen King and Brother Odd by Dean Koontz today. I also got another Dean Koontz book.  I needed some new reading material, and I haven't had time to go to the library lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well,  Maybe I'll post more soon.  Then again maybe I won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-959413302339089420?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/959413302339089420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=959413302339089420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/959413302339089420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/959413302339089420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-been-over-month.html' title='It&apos;s been over a month.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-8649902940956825505</id><published>2006-12-27T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T13:12:49.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this bullshit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Every major news network in Portland, Or has been to my apartment building in the last few days.  I am so not joking.  We've had a wave of racist graffiti.  Someone spray painted the "N" word and a swastica in our carport.  My honey talked to the news crew that was here this morning.  This shit has been up since Friday and now it's Wed.  That's almost a week of being in the paper and on the news.  I called the property managment company and asked them when they were going to take care of it and they told me they didn't even know about it.  Well,  they seemed a little more interested in it when I said channel 2 news and channel 6 news were both out here today.  I find it offensive.  Not to mention that people have been breaking out car windows and there's a shit load of glass all over and I have small kids.  When I called they acted like it wasn't their responsiblity.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well,  maybe now they will clean it up to keep the news crews away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That's it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-8649902940956825505?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/8649902940956825505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=8649902940956825505&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/8649902940956825505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/8649902940956825505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-is-this-bullshit.html' title='What is this bullshit?'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-1755305767845988654</id><published>2006-12-25T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T22:40:25.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No snip snip on the woohoo for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am really disturbed by the latest plastic surgery trend.  No not botox or even boob jobs.  Those I could understand.  This is just wrong and what makes it worse is that most of the doctors on the websites I looked up are men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This new marvel men have chosen to bestow on us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vaginal Regeneration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah,  it's just what it sounds like.  So, now men won't have to say is there anyway for you to get that tighter.  No, now they will just print up the literature.  Even more disturbing is that one of the sites said that the surgery and recovery are no worse than having a severe yeast infection.  I've had one thank you.  I'd like to avoid it in the future if at all possible.  If your coochie isn't tight enough for your man.  Tough shit.  He can just leave it alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Another surgery that they preform is Hymen Reconstruction.  Yes, they do that too.  As if the first time wasn't painful enough.  You can now relive this experience over and over if you like.  It's all well and good if you're into pain and shit like that, but for the love of god women.  Buy a pair of balls.  Big brass ones.  I find it very disturbing that this has been made into a self esteem issue.  As if being told that we weigh too much and aren't attractive enough isn't bad enough.  Now we have to worry our that having children has caused our men to loose pleasure in our bodies.   Hell,  that's part of giving birth.  Shit stretches out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Join me in my new motto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No Snip, Snip on the Woohoo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ttfn  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-1755305767845988654?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1755305767845988654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=1755305767845988654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/1755305767845988654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/1755305767845988654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-snip-snip-on-woohoo-for-me.html' title='No snip snip on the woohoo for me.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-2342638396040083212</id><published>2006-12-12T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T15:43:55.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas songs that don't suck.</title><content type='html'>Ok so I've been listening to some very non traditional christmas songs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twisted Sister's-Oh come all ye faithful&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Silverman-Give a Jew girl toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of my personal favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.  Garrison's-Merry Fucking Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you've got your grandma getting run over by a reigndeer still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.  I'm off to watch 6th graders who can't play their instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-2342638396040083212?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/2342638396040083212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=2342638396040083212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/2342638396040083212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/2342638396040083212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-songs-that-dont-suck.html' title='Christmas songs that don&apos;t suck.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-1188134262309587480</id><published>2006-12-07T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:48:29.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the next generation coming to?</title><content type='html'>Today I was having a day.  I told one of the girls I work with that our day today would make a great mel brooks movie.  She gave me a dumb look.  Just then another co-worker looked at me and says "she doesn't know who mel brooks is."  Then I asked another young one if she knew what Monty Python was.  She looks at me all inocent and says "Isn't that one of those gangster movies."  I don't know if I could survive without the older people who work with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My transfer finally went through.  I'm a deli employee.  I also got a huge raise.  $1.05 an hour.  I don't think I'll get my retro pay though.  It would be like 700.  I'm thinking that's not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-1188134262309587480?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/1188134262309587480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=1188134262309587480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/1188134262309587480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/1188134262309587480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-is-next-generation-coming-to.html' title='What is the next generation coming to?'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-541439657454548360</id><published>2006-11-30T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:08:05.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Have I mentioned before that I'm addicted to the show Heroes.  Monday is the last new episode of the year.  Yeah I know the year is over at the end of next month, but still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Is there anyone esle out there that likes this show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That's it for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-541439657454548360?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/541439657454548360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=541439657454548360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/541439657454548360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/541439657454548360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/11/heroes.html' title='Heroes'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-3745847063799558166</id><published>2006-11-30T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:01:41.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All men are just little boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Darling Zevon is playing his game tonight.  Nothing new.  Though I have decided they are all just boys.  These are a few names that I've heard tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zevon-  My b/f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Other gamers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Major Wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Poopy pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They were having a discussion a little while ago about a gamer who called themself "My Hairy Balls"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If these names don't reenforce the imaturity factor I don't know what does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You don't realize how funny this is until you walk out of the bathroom and hear your b/f yelling "I got poopy pants" or "I got Major Wood."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enough said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-3745847063799558166?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/3745847063799558166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=3745847063799558166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/3745847063799558166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/3745847063799558166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-men-are-just-little-boys.html' title='All men are just little boys.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-116417978594357277</id><published>2006-11-21T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:16:25.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More neighbor drama</title><content type='html'>Well they were at it again tonight.  First it was just banging around.   Then someone was knocking loudly on the door and yelling for them to open it.  Then a loud banging noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the cops busted the door down and took them to jail.  One was treated by the paramedics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to move the fuck out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-116417978594357277?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/116417978594357277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=116417978594357277&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/116417978594357277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/116417978594357277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-neighbor-drama.html' title='More neighbor drama'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-116365558931130878</id><published>2006-11-15T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:39:49.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coms....and bf2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I get to listen to this every night.  My darling Zevon got cable internet here at the apartment.  So,  now he plays bf2 and the other incarnation of this game.  It sounds like a funny one sided conversation most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The problem being me and Madame D are very loud when we get together and hang out.  We always activate the sound activated mics.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We heard  shshshsh...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh well,  I need to wrap this shit up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-116365558931130878?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/116365558931130878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=116365558931130878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/116365558931130878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/116365558931130878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/11/comsand-bf2.html' title='Coms....and bf2'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-116227691947755799</id><published>2006-10-30T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:41:59.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor parenting decision my ass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can't believe what I read in the paper at work tonight.  The headline read, "Ridgefield woman gets year in jail for "poor parenting decision."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It sounded weird so I read on.  The woman's lawyer called it a poor parenting decision.  I call it just plain sick.  The woman found a video tape of her husband raping her six year old daughter and didn't call the cops.  I would have called the cops, but by the time they got there the fucker would be dead.  How can anyone not protect their child in that situation?  This woman should be in jail for the rest of her life.  I think she should be charged as an acomplice to the crime at the very least.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here is the link to the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tdn.com/articles/2006/10/30/area_news/news04.txt"&gt;http://www.tdn.com/articles/2006/10/30/area_news/news04.txt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not believe the woman gave the tape to a friend and the friends room mate called the cops and turned it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #c0c0c0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-116227691947755799?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/116227691947755799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=116227691947755799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/116227691947755799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/116227691947755799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/10/poor-parenting-decision-my-ass.html' title='Poor parenting decision my ass.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-116201709999328690</id><published>2006-10-27T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:31:39.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This week shall suck ass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just got done grocery shopping tonight.  Now I have just enough money to get the new storage unit on monday.  Hopefully I'll have enough to pay my rent this month.  I'm just really tired.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My b/f 's room mate is showing his house tomarrow.  So, hopefully these people will buy it.  It would take a month to get everything settled.  Then we can see how things work out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's it for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-116201709999328690?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/116201709999328690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=116201709999328690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/116201709999328690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/116201709999328690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-week-shall-suck-ass.html' title='This week shall suck ass.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-116201686078514985</id><published>2006-10-27T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:27:41.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird News</title><content type='html'>More Spirits: (1) The grave of Pol Pot (one of the 20th century's most prodigious mass murderers) near Anlong Veng, Cambodia, is revered by local villagers who believe his ghost protects them and also provides winning lottery numbers, according to an August International Herald Tribune report. In fact, the government is building a casino nearby to serve those who feel lucky. (2) Of the 25,000 children homeless in the streets of Kinshasa, Kenya, more than half are believed to be there because their parents have disowned them as suspected "witches," according to an August Los Angeles Times dispatch. Said one 10-year-old: "They say I ate my father. But I didn't." [New York Times, 8-12-06] [Los Angeles Times, 8-29-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questionable Judgments&lt;br /&gt;Dutch transportation planner Hans Monderman has been pushing his innovative plans for improving traffic, and several towns in the Netherlands and Germany have already signed on, according to an August report by the German news organization Deutsche Welle. His proposals include eliminating traffic signs and street markings, which he believes will force drivers to be careful as they hunt for their destinations, and building children's playgrounds in median strips of roads, figuring that drivers would surely slow down. [DW- World.de (Bonn, Germany), 8-27-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injudicious: In August, Lowell, Mass., judge James McGuinness Jr. quixotically relieved Ms. Grimary DeJesus of all responsibility for failure to pay earlier court fees (which followed four arrests in eight years), provided that she recite the Pledge of Allegiance. She was only 12 words into it before she faltered, but McGuinness said, "Congratulations, ma'am, never heard it said better," and released her anyway. [Boston Herald, 8-17-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest version of China's periodic Animal Olympic Games, with 300 hardly voluntary participants, was held at the Shanghai Wildlife Park in September, to the consternation of animal-rights activists around the world. London's Daily Mail reported that chimpanzees played basketball and lifted weights, a bear in a tutu navigated an obstacle course, sea lions high-jumped, and an elephant took on spectators in tug-of-war. Photographs of a kangaroo boxing a garishly-dressed man were posted on the Web sites of China Daily and CBS News. [Daily Mail (London), 9- 29-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least three Christian wrestling associations are active in the southern United States, staging matches using traditional pro-wrestling gimmicks (angelic "babyfaces" vs. creepy "heels"; the "injured" star who gamely takes a mauling but wins through sheer determination). In one pointed adaptation, the bad guys strap "Wrestling for Jesus" star Chase Cliett onto a large cross in the ring and beat him bloody, but he is resurrected after a good-guys' "run-in" from the dressing room. Wrestling for Jesus and Ultimate Christian Wrestling (both based in Georgia), and Texas' Christian Wrestling Federation, set aside some time each show for their muscular roughnecks to evangelize among their rowdy fans, according to an Associated Press report. [Reading Eagle-AP, 3-23- 06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York filmmaker Andy Deemer, impressed by reports that 40 to 45 new religions emerge every year in America, offered a $5,000 fee earlier this year for a wannabe messiah to start one and let Deemer chronicle the formation step-by-step, from creation of the philosophy to the soliciting of disciples. Of 300 applicants, Deemer chose 35-year-old musician Joshua Boden, based on Boden's God-optional, feel-good narrative that he called "the Church of Now," based a bit on Buddhism and Taoism (according to an August New York Times profile). Among the prophets that Deemer passed by was Damian Phoenix, whose religion centers around an insect-like creature, "Arkon," and a world of alien parasites that negatively influence people (that is, until Phoenix heals them). [New York Times, 8-28-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fetishes on Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September, police in the Georgia towns of Perry and Americus were investigating incidents probably involving the same unnamed man, who provided an additional dimension to the typical foot-fetishist: religion. An 80-year-old Wal-Mart shopper in Perry reported that the man was sitting on the floor of an aisle and asked her for help with his "religious" ritual. The lady accommodated him by stepping on his hands and then spitting on him, but when he began to lick her feet, she called for help. [Macon Telegraph, 9- 20-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least Competent People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Least Competent Anti-Abortion Activist: David Robert McMenemy, 45, was arrested in Davenport, Iowa, in September after he drove his car into a women's clinic and then set it on fire to protest abortions. He was then informed that it is just a medical clinic, providing neither abortions nor abortion referrals. (2) Least Competent Drug Agents: Just after federal and local narcotics agents cut down and bundled for destruction massive quantities of marijuana plants at a site in California's Marin County in September, officials reported that, despite security, 1,200 of the plants had been stolen before they could be taken away. [Detroit Free Press, 9-14-06] [Marin Independent Journal, 9-2-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn that's shitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Latest News From Places That Lack Sunshine: According to a September Reuters report, four gang-member inmates at the maximum-security Zacatecoluca lockup in El Salvador were caught with "cell phones, a phone charger and spare chips" in their rectums, "far enough (in) to reach their intestines," according to prison official Ramon Arevalo. And in September, arrestee Melissa Roberge, 25, allegedly set fire to the mattress and blanket in her jail cell in Conway, N.H. She had earlier been frisked, but after the fire, a full-body search revealed a cigarette lighter in an unspecified "body cavity." [Reuters, 9-7-06] [Caledonian-Record (St. Johnsbury, Vt.)-AP, 9-2-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaToya Joplin was arrested in July in Ypsilanti Township, Mich., and charged with killing her daughter, Kayla, 3, despite her statements to a sheriff's detective (read in court in an August hearing) that she, and not Kayla, was the real victim. The detective said Joplin told him "she was the one who was abused when she disciplined Kayla, because she would strike her to the point that her hand was throbbing." She was forced to keep hitting her, she said, because Kayla never said "ouch." [Ann Arbor News, 8-10-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks This Week to Neil Gimon, John Votel, Elliott Shevin, Tom Barker, Frank Smith, and Bob McCabe, and to the News of the Weird Editorial Advisors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from msn's weird news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-116201686078514985?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/116201686078514985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=116201686078514985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/116201686078514985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/116201686078514985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/10/weird-news.html' title='Weird News'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-116157758730727397</id><published>2006-10-22T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:26:27.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank god for tevo.</title><content type='html'>Yeah so my spelling sucks ass. Bite me. I've found a tv show that's worth getting upset if my man doesn't tevo it for me. It's called Heroes. I don't know why I like it. I just do.I have theories all my own about this show. I think the cute little number that keeps showing up at Shereshes apartment is the serial killer, Syler. I know that peter is absorbing the other heroes' abilities when he's close to them. Kinda a little bit of an X-men, Rouge rip off. I don't know how the cheerleader fits into all this, but she's the key. I love the asian guy Hiro. He is the coolest and funniest character on this show. He's even better than the self healing cheerleader. How ironic is that the pretty blond cheerleader is the key to saving the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough about my favorite tv show. On to the week in review.I got promoted to a full time deli employee. Now if I could just wake up and not feel so tired all the time things would be a whole lot better. I'm going to get retro pay for the entire 4 months I've been in the deli. That's cool it will work out to around $65. Not much but more than I had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling Zevon may be living with me in a few months. That's cool. I'll get to see him a lot more often than I do right now. It will be a huge help with the boys. It will be his job to get them up for school. Since I work until 10 most nights that will help me out a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this fucker goes on here this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-116157758730727397?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/116157758730727397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=116157758730727397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/116157758730727397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/116157758730727397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-god-for-tevo_22.html' title='Thank god for tevo.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-116132173193894245</id><published>2006-10-19T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:22:11.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another reason why this town sucks ass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I work with the mother of one of these students that organized this protest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 rally after teachers order gay student to remove skirt&lt;br /&gt;By Stephanie Mathieu&lt;br /&gt;Oct 19, 2006 - 06:51:02 am PDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of about 30 young adults took to the streets Wednesday to protest what they consider discrimination against a gay Kelso High school sophomore.Two teachers on Oct. 10 ordered the student to remove a skirt he was wearing over long shorts during spirit week, according to school officials and students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal Adele Marshall said the student's behavior was disrupting lunch, but protesters who assembled at Allen Street and Kelso Drive -- one of Kelso's busiest intersections -- said the boy's rights were violated."He's being discriminated against at the high school," said James Mai, a 21-year-old Longview resident who organized Wednesday's protest. "We don't tolerate discrimination."Some of the protestors were students at Lower Columbia College or Kelso High School. Others were just friends in support of equal rights, Mai said. They held signs urging drivers to "honk 4 = rights."The gay student did not instigate or participate in the protest, but he supports the action, Mai said. When reached by The Daily News, he declined to comment.Cross dressing does not violate the school's dress code. Other male students wore skirts that day, several student protesters said. The boy's skirt hung below his knees. School officials have the right to ask student to change out of disruptive clothing, Marshall said. She said officials most commonly use that authority when students wear clothing sporting drug or alcohol themes, such as the names of beer brands."The adults in charge that day felt it was creating a nuisance in the lunchroom," Marshall said. "His behaviors were inviting a lot of negative energy."Marshall said she learned later -- administrators were away at a training workshop Oct. 10 -- that the student told her he wore the skirt on a dare.The protest got the attention of Chuck Wallace, who ran unsuccessfully for Cowlitz County commissioner this year."I'm absolutely thrilled," Wallace said. "It's good to see that young people have a pulse and want to get out and make a difference. That's exactly what we need in America."Since the student was asked to change out of his skirt, Kelso High School students have organized sit-ins at the school and passed out flyers in his support, some of the protesters said."We think it's wrong," Kelso ninth-grader Marion Bruner said. "He was acting how he usually acts."Explaining her reasons for joining the protest, ninth-grader Morgan Lewellen said homosexual students are often harassed at the school, and some are afraid to come out. Bruner and Lewellen were on their way to the protest with parental permission to leave school. Students without permission will have an unexcused absence and possibly face detention, Marshall said."Kids do have the right to do that, and it's a part of growing," Marshall said.The Kelso incident has some similarities to the case at R.A. Long High School in January last year in which an openly gay student was sent home for wearing a T-shirt sporting the words "Too Gay to Function." Officials said it was offensive to homosexuals.Before last week's incident, Marshall had been working with a few students to reinstate the school's diversity club, which fell apart last year after the adviser became ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I love the fact that so many of the parents of these kids were so supportive of the fact that thier children wanted to stand up for a friend.  I can actually now believe that maybe the future generations won't turn out all that bad after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That's it for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-116132173193894245?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/116132173193894245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=116132173193894245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/116132173193894245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/116132173193894245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-reason-why-this-town-sucks-ass.html' title='Another reason why this town sucks ass.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-116018964745427032</id><published>2006-10-06T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T19:54:07.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Smash Brothers Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ok so tonight I'm having a birthday party for Big C.  We have decided to call the visitors for the night Harry, Neville, George/Fred,  Then we have Big and Little C.  Three of them are 11, Big C is 12, and Little C is 8.  I cooked 4 frozen pizzas.  They were no sooner on the table than they were gone.  I think that I may run out of food soon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This is the middle/end of my day.  It started last night when I made the b-day cake.  The reason I made it last night you may ask.  I have an absessed tooth and I had to go to the dentist today.  When I called for the appointment they told me that the insurance would cover it, and I didn't need to bring any cash.  Well, I get done with the appointment and they tell me that will be $170.  They then told me they would bill the insurance and send me a bill.  I got a prescription for antibiotics and vicadin.  This was at noon.  Before that I went put my paycheck in the bank to pay rent, frosted and decorated the b-day cake, and took a shower.  My day started at 7:30 am and is looking like it will keep going and going.  Just like the energizer bunny.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Now.  The kids have been fed, caked, and ice creamed.  They are on the gamecube watching Super Smash Brothers Melee.  Soon we shall watch all three of the X-Men movies.  I've got them all here.  They will all be gone by 2-2:30 tomarrow afternoon.  Then I have to go back to work on Sunday.  Then I work Monday and have Tuesday and Wendesday off.  I need a nap.  Like now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;These kids are quite insane.  They all have gameboys that they have been playing off and on since they got here at about 4:30.  Ok,  I guess that's it for right now.   Maybe pics later, Maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-116018964745427032?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/116018964745427032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=116018964745427032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/116018964745427032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/116018964745427032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/10/harry-potter-and-smash-brothers-game.html' title='Harry Potter and the Smash Brothers Game'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115994043356672529</id><published>2006-10-03T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T22:40:33.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damnit I'm getting addicted to pokemon on the gameboy.</title><content type='html'>Ok,  so my garnishment stopped and now I just have a buttload of bills.  Though things will be better soon.  I'm tired as hell but I might be getting a full time deli position.  I don't know yet.  Though I am supposed to get register numbers tomarrow.  That was supposed to be today but we were too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Toys R Us on Saturday.  It was Jeffory the Giraff's birthday so they were giving away the mew character for the gameboy advanced pokemon games.  I didn't know that there were so many adult pokemon freaks out there.  One group got kicked out because they were swearing and making asses of themselves.  They were pissed off because they couldn't color pictures of hotwheel cars or make a strawberry shortcake picture frame.  These guys were like 30 years old.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit I have to go to work tomarrow.  It's Big C's birthday tomarrow he will be 12. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to have a sleepover on friday.  I guess I might let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115994043356672529?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115994043356672529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115994043356672529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115994043356672529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115994043356672529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/10/damnit-im-getting-addicted-to-pokemon.html' title='Damnit I&apos;m getting addicted to pokemon on the gameboy.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115855847053375927</id><published>2006-09-17T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:47:50.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well fuck me again!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ok, so today at work I got a notice that my garnishment for my student loan went up to 15%.  This would not be so bad if I hadn't just made arangments last month for them to stop my garnishment and take $135 a month out of my checking account.  So,  They are getting like almost $300 a month right now.  Tomarrow I will be calling and chewing on someones ass.  This is pure bullshit.  I made a deal and signed paperwork and everything.  They even took their first payment of $75 last month because they said it would take 2 weeks to stop the garnishment.  Now it's a month later and the garnishment hasn't stopped it's increased.  I am so very very pissed.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I feel like shit.  My stomach is rejecting almost all the food I put into it.  Damnit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well,  that's it for right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115855847053375927?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115855847053375927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115855847053375927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115855847053375927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115855847053375927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-fuck-me-again.html' title='Well fuck me again!!!'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115804141050806975</id><published>2006-09-11T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:10:10.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last week in review.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lets see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.  Madame D went home.  I get my whole bed to myself yippy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.  Big C is trying to learn to play the clarinet.  He's mastered two notes.  That makes his practicing a bit annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3.  I got new neighbors today.  I think they are getting stoned outside.  I think I kind of remember that smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.  The car broke down was fixed and broke down again.  First the electric part that has somthing to do with the fuel injectors went out.  We got that fixed.  Then the starter and battery went out.  It's been a bad couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5.  I'm still working in the deli at Ye old UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6.  I'm tired as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7.  Stupid people tend to gravitate tward me lately.  I don't know why.  I really need an I'm with stupid t shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8.  Both kids are in school full time.  Big C gets up at 6:30 am then I get little C up at 7:15 then we get ready and go to the bus.  Then I get to go back to sleep until 11 or 12 and then get up and go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9.  I wish I had the money to play the lottery and to actually win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10.  I will soon be filing my divorce papers.  Then I can let the fun begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well,  I'm tired.  So, I'll be heading off to bed.  I might post again this week I just don't know yet.  If not I'll see ya all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115804141050806975?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115804141050806975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115804141050806975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115804141050806975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115804141050806975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-week-in-review.html' title='The last week in review.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115613526925280245</id><published>2006-08-20T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:41:09.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the stupid co-worker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I realize that you don't have to be a rocket scientist to work at UGH, but to be smarter than a three year old would help.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I heard a question asked of  a co-worker by a stupid co-worker.  That I haven't heard since my son was three.  Hot chicken had just come out of the deep fryer in the deli.  She looks at the deep fryer and asks is the oil hot will  it burn me.  It gets even better.  She sold like 4 pounds of sliced pastrami,  hell it's a deli,  then turns around and answers the phone and then has to ask another co-worker if we sell sliced pastrami.  Then later she was selling pastrami again and picked up a chub of turkey and asked if it was pastrami.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Damnit I close with this dumb assmonkey one night this week.  On a Friday damnit.  One of the busiest days of the week.  Then I close with a new girl on Saturday.  She's slower than shit so I will have a shit load more work to do.  Oh well, that's it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115613526925280245?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115613526925280245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115613526925280245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115613526925280245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115613526925280245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/08/attack-of-stupid-co-worker.html' title='Attack of the stupid co-worker.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115595107047241605</id><published>2006-08-18T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:31:10.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit I'm tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hell.  It's been a long week.  I'm tired and need to sleep.  I want to do something fun.  I went and signed hud papers today,  went to the bank to cash my paycheck,  and put gas in the car.   We had chinese for dinner.  Now,  Madame D.  is napping and I'm typing on here.  My darling Zevon is in Virginia now.  He's visiting his sister.  I feel a little lost without him here.  I love him and miss him bunches.  I'll be fine.  I only have about 2 and a half weeks left without him.  Then I'll see him smiling at me.  Well that's all for right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115595107047241605?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115595107047241605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115595107047241605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115595107047241605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115595107047241605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/08/shit-im-tired.html' title='Shit I&apos;m tired.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115527840604028867</id><published>2006-08-10T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:40:06.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I see stupid people they're everywhere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;God damnit I'm surrounded by assholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;First is the story of a stupid courtesy clerk.  She was sitting in the break room and told us she and her b/f were watching Munich.  She told us that she made him turn it off because.  Get this.  It wasn't very realistic.  Ok,  based on a true story isn't realistic.  She also said that history just seemed so irrelivent.  Without history we wouldn't have cars, planes, and she'd be married with like 10 kids.  Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The second stupid person of the day  was a hillbilly.  Picture if you will the heavy hillbilly accent.  Dirty jeans, a flannel shirt for a jacket,  a dirty t shirt under it,  and a nasty dirty baseball cap.  He comes to the deli at 9:15 pm.  Technically it closes at 9 but we're still there doing dishes and cleaning up for the night.  He wants a pound of potato salad.  So I weigh it up where he can see it and it's a pound.  He tells me to add more because, get this,  it doesn't look like a pound.  Almost a half a pound later he says that looks like a pound.  Then I weigh it up again and price it.  I tell him it's more like a pound and a half.  To which he says, "It better be some damn good tato salad when I'm paying the pound and a half price for a pound."  What a dumb fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh well,  that's it for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115527840604028867?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115527840604028867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115527840604028867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115527840604028867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115527840604028867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-see-stupid-people-theyre-everywhere.html' title='I see stupid people they&apos;re everywhere.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115506724416291817</id><published>2006-08-08T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T13:00:44.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thinking about trying to write spoof porn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok,  for anyone who has read my attempt at writing a sex scene for my vampire book.   Yes I could write really crappy porn novels.  Complete with quivering members and pouting nipples.  Yes,  Madame I think I could actually work in a few pouting nipples.  Though I'm wondering if a were-female would have more than two.  So,  the question is how the hell do you get 6-8 nipples to pout.  Of course they would have to be very disappointed.  Or at least 3-5 of them would be.  Yes,  I'm rambling.  Why???  Because I fucking feel like it.  Damnit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have to get rid of my cat.  He was spotted today.  Of course I lied and said he was my mom's and that she was in the hospital and he had to go to the vet today so my family dropped him off.  Well,  I think my darling Zevon is going to take him to the pound while I'm at work.  I am really sad about this he has been my baby for a year.  He was so weak he couldn't raise his head or walk when I got him.  Now he has to go away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My oldest is at church camp with his grandma and aunite baby bear.  Things are going to be ok I guess.   This week I learned I'm probably only working in the deli for the rest of this month.  Then I'm back to bagging groceries.  Yippy skippy.  Also I had a H.U.D. review this last month so my rent went up due to all the hours I've been getting in the deli.  So,  now instead of paying 237.00 per month  I'm now going to have to pay 324.00 per month.  That's a huge jump.  Also I got a letter yesterday that said that I had to call the garentor on my student loan.  The letter said you need to make arrangements for payments or we are taking your tax money until the debt is paid off.  Ok,  my student loan has been garnishing my paycheck for almost 2 years.  In that time instead of going down the total amount owed has gone up by almost 3,000.  So, now they are going to stop the garnishment and I have to pay 135.00 per month starting next month.  This month the payment is only 75.00.  That is because I'm getting garnished for two weeks.  At least I got my H.U.D. reinspection done, and it passed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have had a hell of a week.  There are a few things I won't put on here.  They are way TMI and besides they are not my TMI to share.  I also have a foodstamp review next week.  It's let see how much we can screw old Doublebagger and not give her a kiss.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My darling Zevon is leaving Monday to visit his sister in Virginia for three and a half weeks.  I will miss him dearly.  I love him so very much.  I also have a lot of insecurities about this.  I know he misses the east coast.  I see it in his face when he talks about it, and movies like Mystic Pizza make him homesick.  I think my biggest fear is that he will not come back, or that he'll meet someone he likes more.  I know in my heart this won't happen.  That he loves me and I love him,  but I don't know.  I'm just having  a bad week.  The lack of sleep isn't helping much.  This started out as such an upbeat post and now it's sad, lonely, and pathetic.  Damn I suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That's all for right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115506724416291817?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115506724416291817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115506724416291817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115506724416291817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115506724416291817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-thinking-about-trying-to-write.html' title='I&apos;m thinking about trying to write spoof porn.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115441056913442557</id><published>2006-07-31T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:36:09.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomarrow I'm back to work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I had today off.  I'm still tired as hell.  So,  I don't have a lot to say right now.  My job is taking all my creativity and flushing it down the toilet.  I tried to write tonight but I just couldn't.  I'm way too tired for that.  I don't know if I'll ever finish my book.  I might.  I'll see if I get any more ideas this week and then I'll try to write again.  I need to get some sleep.  Like that will happen any time soon.  I'm feeling a little depressed.  Maybe it's just my lack of sleep.   Oh well,  that will probably be all for a few days.  I don't know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Night all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115441056913442557?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115441056913442557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115441056913442557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115441056913442557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115441056913442557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/07/tomarrow-im-back-to-work.html' title='Tomarrow I&apos;m back to work.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115433313493678751</id><published>2006-07-31T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T01:05:34.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You gotta check this shit out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://visionz74.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://visionz74.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so hilarious you have all gotta check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115433313493678751?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115433313493678751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115433313493678751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115433313493678751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115433313493678751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-gotta-check-this-shit-out.html' title='You gotta check this shit out.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115406679839359377</id><published>2006-07-27T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:06:38.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired as hell and I don't wanna take it anymore.</title><content type='html'>I wish there was a solution to it besides sleep.  That really doesn't seem to be working too well.  I'm having trouble sleeping again.  Yippy.  That's it for now.  Maybe more tomarrow.  Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115406679839359377?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115406679839359377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115406679839359377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115406679839359377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115406679839359377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-tired-as-hell-and-i-dont-wanna-take.html' title='I&apos;m tired as hell and I don&apos;t wanna take it anymore.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115388271430473962</id><published>2006-07-25T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T19:58:34.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>testing testing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115388271430473962?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115388271430473962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115388271430473962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115388271430473962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115388271430473962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/07/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115385577854280505</id><published>2006-07-25T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T12:29:38.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what's wrong with this fucker.</title><content type='html'>I posted last night and this piece of shit lost it.  Damnit all to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115385577854280505?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115385577854280505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115385577854280505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115385577854280505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115385577854280505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dont-know-whats-wrong-with-this.html' title='I don&apos;t know what&apos;s wrong with this fucker.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115293371669639963</id><published>2006-07-14T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:21:56.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn myspace straight to hell....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damnit.  I tried to log into myspace and it wouldn't let me.  I don't post on there much.  It's more a way to keep in touch with other people I know from work and such.  But still.  It said there was an error.  This is like the third time it's done that to me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was told today by someone who claims to be psycic that I will have another baby.  Another boy.  I would hope it would be soon.  Not ten years from now.  I definately want another baby,  but I want it to be my darling Zevon's.  I love him so much.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He might be going to visit his sister on the east coast.  I told him I'm ok with it.  As long as he comes back to me.  I also told him if he didn't...Madame D.  and I were coming to hunt him down with his own guns.  Road trip.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok, that's all for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115293371669639963?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115293371669639963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115293371669639963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115293371669639963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115293371669639963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/07/damn-myspace-straight-to-hell.html' title='Damn myspace straight to hell....'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115267812094651953</id><published>2006-07-11T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:24:27.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Hassle the Hoff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok so today I was looking at:  &lt;a href="http://www.braindeadshithead.blogspot.com/"&gt;The shit heads&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What should I see there but not one but count them two. Yes two David Hasselhoff videos. One was for Secret Agent Man and the other was Get into my Car. I shudder to think of the horror these videos invoked. The crappy dancing and singing. The horror the uter and complete horror. This was not the worst part. The worst part was when I tried to stop the song. David Hasselhoff possesed my computer and kept playing secret agent man. I finally figured out that a second window had opened up and it was still playing on another window. It was damn creepy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here is an even creepier link. Play well:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.waxhoff.com/"&gt;Wax on Wax Hoff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well that's all for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="www.braindeadshitheads.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115267812094651953?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115267812094651953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115267812094651953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115267812094651953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115267812094651953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-hassle-hoff.html' title='Don&apos;t Hassle the Hoff.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115233144759621635</id><published>2006-07-07T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T21:04:07.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a few lists for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've decided to do a few lists of t.v. shows for ya all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;First my all time favorites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1.  All the law and orders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2.  CSI the original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3.  Angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4.  Medium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5.  House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6.  Manimal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7.  Quincy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8.  Supernatural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9.  South Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10.  Reba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The one's I hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1.  CSI New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2. Full House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;3.  Party of Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;4.  Dawson's Creek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;5.  Everwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;6.  One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;7.  90210&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;8.  Melrose Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;9.  The last few seasons of Buffy The Vampire Slayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;10.  The Banana Splits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The last one is because when I stay the night at my b/f house we usually watch that when we go to bed.  I hate that show.  You'll also notice a lot of the hate shows are no longer on the air and some of the like ones are too.  I don't know why I like or hate the shows I do.  It's just my opinion.  That's it for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115233144759621635?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115233144759621635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115233144759621635&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115233144759621635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115233144759621635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/07/heres-few-lists-for-you.html' title='Here&apos;s a few lists for you.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115224896633696427</id><published>2006-07-06T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T22:09:26.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last 10 days a week in review.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's been an intersting week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First off.  I worked in the deli department.  Now I'm hoping they let me transfer to the deli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next.  I got shorted on my paycheck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok, I'm sitting here eating an ambrosia dessert salad.  I'm so addicted.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday.  I was cleaning up a beer mess with a co-worker.  What should I hear?  "An uptown girl on a Saturday night"  This is the first line of the song "Maniac" from the movie "Flashdance."  This wouldn't be too bad if it was not being sang by a large man opera style.  This guy proceeded to sing the song through out the store.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today I had to do fundraising.  Prostate cancer fundraising.  UGH has been doing fundraising for the last 3 months straight.  First breast cancer, then jerry's kids, and finally we are now on prostate cancer.  The poor customers are so tired of shelling out money that we get the brunt of their displeasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Most of the new courtesy clerks are sucking at their jobs.  Everyone in the deli dept. want me to work with them.  I don't know what's going to happen there.  I'll keep ya posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The movie Ultra Violet is not worth anyone's time.  The fighting sucked and the plot was worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How many times can you film the same scene on a different set?  I don't know.  I watched this peice of shit at my man's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got fruit and the makings of a yogurt dip today I will mix it up tonight and tomarrow will be a fruit day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's it for right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115224896633696427?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115224896633696427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115224896633696427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115224896633696427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115224896633696427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-10-days-week-in-review.html' title='The last 10 days a week in review.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115164429913557786</id><published>2006-06-29T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:11:39.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired.</title><content type='html'>I might post in a couple of days.  Though I'm working 10 days straight.  Joy of joys.  I may not post again until next friday.  We'll see. That's it for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115164429913557786?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115164429913557786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115164429913557786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115164429913557786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115164429913557786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115156391548126990</id><published>2006-06-28T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:51:55.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You want me to do what????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tomarrow I "Doublebagger" will embark on a new journey of discovery.  I will be working in the deli dept.  of ye old UGH.  I've never done it before.  I don't know if I'll like it or not.  I was asked by the store manager if I would work in the deli Thurs., Fri., and Sat.  Also that if it worked out all around I could transfer depts.  if I wanted.  I don't know.  I don't like the idea of being low man on the totem pole in a dept.  I like being third from the top senority wise.  I don't know we'll see how it goes.  That's it for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115156391548126990?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115156391548126990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115156391548126990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115156391548126990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115156391548126990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-want-me-to-do-what.html' title='You want me to do what????'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115148291890957370</id><published>2006-06-28T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T01:21:58.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for more weird news!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Here from peoplepc:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officials Criticize 'Hooters for Neuters'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, June 27, 2006&lt;br /&gt;LOS ANGELES - Several city officials on Tuesday sharply criticized a planned bikini contest to raise money for spaying pets, saying the "Hooters for Neuters" event was degrading to women.&lt;br /&gt;Hosted by the Hooters restaurant chain, the July 13 fundraiser will donate money to the spay and neuter programs at Los Angeles Animal Services.&lt;br /&gt;"Are we going backward here?" said City Controller Laura Chick. "We are a city with all kinds of progressive programs that empower women and end discrimination in the workplace, and now we're being connected with a Hooters bikini contest. It isn't right."&lt;br /&gt;Councilwoman Jan Perry said the department's attempt to be creative in telling pet owners to sterilize their animals "crosses the line."&lt;br /&gt;"I was surprised and amazed with the photograph on the flier, and I don't think it projects a good image for the city of Los Angeles," Perry said.&lt;br /&gt;Animal Services Director Ed Boks apologized for making people upset, but said the "Charity Benefit Bikini Contest" would go on as scheduled.&lt;br /&gt;"These people have gone out of their way in helping us, and I would hate to deny these businesses from helping to save the lives of animals in our shelters," Boks said.&lt;br /&gt;Boks promised a more rigorous vetting process for future fundraisers.&lt;br /&gt;The fundraiser is not city-sponsored, but a promoting flier is posted on the Animal Services Web site.&lt;br /&gt;The original flier showed a bikini-clad woman, but the latest version shows a dog wearing a T-shirt that says "Hooters for Neuters."&lt;br /&gt;Boks said that the owners of Hooters approached him about the fundraiser a month ago. He said the ads were made without consulting the department.&lt;br /&gt;"When somebody steps up and says they want to help your agency raise money, your inclination is to say `Yes,'" Boks said. "But, we probably won't be involved in any future bikini contests."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So much for freedom of speech:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Man May Get Jail for Ticket Expletive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, June 27, 2006&lt;br /&gt;BERKLEY, Mich. - The parking fine was $10. But the comment Robert Militzer added to the check could land him in jail for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;The computer programmer from Allen Park got the ticket May 29. When Militzer wrote the check to Berkley District Court, he scribbled on the memo line, "BULL (expletive) MONEY GRAB."&lt;br /&gt;That got Militzer an in-person court appearance - on a contempt of court charge. He's scheduled to go before a judge Wednesday, accompanied by an American Civil Liberties Union attorney who will argue Militzer's remark is protected by the First Amendment.&lt;br /&gt;Militzer, 38, was ticketed for parking in front of a friend's house overnight. He said he obeyed signs prohibiting parking between 2 a.m. and 6 a.m. during previous visits, but the signs weren't there the morning he was cited.&lt;br /&gt;"I thought they were gaming me, collecting fines without giving people a fair chance to avoid it," Militzer told The Detroit News. "If the sign had been there, I knew what the law was. I would take my lumps and move on."&lt;br /&gt;Militzer said he realized the off-color notation "didn't solve anything." But, he added, "It let them know I felt they were being unfair."&lt;br /&gt;Richard Eshman, Berkley's public safety director, said Militzer could have requested a hearing to argue against the ticket. "There's an avenue for protesting that kind of thing," he said.&lt;br /&gt;ACLU lawyer Elsa Shartsis said Militzer's "choice of words may not be the best, and it may offend some people, but it's not illegal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;These are from msn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Damn is all I have to say for this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Compelling Explanations&lt;br /&gt;An Iowa tribunal turned down Chris T. Coppinger's demand for unemployment benefits in May, following his firing from a charitable fund-raising company in Davenport for various alleged indiscretions. Among the company's charges was that Coppinger had had sex on top of his desk with a co-worker, but Coppinger argued that that should not be a terminating offense, since many other company employees had had sex on his desk, too. [Des Moines Register, 5-15-06] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Give Up: Ronald Blankenship, a shoe repairman in Birmingham, Ala., finished second in June's Democratic primary for sheriff and was placed in a run-off, when the Birmingham News discovered details of an apparently shady past: faking his death in connection with an insurance policy, assault and passing bad checks. Blankenship's defense, a week later: It must be another Ronald Blankenship (even though "both" men have the same middle name and birth date and coincidentally are married to women with the same first, middle and maiden names). [Birmingham News, 6-13-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty Is the Best Policy? (1) Jonifer Jackson, 20, was arrested in Clarksville, Tenn., in April and charged with reckless endangerment for firing a 9 mm pistol while street-preaching (because, he told police, it was the only way he could get people to listen to him). (2) Phillip Daniels, 42, was arrested in Dallas in April, as the one who had set off five explosives in the previous two weeks (which he told Dallas' KXAS-TV were done just because he likes the sounds). (3) Yasuhisa Matsushita, 25, was arrested in Iwata, Japan, in March as the man who stole a high school girl's swimsuit, put it on, and pranced around in it while relieving himself because, he told police, "(I)t felt so good." [WSMV-TV (Nashville)-AP, 4-3-06] [KXAS-TV (Dallas), 4-4-06] [Mainichi Daily News, 3-4-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironies&lt;br /&gt;In May, in the midst of the Ford Motor Co.'s "Red, White &amp; Bold," buy-American ad campaign touting its classic Mustangs, the research firm CSM Worldwide (using statistics from the U.S. Department of Transportation) revealed that 35 percent of the 2006 Mustang's content came from overseas, and in fact, that five Honda models and seven Toyota models contained more U.S. content than the Mustang, including Toyota's Sienna minivan, which was 90 percent U.S. [Wall Street Journal, 5-11-06]&lt;br /&gt;More Ironies: (1) The May 10 tornado that hit Highland County, Ohio, touched down in the town of Hillsboro, along Wizard of Oz Drive. (2) In April, The Washington Post, covering outdoor press conferences by Capitol Hill legislators to decry the then-recent bump in gasoline prices, reported that the vehicle of choice for most of them returning to offices only a few blocks away was a gas-guzzling SUV, and in fact that several senators hopped into idling SUVs even to travel across the street from the Capitol to their offices. [WCMH-TV (Columbus), 5-11-06] [Washington Post, 4-27-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliches Come to Life&lt;br /&gt;(1) The Chicago Sun-Times reported in May that at least six homeless substance addicts had claimed that someone had paid them $5 each to vote for certain candidates in a recent Chicago school board election (but that a schools spokesman, after consulting the rules, said vote-buying in Chicago school board elections might not even be illegal). (2) London's Guardian reported in April that access to British dentists is becoming so difficult that in a recent week, 6,000 do-it-yourself crown-and-cap replacement kits had been sold to consumers. [Chicago Sun-Times, 5-20-06] [New York Times, 5-7-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creme de la Weird&lt;br /&gt;In May, a judge in Reno, Nev., sentenced Raymond Russell George, 58, to five consecutive life sentences for molesting three young girls over a two-year period, but George said he welcomes the prison time because it will give him a chance to use his comprehensive knowledge of the Bible to help inmates find Jesus. George is notorious also for his dreadful inattention to hygiene, which he said is necessary to keep fellow prisoners (his potential congregants) from getting too close to him. (Otherwise, he said, they "flick boogers at me and fart in my face.") [Reno Gazette-Journal, 5-17-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least Competent Criminals&lt;br /&gt;Flunking Finance 101: John Faux, 41, was arrested in Niagara Falls, N.Y., in April and charged with robbing a Key Bank branch of about $2,000; Faux had complained to the teller that he had clearly demanded not $2,000, but "$100 million," and the two were still arguing when the police arrived. And Tekle Zigetta, 45, pleaded guilty in Los Angeles in March to trying to smuggle $250 billion into the country (which Customs agents discovered, in the form of 250 bills of the denomination of $1 billion, bearing a picture of President Grover Cleveland). [Buffalo News, 4-18-06] [Reuters, 3-15-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates&lt;br /&gt;Veteran New England mobster Anthony St. Laurent, 64, was arrested again in April, in Providence, R.I., on loan-sharking charges. As with previous arrests, St. Laurent tried to convince the judge not to jail him because his colorectal condition required him to take 40 enemas a day, but the condition has apparently worsened, in that he now claims to need "to have his stool removed, biweekly," according to his lawyer. (Note: "Biweekly," meaning "every two weeks," is often used incorrectly to mean twice a week.) [Providence Journal, 4-14-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four weeks ago, News of the Weird reported that a "side business" of British farmer David Lucas was building gallows for export to Zimbabwe and other countries that still execute by hanging. After the story was widely reported in the British press, a man who identified himself as Lucas' sometime-business-partner told reporters that Lucas had been joking, that he had built only one gallows and was not actually in the business. At press time, it is unknown whether Lucas, or his partner, was telling the truth. [UPI, 6-1-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undignified Deaths&lt;br /&gt;(1) Recent incidents in which people were run over fatally by their own cars: a 62-year-old woman backing out of a parking space at a Wal-Mart in Kahului, Hawaii, in May (she had apparently opened the door to look behind her and fell out), and a 76-year-old woman visiting her husband's grave at Maple Grove Cemetery in New York City in April (details not reported). (2) A 67-year-old woman was killed in Houston in May when her car went out of control, swerved across a road, and slammed into the lead car of a funeral procession about to depart Guadalupe Funeral Home for the cemetery. The woman's family later announced that they would just leave the body at Guadalupe for funeral arrangements. [Maui News, 5-24-06] [MSNBC-AP, 5-1-06] [Houston Chronicle, 5-24-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That's all for tonight.  I thought you'd all enjoy reading about these.  You can read more here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Visit Chuck Shepherd daily at &lt;a class="abbylink" href="http://newsoftheweird.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;http://NewsoftheWeird.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a class="abbylink" href="http://www.NewsoftheWeird.com" target="_new"&gt;www.NewsoftheWeird.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115148291890957370?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115148291890957370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115148291890957370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115148291890957370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115148291890957370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-time-for-more-weird-news.html' title='It&apos;s time for more weird news!!!!'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115138610953853924</id><published>2006-06-26T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:28:29.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My neighbors are fucking insane.</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of what my neighbors did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7915/924/1600/Photo_062606_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7915/924/400/Photo_062606_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7915/924/1600/Photo_062606_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7915/924/400/Photo_062606_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The pictures aren't that good.  But there are two box springs, a matress, and a tv.  These came off the upstairs balcony.  The fucktard crackheads tossed these items into an area that my kids play in.  That is bullshit.  Then they proceed to call the cops.  The bitch they were throwing out was telling the cops that the crack pipe was in the second drawer on the right in the smaller bedroom.  That's right above my kids' bedroom.  That gives me a real feeling of comfort.  I've got to call the property managment company about this.  This is so much bullshit.  That's all there is for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115138610953853924?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115138610953853924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115138610953853924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115138610953853924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115138610953853924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-neighbors-are-fucking-insane.html' title='My neighbors are fucking insane.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115135456982026618</id><published>2006-06-26T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T13:42:49.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought it was time to make some changes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm feeling a bit snappy lately.  So, I decided it was time for a change around here.  It's way too fucking hot in this place.  I'm not feeling very girly right now so I figured a little pink is in order.  I had to run the dishwasher in this fucking heat.  I'm sweating like a pig.  I have a lot of shit to do today even though it's so hot.  I have to go down stairs and wash my work clothes and soon I need to shower.  I have a meeting tomarrow morning at 9 am and then I get to come home and sleep for a few hours.  Then go back to work and work until midnight.  I hate that fucking schedule.  Oh well I guess I'm lucky that It will be a little cooler during my shift than it would if I worked in the morning.  That's it for right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115135456982026618?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115135456982026618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115135456982026618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115135456982026618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115135456982026618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-thought-it-was-time-to-make-some.html' title='I thought it was time to make some changes.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115103110589927816</id><published>2006-06-22T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T19:51:46.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Weinerbitter!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Let me start this off by saying this is a real event.  Names have been changed to protect the inocent and the guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The scream was blood curdling.  The event shocking.  The door rattled as the little one tried to escape the lair of the weinerbitter.  The weinerbitter tried with all his might to not let the little one escape.  The little one finally flees the lair and yells he bit my weenie.  The story was later sorted out.  Someone yelled rampage and then the desaster started.  The little one bit the weinerbitter somewhere on his body. (the weinerbitter says the ear)  Then the weinerbitter bit the first thing that came near his mouth.  There was no marks on the pants or underware.  (though we've all skinned our knees with out damaging our pants)  The weiner on the other hand had teeth marks.  Teeth marks I tell ya.  Now the weinerbitter must do home service by way of cleaning and yard work.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The moral of this story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Let sleeping weinerbitters lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;That's it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115103110589927816?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115103110589927816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115103110589927816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115103110589927816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115103110589927816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/06/attack-of-weinerbitter.html' title='Attack of the Weinerbitter!!!!!!'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115086654732989318</id><published>2006-06-20T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:09:07.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No I'm not dead just busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So, I've been working a lot lately and my b/f internet got shut off.  So,  I haven't posted for awhile.  I've got a busy schedule this week.  Besides I have to have a little more time to work on the post I've been thinking about since yesterday.  I'll have it up for you all in the next couple of days.  That's it for tonight I've got to work early in the morning and still must shower.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115086654732989318?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115086654732989318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115086654732989318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115086654732989318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115086654732989318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-im-not-dead-just-busy.html' title='No I&apos;m not dead just busy.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-115007810264731794</id><published>2006-06-11T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T19:08:22.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well fuck me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I have a pile of laundry as tall as I am.  It's all clean too.  That's 5 loads washed dryed and folded.  One to be folded and one to be dryed and folded.  Then it all has to be put away.  That's just one week of laundry and my bedding.  So, now I must do another load of dishes.  I also vacuumed today.  Changed the litter box and swept and mopped the bathroom floor.  Damn, that's a lot of work.  Time to watch CSI do dishes and fold and put away laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-115007810264731794?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/115007810264731794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=115007810264731794&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115007810264731794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/115007810264731794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-fuck-me.html' title='Well fuck me!!'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114996926148572191</id><published>2006-06-10T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T12:55:02.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm evil 82%</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are 82% evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're the most evil person you know. The devil is even a little scared of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114996926148572191?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114996926148572191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114996926148572191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114996926148572191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114996926148572191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-evil-82.html' title='I&apos;m evil 82%'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114991550601582876</id><published>2006-06-09T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T21:58:26.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey all.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my birthday.  It was cool people at work took up a collection and bought me some presents.  Then I got home and Little C had used his book reward to get me a small bottle of nail polish, and Big C made me a card and put "We love you mommy.  Happy Birthday" on the computer screen in big letters.  The cat is being psycho tonight.  Running and climbing on shit.  I'm tired but I still have a lot of shit to do tonight.  That's it for right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114991550601582876?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114991550601582876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114991550601582876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114991550601582876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114991550601582876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-all.html' title='Hey all.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114973202839222759</id><published>2006-06-07T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T19:00:28.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damnit I've got blisters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Two of them right on top of my big toe on my right foot.  This so sucks ass.  I still have two days before I get another day off.  How sucktacular is that?  Oh well I have to make some dinner for me.  The evil shits have already ate.  Then I will go to bed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114973202839222759?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114973202839222759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114973202839222759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114973202839222759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114973202839222759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/06/damnit-ive-got-blisters.html' title='Damnit I&apos;ve got blisters.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114955655625104514</id><published>2006-06-05T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T18:15:56.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon to a grocery store near you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I don't understand a lot of shit.  I don't understand a lot of people.  I definately don't understand multibilliondollar corporations.  Ok, first off who the hell does Trojan think they are fooling.  Yes I'm talking about the condom company.  The new women's products.  HA!  The latest thing to invade your local condom aisle at your local UGH is......a vibrating cock ring.  It's called the vibrating ring.  I looked it up on the Trojan website and it gives the instructions for use.   Complete with pictures of an erect penis and step by step instructions on how to use this wonder of the modern world.  The sucker is $9.99, it has a battery life of only about 20 minutes, and it's disposable.  So, you pay $10 then you can only use this thing once and then only for 20 minutes.  It's like they are promoting bad sex.  Well, that's all there is for right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114955655625104514?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114955655625104514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114955655625104514&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114955655625104514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114955655625104514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/06/coming-soon-to-grocery-store-near-you.html' title='Coming soon to a grocery store near you.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114922574515546108</id><published>2006-06-01T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:22:25.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn 15 years and not a whole lot has changed.</title><content type='html'>I went to my baby sis's highschool awards ceremony tonght.  Not a whole lot has changed in the grand scheme of things.  The popular kids still get all the awards and shit.  My baby sis is getting screwed out of her band letter.  Fuck that we have unleashed the mom from hell on the school this next week.  She will get her letter or heads will roll.  (along with eyes)  The fundimental rule in my family is "You don't fuck with mom."  Mom will kill you and not bat an eye at it.  So, now the family baby is wondering why she didn't get her letter in band.  Mom says she will and has planned to go to the school this week to correct this latest round of bull shit.  My sis plays the alto sax.  She is damn good at it.  She should have gotten some kind of award, but as is usually the case the teacher's pet got all the awards.  The chior teacher boycotted the awards because she was not allowed to give any to her students.  My baby sis is in both chior and band.  She plays a damn good sax.,  and has the voice of an angel.  This is a serious travisty of justice.  That's it for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114922574515546108?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114922574515546108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114922574515546108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114922574515546108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114922574515546108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/06/damn-15-years-and-not-whole-lot-has.html' title='Damn 15 years and not a whole lot has changed.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114913957566049014</id><published>2006-05-31T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:26:15.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I haven't posted in a while.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm back for now.  I have tomarrow off and I'm going to an awards thing for Baby Bear.  She graduates next week.  I have to think about what I will post tomarrow.   I will have to make a nice long one for here and my myspace.  See ya all tomarrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114913957566049014?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114913957566049014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114913957566049014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114913957566049014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114913957566049014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-i-havent-posted-in-while.html' title='So, I haven&apos;t posted in a while.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114861143704141487</id><published>2006-05-25T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T19:43:57.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got to work a lot this week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm working 40 hrs this week.  I hate closing and I do that one day too.  The baby came home today.  He should be just fine.  That's it for right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114861143704141487?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114861143704141487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114861143704141487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114861143704141487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114861143704141487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-got-to-work-lot-this-week.html' title='I got to work a lot this week.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114845453976781187</id><published>2006-05-24T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T00:10:24.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Happy birthday a day late but better than nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. You look like a monkey and smell like one too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Happy birthday, happy birthday, want and sorrow fill the air people dying everywhere so happy birthday happy birthday to you. You're getting old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Just kidding I love ya Baby Bear. Happy late birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114845453976781187?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114845453976781187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114845453976781187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114845453976781187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114845453976781187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114827121679582221</id><published>2006-05-21T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:13:36.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My nephew is a very sick little man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My nephew is in the hospital.  He just had closed heart surgury.  He's a tiny little man.  I hope he gets better soon.  That's it for right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114827121679582221?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114827121679582221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114827121679582221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114827121679582221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114827121679582221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-nephew-is-very-sick-little-man.html' title='My nephew is a very sick little man.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114801981525076308</id><published>2006-05-18T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:23:35.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No ghost stories at night</title><content type='html'>Me and Madame D were looking at the UGH security gaurds site and clicked on the link for t.a.p.s.  He belongs to a group that investigates paranormal shit.  He's supposed to put up pics soon.  I will put up a link when he does.  Oh well.  I'm watching  South Park.  I love that show.  Even though people think it's stupid.  I think a lot of regular t.v. is stupid.  Ok that's enough for right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114801981525076308?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114801981525076308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114801981525076308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114801981525076308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114801981525076308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-ghost-stories-at-night.html' title='No ghost stories at night'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114792896002117540</id><published>2006-05-17T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:09:20.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yeah it's not very original I have like 6 posts titled that.  Oh fucking well.  I'm really fucking tired and don't care about shit right now.  Just thought I'd let everyone know I'm still alive.  That's it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114792896002117540?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114792896002117540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114792896002117540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114792896002117540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114792896002117540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m so tired.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114766708375189076</id><published>2006-05-14T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T21:24:43.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I realized something today.</title><content type='html'>My mom came and picked us up to go see the new baby.   It was all well and good.  I thought we'ld stay awhile and then be able to come home.  Well lets see I realized for sure that my brother is the favorite.  She mooned and fawned over the new grandbaby while her other grandsons weren't allowed to see the baby.  She had also showed up while I was cooking dinner so they hadn't eaten.  We got home at like 7:45 after telling her repeatedly that I needed to get the kids home and fed.  They are just now in the shower and it's almost 9:30.  Big C is pissed off at the world right now.  Little C doesn't understand why grandma said he can't see the baby.  I think it was a bad idea to go.  She took lots of pictures of the new baby.  Little C wonders why grandma doesn't want to take any pics of him.  Oh well that's it for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114766708375189076?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114766708375189076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114766708375189076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114766708375189076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114766708375189076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-realized-something-today.html' title='I realized something today.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114764294109314657</id><published>2006-05-14T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T14:42:21.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a nephew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't have any pics, but hopefully soon I will.  He was born at about 11:30 last night.  He is 8 lbs. 1 oz.  and was 21 inches long.  The exact same measurments as Big C.  That is a bit creepy.  Baby Bear says he has big feet.  So did Big C.  Big C was born at 10:28 on Oct.  4.  This new baby in the family was born on May 13th ten days after his daddies birthday and 9 day before his auntie baby bear.  He is also born 26 days before his auntie Doublebagger's birthday.  I love babies.  I hope I get to see pics soon.  Hope grandma didn't forget the camera.  That's it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114764294109314657?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114764294109314657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114764294109314657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114764294109314657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114764294109314657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-nephew.html' title='I have a nephew.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114758778834868888</id><published>2006-05-13T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:23:08.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm drinking coffee at this hour.</title><content type='html'>WTF?  I shouldn't be, but I have a hangover and it seems to help.  I had fun last night watching TCSM and Army of Darkness.  We watched House of the Dead Two today.  I would not advise the watching of that craptastic crapfest.  It is the cheesiest movie that I've seen in a while that wasn't meant to be cheesy.  I think the world should revolve around me.  It would make life a whole lot more interesting.  Just kidding that's way too much responsibility for me.  I like a certain degree of freedom.  At least now I know what I have to do and what I don't.  Well that's it for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114758778834868888?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114758778834868888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114758778834868888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114758778834868888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114758778834868888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-drinking-coffee-at-this-hour.html' title='I&apos;m drinking coffee at this hour.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114739611218198095</id><published>2006-05-11T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T18:08:32.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The aliens did it I tell you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So, I've been reading the "Ashes" series by William W. Johnstone this series had 32 books.  I over the course of the books grew to care about the main characters.  Especially Ben Raines, Jersey, Cooper, Beth, Corrie, Buddy Raines, and all the others.  They killed off Buddy in an ambush.  Ok all well and good I think that's way better than how the others are taken out.  They all get killed by an alien virus unleashed by aliens from outerspace.  That is the most fucked up way I can think of for them to die.  It was a great story and I was reading along as I usually do.  Then all of a sudden the aliens arive.  All I can think at that point is  WTF?  Now I'm going to read the after book.  Called the Last Rebel Survivor.  We'll see if the aliens rear their ugly heads again.  Who knows?  I guess it is one way to end a 20 year series.  I would have thought the world would be blown up.  Oh well.  That's it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114739611218198095?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114739611218198095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114739611218198095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114739611218198095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114739611218198095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/05/aliens-did-it-i-tell-you.html' title='The aliens did it I tell you.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114732434348099154</id><published>2006-05-10T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:12:23.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has all the chocolate gone?</title><content type='html'>I went looking for the candybars I bought earlier in the week and they are all gone.  There were fifteen of the fuckers and now there are none and I didn't even get one.  What the fuck is up with that?  I also bought two cans of frosting and now that's gone too.  Why the fuck does everyone eat my chocolate?  I need it, now all I have is fucking chex mix.  Damnit.  That's all for now I must search some more.  If I don't find any heads are gonna roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114732434348099154?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114732434348099154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114732434348099154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114732434348099154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114732434348099154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/05/where-has-all-chocolate-gone.html' title='Where has all the chocolate gone?'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114715407828824762</id><published>2006-05-08T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T22:54:38.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok so I'm guess this makes me an ass.</title><content type='html'>Oh well.  I'm totally for the death penlty, and feel it should be applied more often.  It should also be used for things like the dealing of hard drugs.   Fuck this life in prison bullshit.  Why should I support your baby raping ass?  Child molesters should be executed.  I'm all for bringing back hard labor.  I think everyone should do some kind of work.  Why should my ass support a welfare queen?  There are exceptions.  If you're old you should be taken care of.  If you're a child you should be taken care of.  I agree with the fact that if there are no criminals there will be no crime.  Also Fuck this leathal injection bullshit.  Lets bring back hanging and the firing squad.  If that don't put the fear of god in someone I don't know what will.  If you are 16 and kill someone in cold blood for no reason, and have no remorse.  Hell should be where you're imprisoned.  I'm sorry but in this day and age when a criminal can walk into your house and brutally rape a mans wife and he comes home, catches the guy, and shoots him.  Then he goes to jail and his family loses everything because the criminal or his family sues and wins.  The reason you might ask.  Because the man himself was in no danger.  It is a sad day in America when you can't protect you and yours.  That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114715407828824762?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114715407828824762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114715407828824762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114715407828824762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114715407828824762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-so-im-guess-this-makes-me-ass.html' title='Ok so I&apos;m guess this makes me an ass.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114715083264975259</id><published>2006-05-08T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T22:00:32.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've decided to do a question of the week.  Sometimes it will be more of a moral delema.  So, here is week one's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The love of your life and a small child are in danger.  You can save one or you can risk your own life and try to save both.  Do you save one or both?  Which one do you save first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm interested in the answers to these questions.  They are not easy so take your time and think before you answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114715083264975259?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114715083264975259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114715083264975259&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114715083264975259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114715083264975259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-would-you-do.html' title='What would you do?'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114698154018075172</id><published>2006-05-06T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:59:00.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what's wrong with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I just need to do something for me.  I don't know what.  I think I might write and make brownies tonight.  I just want some chocolate.  I don't know.  I'm confused.  Maybe I'm just tired.  I love my friends my family and my kids.  I love spending time with them, but I just feel lonely lately.  Even when I'm with my friends.  I'm not completely depressed.  Just mildly.  That's enough ranting for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114698154018075172?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114698154018075172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114698154018075172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114698154018075172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114698154018075172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-know-whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='I don&apos;t know what&apos;s wrong with me.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114689973485181198</id><published>2006-05-06T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:15:34.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok, I'm so drunk.  I've only had two mike's hard crisp apple's and I'm feeling fine.   I'm even too drunk to take advantage of myself.  I'm gonna need to shower tomarrow.  Ok,  I gotta go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114689973485181198?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114689973485181198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114689973485181198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114689973485181198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114689973485181198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/05/kiss-me.html' title='kiss me'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114680399960186347</id><published>2006-05-04T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:39:59.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a new pic.</title><content type='html'>If not for here than for my myspace.  I'm thinking on an outfit.  I don't know.  I might even fix my hair and makeup for the pic.  I can be girly once in a while.  I'm thinking about dressing up a bit for the movie if not full out maybe just hair and makeup.  I just found my black eyeliner.  ooohhhaaahhhh black eyeliner.  I like being a girl. I was actually looked at like I was lying today when I said I was a girl at work.  Do those tits in the pic look like a boys?  I think not.  Well that's all for right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114680399960186347?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114680399960186347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114680399960186347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114680399960186347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114680399960186347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-need-new-pic.html' title='I need a new pic.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114673067171799500</id><published>2006-05-04T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:17:51.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok so I'm gonna try to write this weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's been so long since I worked on my vampire book.  I think I'll try to get some of chapter 2 written this weekend.  Chapter two is titled Tanya's Story.  It will cover what happened on the night that Stephen came home to find three of his four children dead.  It will also talk about the pregnacy and delivery of the fifth child.  The story will be told by Tanya to Stephen.  This is how he will find out about his youngest son.  I don't know how it will turn out yet.  As I don't know anything until the story takes me there.  Some people write on paper first.  Some make an outline.  I just sit down at the computer when my head gets full and pour it all out my fingers.   It seems that my head is getting too full again.  My brain is also getting ahead of itself with ideas for the next few chapters.  That means it's time for Tanya to tell her story, and then it will be time for Stephanie to tell her story which will be very different from any of the others.  Eventually I hope to add what happened to Stephen in the three years in between the discovery of the childrens bodies and his appearance in Longview.  Though we will have to see what my fingers have to say about that.  I have to get some sleep to let my weary mind rest.  I also must think on some of the ideas I've gotten from reading war books.   NO I don't plan to plagerize anything.  It' s just I know nothing of military tactics or weopons.  Therefore I need to read up on this kind of thing.  I wouldn't know an M16 from a grenade if it weren't for the war books I've been reading.  Nor would I know anything about white phospheous or morter rounds.   How can you fight a war against vampires without these valuable items?  I ask you.   That's it for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114673067171799500?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114673067171799500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114673067171799500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114673067171799500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114673067171799500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-so-im-gonna-try-to-write-this.html' title='Ok so I&apos;m gonna try to write this weekend.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114661155687473886</id><published>2006-05-02T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:12:36.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for weird news from msn and people pc online.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Once again it's pc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers at several nursery schools in Oxfordshire, England, have been encouraging kids to learn the verse "Baa, baa, black sheep/Have you any wool?" without the word "black," but in its place a variety of emotions (e.g., "Baa, baa, sad sheep") or colors (including "Baa, baa, rainbow sheep") because they believe that kids with black skin might feel disrespected. According to a March Cox News Service dispatch from London, the campaign seems of a piece with a UK media flurry in 2003 suggesting changing the ending to Humpty Dumpty so that he receives merely a mild bump instead of shattering. [Duluth News Tribune-Cox News Service, 3-22-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Smell ya later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China's Xinhua news agency reported in March that the police department in Nanjing has gone beyond fingerprints and now has a data bank of smells taken from criminals and crime scenes to aid police dogs in investigations. Officials say that storing the scents at minus-18 degrees Celsius retards degradation for at least three years, and already, they say, the bank of 500 odors has led to the identification of 23 suspects. [BBC News, 3-16-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) The Nigerian Football Association advised its referees in March that they could accept money from teams (since "bribery" is considered part of the way of life in Nigeria), but that they should only pretend to agree to treat the briber favorably because they have a duty to call a game fairly. (2) Joshua Abeyta was charged with arson in Thornton, Colo., in February after he allegedly set fire to the Grand Auto Pontiac dealership, doing $300,000 damage; according to police, Abeyta had no connection to the company except that he was angry with his mother, who drives a Pontiac. [Reuters, 3-31-06] [WKMG-TV (Orlando)-AP, 2-15-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A quack is a quack is  a quack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiropractor James Burda of Athens, Ohio, advertises a miraculous cure in which he sends patients, via telepathy, back to the origin of an injury so they can understand the pain and make adjustments. Dr. Burda says he need not meet the patient, nor even talk by phone, because e-mail works perfectly well, even for people who want chiropractic treatment for their pet. According to his Web site, he discovered his skill by accident, while driving around one day. Not surprisingly, the Ohio State Chiropractic Board announced in April that it would hold a hearing to review Burda's work. [Plain Dealer (Cleveland), 4-6-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't even have words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staten Island, N.Y., bus driver Michael Cianci, 38, was charged in April with child-endangerment for allegedly setting up a hierarchical social structure to enforce discipline among the Tottenville sixth-graders who rode what he called his "Death Cheese Bus." Cianci, who was the "Emperor," had a 12-tiered ranking system, from "Lord" to the low-end "Speds" ("special education" students). Police said Cianci permitted his high-ranking enforcers to rough up misbehaving kids. [New York Post, 2-3-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creativity in Perversion: Paul Daniel Metcalf Jr., 39, was arrested in Asheville, N.C., in April and accused of two incidents in which he allegedly doused female department store shoppers with his semen, at least once (according to a store's surveillance camera) by spitting it at a woman through a straw. [Asheville Citizen-Times, 4-13-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why hospitals have lawyers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Children's Hospital of Orange County (Calif.) announced new rules to guard against wrong-site surgery after a January incident in which doctors opened up the wrong side of a child's skull to remove a brain tumor, only to realize, after finding no such tumor, that it was on the other side. (According to the surgeons, they merely sewed up the first site and proceeded to the correct side, without complication.) (2) Dr. Mary Ellen Beatty was suspended and fined $20,000 by the Florida Board of Medicine in April for a wrong-finger surgery, her third wrong-site error in five years. [Los Angeles Times, 3-29-06] [Tampa Tribune, 4-8-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People Who Shouldn't Have Played with Matches: (1) An unnamed man in his 80s, whom neighbors said "hated everybody," was killed in Downey, Calif., in January after attempting revenge by putting an explosive in a neighbor's home but accidentally setting his arm on fire, which then set off his bomb. (2) A 49-year-old woman died in a fire in Milwaukee in January when, trying to get her boyfriend's attention, she stood angrily beside his bed and flicked lit matches onto his sheet-clad body, until a fire started. She was eventually overcome with smoke, but the boyfriend and the five others in the house survived. [WKMG-TV (Orlando)-AP, 1-9-06] [Milwaukee Journal Sentinel, 1-23-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And now from people pc:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Look before you sit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart Worker Finds Man Glued to Toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALISBURY, Md. - A 20-year-old was found by a Wal-Mart employee in the bathroom Sunday night after he sat down and was glued to the toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;The man, whose name was not released by police, was taken to the hospital late Sunday night, said Lt. Cheryl Rantz of the Salisbury Police Department.&lt;br /&gt;"The man had gone into the bathroom and sat down," she said. "He was banging on the wall when the employee came in."&lt;br /&gt;Rantz said the man was treated and released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;One hell of a generation gap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple, 33 and 104, Reportedly Marry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUALA LUMPUR, Malaysia - A 33-year-old man in northern Malaysia has married a 104-year-old woman, saying mutual respect and friendship had turned to love, a news report said Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;It was Muhamad Noor Che Musa's first marriage and his wife's 21st, according to The Star newspaper which cited a report in the Malay-language Harian Metro tabloid.&lt;br /&gt;Muhamad, an ex-army serviceman said he found peace and a sense of belonging after meeting Wook Kundor, whom he said he initially sympathized with because she was childless, old and alone, the report said.&lt;br /&gt;"I am not after her money, as she is poor," Muhamad reportedly said. "Before meeting Wook, I never stayed in one place for long."&lt;br /&gt;He said he hoped to help his new bride to master Roman script while she taught him Islamic religious knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;The report did not say if any of Wook's previous 20 husbands are still alive.&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian Muslim men are allowed by their religion to take up to four wives at a time, but reports of women who marry more than once are rare. Muslim women do not practice polygamy.&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia's 26 million population comprises about 60 percent Muslims, almost all ethnic Malays. Large ethnic Chinese and Indian minorities are Buddhists, Hindus or Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We are really making stupid people these days aren't we.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poll Shows Many Can't Find La. on Map&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON - Despite the wall-to-wall coverage of the damage from Hurricane Katrina, nearly one-third of young Americans recently polled couldn't locate Louisiana on a map and nearly half were unable to identify Mississippi.&lt;br /&gt;Americans between the ages of 18 and 24 fared even worse with foreign locations: six in 10 couldn't find Iraq, according to a Roper poll conducted for National Geographic.&lt;br /&gt;"Geographic illiteracy impacts our economic well-being, our relationships with other nations and the environment, and isolates us from the world," National Geographic president John Fahey said in announcing a program to help remedy the problem. It's hoping to enlist businesses, nonprofit groups and educators in a bid to improve geographic literacy.&lt;br /&gt;Planned is a five-year, multimedia campaign called My Wonderful World that will target children 8 to 17. The goal is to motivate parents and educators to expand geographic offerings in school, at home and in their communities.&lt;br /&gt;They will have their task cut out for them, judging by the results of the survey of 510 people interviewed in December and January.&lt;br /&gt;Among the findings:&lt;br /&gt;- One-third of respondents couldn't pinpoint Louisiana on a map and 48 percent were unable to locate Mississippi.&lt;br /&gt;- Fewer than three in 10 think it important to know the locations of countries in the news and just 14 percent believe speaking another language is a necessary skill.&lt;br /&gt;- Two-thirds didn't know that the earthquake that killed 70,000 people in October 2005 occurred in Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;- Six in 10 could not find Iraq on a map of the Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;- While the outsourcing of jobs to India has been a major U.S. business story, 47 percent could not find the Indian subcontinent on a map of Asia.&lt;br /&gt;- While Israeli-Palestinian strife has been in the news for the entire lives of the respondents, 75 percent were unable to locate Israel on a map of the Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;- Nearly three-quarters incorrectly named English as the most widely spoken native language.&lt;br /&gt;- Six in 10 did not know the border between North and South Korea is the most heavily fortified in the world. Thirty percent thought the most heavily fortified border was between the United States and Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;Joining in the effort to improve geographic knowledge will be the 4-H, American Federation of Teachers, Asia Society, Association of American Geographers, National Basketball Association, National Council of La Raza, National PTA, Smithsonian Institution and others.&lt;br /&gt;"Geography exposes children and adults to diverse cultures, different ideas and the exchange of knowledge from around the world," said Anna Marie Weselak, president of the National PTA. "This campaign will help make sure our children get their geography - so they can become familiar with other cultures during their school years and move comfortably and confidently in a global economy as adults."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You really can find anything on ebay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China Paper: Man Buys Fighter Jet on EBay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEIJING - A Chinese businessman has bought a MiG-21f plane from a U.S. seller on the online auction Web site eBay for $24,730 and plans to use it to decorate an empty space at his offices, a newspaper reported Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;The Beijing News newspaper identified the Chinese buyer as Zhang Cheng.&lt;br /&gt;"I like to collect valuable items. I have the buying power and my company has an empty space where I can display the plane," the newspaper quoted Zhang as saying.&lt;br /&gt;The eBay Web site for the transaction shows the plane is currently located in Lewiston, Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;It said the fighter jet, last flown in 1995, has been inspected by a museum and found to be in excellent condition.&lt;br /&gt;The seller was only identified by the username "inkgirle."&lt;br /&gt;The Beijing News quoted Zhang as saying he learned from the seller's son by telephone that the fighter jet was retired by the Czech military.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't immediately clear if the fighter jet can be imported into China. Zhang said he is waiting for government authorities to get back to him, The Beijing News reported.&lt;br /&gt;An operator at China's customs department said no one was available for comment.&lt;br /&gt;"There is the precedent of a Chinese company buying a retired aircraft carrier, but I don't know if this jet plane is a banned item," Zhang reportedly said.&lt;br /&gt;Zhang was apparently referring to the Soviet-built Minsk aircraft carrier that a Chinese company bought and converted into a floating theme park in the southern city of Shenzhen. The company went bankrupt and recently put the ship up for sale.&lt;br /&gt;The report gave no indication where in China Zhang was located.&lt;br /&gt;eBay's government relations department didn't immediately respond to a reporter's e-mail seeking comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;That's all the weird new I saw fit to put up today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114661155687473886?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114661155687473886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114661155687473886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114661155687473886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114661155687473886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-time-for-weird-news-from-msn-and.html' title='It&apos;s time for weird news from msn and people pc online.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11410782.post-114661006521897154</id><published>2006-05-02T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:47:45.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Today is all about the wonders of avoiding house work.  Why else would I be posting in the middle of the afternoon.  I have cleaning to do and don't wanna do it.   I would much rather climb back into bed and be done with the rest of today.  Well now I have only one neighbor left I think.  I may have two.  One above for sure, and maybe one below.  I'm not so sure about that one.  I'm one of the few left.  The one's down stairs and over and the one's next door moved out on sunday.  So, now it's just me.   I wouldn't have minded except now my kids have no one to play with really.  The kids they played with all lived in the same apartment down stairs.  So, what to do now?  Someone else will move in eventually.  Well that's all for right now.  I must do house work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ttfn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11410782-114661006521897154?l=doublebagger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/feeds/114661006521897154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11410782&amp;postID=114661006521897154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114661006521897154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11410782/posts/default/114661006521897154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doublebagger.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-all.html' title='Hello all.'/><author><name>Deli mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15338501694816330454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
