<?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-23146589</id><updated>2011-11-15T04:59:32.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulpshopgirl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-3680956305930162719</id><published>2009-01-07T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:42:26.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>I got a new computer today. It's crazy fast and much more fancy than my little Powerbook G4. I have to say though, I'm kind of sad about letting the old one go. It was so good to me until it got all bogged down and slow. The straw that broke poor G4's back was when it couldn't upgrade it's flash player to allow online Scrabble playing. Goodbye old friend. Thanks for all the good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-3680956305930162719?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3680956305930162719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=3680956305930162719' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/3680956305930162719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/3680956305930162719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-3252428430296477836</id><published>2008-11-02T20:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:20:53.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Twin Peaks Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Halloween was an awesome good time this year! Twin Peaks galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole crew:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/SQ6Fg_3_UUI/AAAAAAAAARg/ANUQwusluc4/s1600-h/IMG_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/SQ6Fg_3_UUI/AAAAAAAAARg/ANUQwusluc4/s320/IMG_0860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264291816391266626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Clouse was born for this role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/SQ6Fgtqw4RI/AAAAAAAAARY/VoZG_QwcCPI/s1600-h/IMG_0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/SQ6Fgtqw4RI/AAAAAAAAARY/VoZG_QwcCPI/s320/IMG_0864.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264291811503956242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whispers of who killed her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/SQ6FgrSytdI/AAAAAAAAARQ/NYYtjkxcItI/s1600-h/IMG_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/SQ6FgrSytdI/AAAAAAAAARQ/NYYtjkxcItI/s320/IMG_0866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264291810866542034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up doc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/SQ6FgZs_ExI/AAAAAAAAARI/8Iqa-80T-AM/s1600-h/IMG_0867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/SQ6FgZs_ExI/AAAAAAAAARI/8Iqa-80T-AM/s320/IMG_0867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264291806144566034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you slam your head into a mirror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/SQ6FgOEhVvI/AAAAAAAAARA/pb0vg3eXldU/s1600-h/IMG_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/SQ6FgOEhVvI/AAAAAAAAARA/pb0vg3eXldU/s320/IMG_0858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264291803022055154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I post this, I'm listening to the tape I made for Dianne detailing the night. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I've gone this long without a handheld tape recorder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-3252428430296477836?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3252428430296477836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=3252428430296477836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/3252428430296477836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/3252428430296477836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/very-twin-peaks-halloween.html' title='A Very Twin Peaks Halloween!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/SQ6Fg_3_UUI/AAAAAAAAARg/ANUQwusluc4/s72-c/IMG_0860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-2694095654161636490</id><published>2008-10-21T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:05:37.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweet.</title><content type='html'>I &lt;3 twitter for the incredible ease with which it can be used. Internet pals, it's worth a try, sign up now if you haven't already. Also, Leonard Nemoy (sp?) is in the episode of Columbo that I am watching now. What a good roll for him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-2694095654161636490?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2694095654161636490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=2694095654161636490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/2694095654161636490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/2694095654161636490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/tweet.html' title='Tweet.'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-7005634090419366565</id><published>2008-10-01T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:44:19.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The future</title><content type='html'>I have just joined twitter, as suggested by anatomist, which seems fun. It gives me the feeling that I am embarking on the 'future' world where we don't have to do anything but look at a computer to know everything that is going on in everyone's life. In a way, terrifying but also very suited to my love of voyerism and spying. I'm considering making a facebook page although that one seems less geared towards stalking than myspace (myspying, if you will) which is too bad. Oh future, how you endlessly amaze me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-7005634090419366565?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7005634090419366565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=7005634090419366565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/7005634090419366565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/7005634090419366565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/future.html' title='The future'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-7893223697604632061</id><published>2008-09-07T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:07:26.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 25th! Are you fucking kidding me!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been that long. I mean, I knew it had been a while, but seriously, that's crazy talk! Well, I guess I don't have to say it's been a crazy busy summer, you probably figured as much. My job has been wacky and just when it's supposed to slow down, we have an elephant baby. It's a good thing he's so cute... I think they're still taking votes for his name on the oregon zoo website if anyone's really bored. I got to meet him the other day when I brought the keepers food and he snotted on my short-pants. One of the few major perks to my job. &lt;br /&gt;I have a bitchin' cold right now (mere weeks after my semi anual strep throat, thanks very much 'god of health') and am trying to pull together a very last minute final trailer trip that shall start with hardcori's wedding. Although I have been a very absent internet friend, please cross your internet fingers that I can get my truck into and out of the shop in time for this whole shebang to work out. I'd like to say that someday I won't leave everything to the last minute, but I know that's not ever going to be the case and I guess it wouldn't be as exciting if it was, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-7893223697604632061?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7893223697604632061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=7893223697604632061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/7893223697604632061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/7893223697604632061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/june-25th-are-you-fucking-kidding-me.html' title='June 25th! Are you fucking kidding me!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-7744899459556690735</id><published>2008-06-25T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:09:34.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hells Yeah!</title><content type='html'>Hello all! It's your long lost friend who does nothing but work all the time! Well, that's not entirely true. I have done much rocking out and a wee bit of sleeping. Sasquatch! was amazing. Three nights in tent-city with so much booze, so many good bands and a lot of Canadians. The Cure played for over three hours - everything you could hope to hear except 'Love Cats' pretty much. Flight of the Concords were adorable - they wore complimentary tuxedo shirts (one white, one black). Sadly I didn't make out with either of them, but maybe someday. As for the rest, there's too many to count and they were all good (except for the awful awfulness of the Mars Volta - worst live band ever!). I blacked out apparently sometime during Modest Mouse and into REM, so that was a good night. The beers inside the show were $11 man cans therefore it was very fortunate that we brought cases and cases of our own beer to drink before hand (hence the blacking out). All in all, one of the best times ever. Raven has bunch of great pictures of us doing such exciting things as 'posing as our spirit animals' on her myspace page. I suggest you check them out if you're bored. I, being the lame ass that I am, took no pictures except for the one on my phone of Raven holding many $11 beers. Anyhoo, sorry I've been so absent, oh internet pals. I just finished another 9 day work week and now I'm going to do some more rocking out. XOXO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-7744899459556690735?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7744899459556690735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=7744899459556690735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/7744899459556690735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/7744899459556690735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/hells-yeah.html' title='Hells Yeah!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-3290771080063900995</id><published>2008-05-13T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:06:37.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Born to Run, I Am</title><content type='html'>Once again, the neglecting of the blog. It will only get worse as summer hits, I'm sure, so color me unreliable. Many things have happened in the last bit; all of which I am frankly too tired to mull over and write about. This is the first night in a while that I have come home straight from work, with no real plans and nothing to do but a touch of laundry and some jeopardy watching. It's sad that that's exciting and even more sad that nights like this will be all I have to look forward to once I start my new all-early-all-the-time work thing. 7...7:30 at the latest. There should be laws against such hours of the morning. I will write more later, just wanted to check in internet pals. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and let's all give a big internet high five to KFR! F yes my friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-3290771080063900995?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3290771080063900995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=3290771080063900995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/3290771080063900995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/3290771080063900995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/born-to-run-i-am.html' title='Born to Run, I Am'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-2869704506397466796</id><published>2008-03-29T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T19:54:13.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R-7-gs8QM5I/AAAAAAAAALk/7Hf3v25LH4c/s1600-h/baby_bruce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R-7-gs8QM5I/AAAAAAAAALk/7Hf3v25LH4c/s320/baby_bruce.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183360058923168658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, folks, last night I had the honor of seeing the motha fuckin' Boss in concert! It ruled. He played a lot of stuff from his new album, which Raven luckily got for me a few months ago, but he also played some old stuff, like my theme song Born to Run! The most enjoyable part, though, was watching the band interact. The've been doing this for so long and still seem to genuinely love playing together. Bruce and Steve Van Zandt (who is funny to see in a different setting from his role as Silvio on the Sopranos) shared the microphone a lot, like they are they best of friends. At one point Bruce sponged off Max Weinberg's neck with some sort of damp cloth, which was so cute and later there was a part in a song where only the two of them were playing. They stared at each other through the whole part as though they were making sweet musical love in front of us all. Boy howdy! All in all, an amazing show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-2869704506397466796?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2869704506397466796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=2869704506397466796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/2869704506397466796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/2869704506397466796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/boss.html' title='The Boss!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R-7-gs8QM5I/AAAAAAAAALk/7Hf3v25LH4c/s72-c/baby_bruce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-1051947641108468412</id><published>2008-03-10T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:03:42.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the crap did February go?</title><content type='html'>I mean, really, it's shorter than other months but not by that much. Anyways, I've got not one but two amazing shows to look forward to now! The first, The Boss, is less than three weeks away! OMG, I might die and I will definetely sob through at least one, if not several of his songs. Also, saturday we purchased tickets to Sasquatch Music Festival on memorial day weekend. The line up if f-ing amazing. The original draw was The Cure since this is their replacement to their cancelled show, but upon further review, we decided that not a day was to be missed of the three. MIA, REM, Modest Mouse, Mars Volta, The New Pornographers to name just a few. The band I am most excited about (KFR you'll appreciate this) The motha ucking Flight of the Conchords! Aaahh! I will be in the presence of my boyfriends Brett and Jemaine!! I can't wait, I am so hitting on at least one of them if at all possible...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-1051947641108468412?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1051947641108468412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=1051947641108468412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/1051947641108468412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/1051947641108468412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-crap-did-february-go.html' title='Where the crap did February go?'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-9138834587173491742</id><published>2008-02-06T19:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:12:05.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine and Adri's Anual Birthday Party!</title><content type='html'>Hi all! Long time no blog! Since I posted last, I have turned 27! Ooh, I know, it's almost too exciting. What was exciting was mine and Adri's anual birthday party...this years theme...dead celebrities! Sadly, Heath Ledger died like 2 days before the party and 3 or 4 jerks came as him (p.s. the radio tells me that his autopsy blames intense amounts of oxycodone, vicodin, zanyx and ambien for his death...wow). For the most part, though, the costumes this year were quite good and almost everyone dressed up. Props to all who put in the effort! The party was a lot of fun, except for an awkward situation at the end of the night that involved the guy and girl in the left of this photo (the other guy was involved too, i guess, but only because he was in the hot tub too)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R6p70QPRoYI/AAAAAAAAALc/OKO6cc1awXQ/s1600-h/crazyguy,girl,socaxguy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R6p70QPRoYI/AAAAAAAAALc/OKO6cc1awXQ/s320/crazyguy,girl,socaxguy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164076060376146306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 am hot tubbing happened again (it's seems a natural move at that time of night and drunkenness, but apparently my neighbors with the baby would prefer if we would get out of the hot tub by 3, not get in...neighbor and I had a chat about this yesterday. He was nice about it, stating that it's "not that big a deal, and he and his wife totally get it, they like hot tubs, it's just with her being a light sleeper and the baby getting up at 4.." Anyways, I digress) and the overflow from everyone created some ice on the deck. I slipped, Adri's friend fell pretty hard, but the craziest fall was had by the girl pictured here, who was WASTED and I guess that embarrassed her, she went inside and made her husband feel really bad so he came out and threatened anyone who made fun of her with physical harm. Awkward, unneccessary but also hillariously funny when the girl reemerged in the middle of her husband's speech, fully nude and attempted to pry her underwear off the cement driveway to which it had frozen. They left, thankfully, but I will cherish that image forever.&lt;br /&gt;Now to costume pictures (these are all from Adri's camera and unfortunately none of Hardcori's stellar Keiko outfit came out...mad props anyways, Hardcori!)&lt;br /&gt;Adri as Anna Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R6p66gPRoRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/HfVipPd5mn8/s1600-h/adri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R6p66gPRoRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/HfVipPd5mn8/s320/adri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164075068238700818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adri halfway through the night as trashier, jumpsuit wearing Anna Nicole (extra kudos for the 2 part costume Adri!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R6p66gPRoSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_545Q_kXvQM/s1600-h/adri2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R6p66gPRoSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_545Q_kXvQM/s320/adri2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164075068238700834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me as a drowned Natalie Wood (I had a dress on and some netting, but none of the full length pictures really came out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R6p66wPRoTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/bt-bbtR835o/s1600-h/meeyesup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R6p66wPRoTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/bt-bbtR835o/s320/meeyesup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164075072533668146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen as Sharon Tate posing with Elvis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R6p67QPRoUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1TANeEmRZN4/s1600-h/jenelvis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R6p67QPRoUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1TANeEmRZN4/s320/jenelvis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164075081123602754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine as Jon Bonet and Alycia as Tammy Fay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R6p67gPRoVI/AAAAAAAAALE/as-ikURXe2c/s1600-h/kristinealicia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R6p67gPRoVI/AAAAAAAAALE/as-ikURXe2c/s320/kristinealicia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164075085418570066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven as Nancy Spungeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R6p7EwPRoWI/AAAAAAAAALM/k5Q97pOs2kw/s1600-h/raven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R6p7EwPRoWI/AAAAAAAAALM/k5Q97pOs2kw/s320/raven.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164075244332360034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara as Sonny Bonno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R6p7FAPRoXI/AAAAAAAAALU/VC8bAmK8_8w/s1600-h/tara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R6p7FAPRoXI/AAAAAAAAALU/VC8bAmK8_8w/s320/tara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164075248627327346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reese's Keith Richards (we know he's not dead, but he should be and Reese's makeup was great) and Beth's Marilyn should also be noted as awesome costumes even though I have no pictures of them. &lt;br /&gt;I think this is my longest post ever! Hope it makes up a bit for my internet absense. xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-9138834587173491742?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9138834587173491742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=9138834587173491742' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/9138834587173491742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/9138834587173491742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/mine-and-adris-anual-birthday-party.html' title='Mine and Adri&apos;s Anual Birthday Party!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R6p70QPRoYI/AAAAAAAAALc/OKO6cc1awXQ/s72-c/crazyguy,girl,socaxguy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-3673706275007794784</id><published>2008-01-10T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T18:07:57.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Err...</title><content type='html'>Dear KungFuRamone, &lt;br /&gt;You asked for blog posts from everyone, be they boring or otherwise, so I'll write a bit. I was way bummed that I missed bloody marys at Hardcori's on good old 1/1/08, but I had left the previous day open for whatever form my 'life falling apart anniversary' wallowing was to take. This meant I drank much booze (mostly champagne, never fails me!), stayed up until 8:30 adventuring and resisting the urge to send the petty 'fuck you' text message and subsiquently did not get out of bed until &lt;br /&gt;4:30 new years day. I hope you will forgive my absence and I do miss you dearly. XOXO&lt;br /&gt;That said, may I bitch about the fact that NOWHERE would bring delicious food to my house at 9:30 pm new years day. WTF? It's notoriously the most hungover day in america and all of the asshole food places I called had stopped delivering by then. Even chinese food! Don't they have a totally different new year?! I mean, come on. For serious. Think about it Porrtland. You're a pretty amazing city, but you are a city and should therefore have many options of good late night food for the young and hip to enjoy. Work on it please. Peace I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-3673706275007794784?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3673706275007794784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=3673706275007794784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/3673706275007794784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/3673706275007794784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/err.html' title='Err...'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-6618860776647217325</id><published>2007-12-19T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T16:13:35.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party pictures, yo!</title><content type='html'>And now for the early 90's party pictures you've all been waiting for!&lt;br /&gt;Jen chugging some whiskey like the rockstar that she is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R2mxYpumi_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bCpZOBr9NUE/s1600-h/l_1e73d4982554b7f5b065bc51cf6566c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R2mxYpumi_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bCpZOBr9NUE/s320/l_1e73d4982554b7f5b065bc51cf6566c5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145839086323796978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara being the outcast to popular girls Kristine and Julie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R2mxY5umjAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TOh_yhiSYoc/s1600-h/l_5acf36f1d302533fb65e71412d82485d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R2mxY5umjAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TOh_yhiSYoc/s320/l_5acf36f1d302533fb65e71412d82485d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145839090618764290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us that checked our pride at the door and dressed up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R2mxZJumjBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9Z2zeZNkhI0/s1600-h/l_a307176ebd10f36f3003f4ddadcb868e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R2mxZJumjBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9Z2zeZNkhI0/s320/l_a307176ebd10f36f3003f4ddadcb868e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145839094913731602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our amazing canadian pop group shot (We decided on JKL as a name since we're Julie Kristine and Libby):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R2mxZJumjCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QjvnO8Prm98/s1600-h/l_c5fd6e5548dde7e771ef0a351a47bbab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R2mxZJumjCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QjvnO8Prm98/s320/l_c5fd6e5548dde7e771ef0a351a47bbab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145839094913731618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and I showing the world what bangs are supposed to look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R2mxZZumjDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/322X4nHlTMU/s1600-h/l_fef1ae5927472bc61b0e47fdb05e02c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R2mxZZumjDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/322X4nHlTMU/s320/l_fef1ae5927472bc61b0e47fdb05e02c2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145839099208698930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That party was so kick ass. I hope mine and Adri's birthday party can hold a candle to it. At least we all know there will be jello shots served. That's always something to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-6618860776647217325?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6618860776647217325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=6618860776647217325' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/6618860776647217325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/6618860776647217325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/party-pictures-yo.html' title='Party pictures, yo!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R2mxYpumi_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bCpZOBr9NUE/s72-c/l_1e73d4982554b7f5b065bc51cf6566c5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-7404026012693124679</id><published>2007-11-29T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T10:50:36.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Bloggers</title><content type='html'>Hi guys! I feel very lazy for not having posted anything forever, but then I checked everyone elses blogs (KFR excluded) and realized that we've all been ignoring the posting world a bit lately. There's been a lot of rockin' in the last few weeks, namely my friend Jen's birthday party at my house that started as an early 90's party (side ponytail pictures will come soon) and ended with 7 of us in the softtub until the sun came up (no pictures of that part, thank god). I've almost finished the re-doing of my upstairs! With some help from Hardcori and her man and a very flakey construction worker friend, all that is left is painting the hallway! Hells yes. This project has taken months! And it's almost done! I got a new roomie, whose name is John and is a friend of a friend. He seems really nice. Yay for me not having to pay all of the mortgage for a while! Also, the Boss is coming to town inn March! How exciting! Anyways, just checking in, I'll post more later, for now here is a picture to get you through the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R08J4BFsnfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SZAbvBEpFuY/s1600-h/vinnie_bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R08J4BFsnfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SZAbvBEpFuY/s320/vinnie_bed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138336557822680562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-7404026012693124679?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7404026012693124679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=7404026012693124679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/7404026012693124679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/7404026012693124679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/lazy-bloggers.html' title='Lazy Bloggers'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/R08J4BFsnfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SZAbvBEpFuY/s72-c/vinnie_bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-5442468177825701015</id><published>2007-10-21T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:03:44.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip #4</title><content type='html'>Alright, I do realize that I've been back from my trip for like a month now, so let's have the final instalment of my pictures already. I should add the disclaimer that, as the trip wore on and we spent every night climbing into an elevator that opened directly onto this dance floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rxv9xBRdAdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5UvFiZ6lZTc/s1600-h/mebdomal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rxv9xBRdAdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5UvFiZ6lZTc/s320/mebdomal.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123968019661128146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our usual 3 Voka Red Bulls and 3 Coors Lights given to us by this man (Godwin from the Phillippines, who surprisingly has the biohazard symbol tatooed on his leg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rxv9xBRdAeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ernXldM-gNY/s1600-h/usgodwin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rxv9xBRdAeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ernXldM-gNY/s320/usgodwin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123968019661128162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did quite a bit less sightseeing than we might have done without these distractions. Our routine became: 11am ish get up, get off boat for a while (except for that one day at Corfu that I was in bed until 5), 4pm-6pm disco nap, 7pm trivia/red bull vodkas at the piano bar, 11pm dance club, 5am pool/hottub party with dancing friends 7am ish bed. Or some variation of that schedule.&lt;br /&gt;One place we did go was Katakolon. Here's a lovely courtyard style café we ate at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rxv9xhRdAfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/msnwAkulTlU/s1600-h/KatakolonCafe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rxv9xhRdAfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/msnwAkulTlU/s320/KatakolonCafe.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123968028251062770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in Katakolon loved weaves attatched to hats (or at least the tourists did, I saw at least two people on the boat with them on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rxv9xhRdAgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8uepmReogbI/s1600-h/Weaves.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rxv9xhRdAgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8uepmReogbI/s320/Weaves.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123968028251062786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Katakolon kats! The town was a bit poor, but very cute. There was also a strong and (to us) unexplained military presence there. Had we had more time and been less hungover, we might have seen Olympus or something exciting like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rxv9yBRdAhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9RLUlxRSwpo/s1600-h/KatakolonCats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rxv9yBRdAhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9RLUlxRSwpo/s320/KatakolonCats.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123968036840997394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our final boat stop was Split, Croatia. This was one of the cleanest cities I've ever been too. It was beautiful. The people didn't seem very stoked about tourism, but who can blame them. It was fun to go to a country where some of our new dancing friends lived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rxv-YRRdAiI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tOYDYwwzFtM/s1600-h/Croatia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rxv-YRRdAiI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tOYDYwwzFtM/s320/Croatia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123968693970993698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed more delicious coffee and then, sadly, got back on the boat for the final time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rxv-YxRdAjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6XXT-jgdooo/s1600-h/MeJenCroatia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rxv-YxRdAjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6XXT-jgdooo/s320/MeJenCroatia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123968702560928306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I could say so much more about all the awesome parts of this trip but I won't. Thank you all for allowing me to recap as extensively as I have. Next time, I will have some exciting knitting or my-own-cats pictures for you to enjoy. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-5442468177825701015?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5442468177825701015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=5442468177825701015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/5442468177825701015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/5442468177825701015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/trip-4.html' title='Trip #4'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rxv9xBRdAdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5UvFiZ6lZTc/s72-c/mebdomal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-8283862016456533811</id><published>2007-10-11T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:24:40.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip #3</title><content type='html'>Hello all! And now for part one of my trip, on the boat! We left off with Jen and I being haggard in fabulous Venice! Venice had much shopping and good food. We were only there for a short time, but were able to wander around and become quite fond of the city.&lt;br /&gt;After shopping and being thoroughly disgusted with the people allowing dozens of pidgeons to land on them, we met up with our tour group and boarded the boat. It was huge and crazy. Here is our room in a state of relative cleanliness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rw57bhRdAUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZGX0ie_xWA8/s1600-h/ourroom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rw57bhRdAUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZGX0ie_xWA8/s320/ourroom.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120165539085091138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on my rocking twin bed, getting pumped up for a night of engagement ring throwing (it's now somewhere in the water between Venice and Mykonos)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rw57bxRdAVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YX21lxxdk6g/s1600-h/menailbite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rw57bxRdAVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YX21lxxdk6g/s320/menailbite.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120165543380058450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And extreme dancing with these people! We made many dancing friends on the boat. Shown here are Branka (Croatia), Domonique (NY) and Ricardo (Mexico).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rw57cRRdAWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HEaeQ761q6g/s1600-h/brankadomricardo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rw57cRRdAWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HEaeQ761q6g/s320/brankadomricardo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120165551969993058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarred (NY) my special boat friend. Somehow I don't have a picture of Jen's special friend Adam (Mexico) the bartender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rw6GChRdAcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/kD2JXh34Aek/s1600-h/jarrednose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rw6GChRdAcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/kD2JXh34Aek/s320/jarrednose.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120177204216267202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasa (Croatia) and Alberto (Columbia) and the huge bucket of beer that Adam would bring us because he called 'last call'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rw57cxRdAYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/EfKn68QuOAY/s1600-h/sashaalbeer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rw57cxRdAYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/EfKn68QuOAY/s320/sashaalbeer.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120165560559927682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boat was like Vegas on the briney deep. I'm not sure if I should elaborate on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sometimes we got off the boat in exotic places like Mykonos, Greece! Here we are enjoying delicious coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rw58GRRdAZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/0v8O6FKFymg/s1600-h/MeJenDonMykonos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rw58GRRdAZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/0v8O6FKFymg/s320/MeJenDonMykonos.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120166273524498834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many cats of Greece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rw58GhRdAaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oOR-lH7xgSc/s1600-h/MykonosCat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rw58GhRdAaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oOR-lH7xgSc/s320/MykonosCat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120166277819466146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mykonos, we discovered, is a huge party town. Sadly we were getting back on the boat when all of the young partiers were coming into town, but there was evidence of the wild nature of the city all over. For instance, the 'Ramrod' nightclub pictured here. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rw58HBRdAbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LI9G4FEEowY/s1600-h/ramrod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rw58HBRdAbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LI9G4FEEowY/s320/ramrod.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120166286409400754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-8283862016456533811?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8283862016456533811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=8283862016456533811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/8283862016456533811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/8283862016456533811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/trip-3.html' title='Trip #3'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rw57bhRdAUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZGX0ie_xWA8/s72-c/ourroom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-5268981205364334423</id><published>2007-10-02T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:51:26.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip #2</title><content type='html'>Alright, I'm back now with more amazing photos of my trip, on land!&lt;br /&gt;Here's Carole and Don, Jen's awesome parents, enjoying the boat ride across Lake Como&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RwLhMBRdAHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Pm4ooy7zaYs/s1600-h/CaroleDon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RwLhMBRdAHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Pm4ooy7zaYs/s320/CaroleDon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116899723262623858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and I battling some major stair action in Belagio (notice I'm smoking, how hardcore am I!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RwLhMhRdAII/AAAAAAAAAGM/XWnYa08Kyxc/s1600-h/MeJenStairs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RwLhMhRdAII/AAAAAAAAAGM/XWnYa08Kyxc/s320/MeJenStairs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116899731852558466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and I enjoying some pretend huge ice cream. This was actually a trash can, they were everywhere, in Italy and Greece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RwLhNBRdAJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uKBohE2SzPU/s1600-h/MeJenIceCream.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RwLhNBRdAJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uKBohE2SzPU/s320/MeJenIceCream.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116899740442493074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us at the fountain in front of the way old villa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RwLhNhRdAKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6WLRGI0ckos/s1600-h/EveryoneVilla.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RwLhNhRdAKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6WLRGI0ckos/s320/EveryoneVilla.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116899749032427682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the demon beer...This high octane crazy ass beer fueled the night that had Jen and I cruising the streets of Lake Como with the bartender from the hotel and his friend. Eventually, this night, both of us would make out with different people in the same conference room at the hotel at different times. We then had breakfast, delicious coffee, a half hour nap and arrived, very haggard in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RwLhNxRdALI/AAAAAAAAAGk/sUa3aKShgeU/s1600-h/demonbeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RwLhNxRdALI/AAAAAAAAAGk/sUa3aKShgeU/s320/demonbeer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116899753327394994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Milan. Everyone there was very well dressed and walked quickly, not helpful when you feel like you're dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RwLiDRRdAMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Y2vfrSBp5KE/s1600-h/IlDuomo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RwLiDRRdAMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Y2vfrSBp5KE/s320/IlDuomo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116900672450396354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day we arrived in Venice where we had a small and wierd hotel room. I met with Jay Standard (of whom, in my haggard state, I took no pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RwLiDxRdANI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ql_mZ0Q6qgo/s1600-h/venicejen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RwLiDxRdANI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ql_mZ0Q6qgo/s320/venicejen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116900681040330962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we were well rested enough to give multiple thumbs up on a bridge over the canal. Shortly after we boarded the boat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RwLiEBRdAOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BUMkW3MIrMo/s1600-h/MeJenVenice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RwLiEBRdAOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BUMkW3MIrMo/s320/MeJenVenice.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116900685335298274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, hopefully after I steal Jen's photos, I will have part 3 for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-5268981205364334423?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5268981205364334423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=5268981205364334423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/5268981205364334423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/5268981205364334423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/trip-2.html' title='Trip #2'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RwLhMBRdAHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Pm4ooy7zaYs/s72-c/CaroleDon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-5384700791183344776</id><published>2007-09-22T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T19:22:20.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip #1</title><content type='html'>I've decided for your sake and mine, I will put up photos from my trip in a few installments. As Kungfuramone pointed out, I don't have a flicker account, and since I never take pictures, I may never have one. Plus my trip really felt like 3 different trips : New Bedford, MA (of which I sadly have no photos, only fond memories), 'On Land Europe', and 'On the Boat Europe'. Here's part 1 of 'On Land Europe':&lt;br /&gt;The beautifull hills of Lake Como&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RvXLTkljwEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/u5t1gXwGr7o/s1600-h/comohills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RvXLTkljwEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/u5t1gXwGr7o/s320/comohills.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113216489048227906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bitchin' villa that didn't belong to George Clooney (although we did see his at one point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RvXLT0ljwFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/N41V6HSPvdU/s1600-h/coollvilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RvXLT0ljwFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/N41V6HSPvdU/s320/coollvilla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113216493343195218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian turtles at some way old villa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RvXLUEljwGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/SZu9dJhx8GM/s1600-h/italianturtles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RvXLUEljwGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/SZu9dJhx8GM/s320/italianturtles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113216497638162530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian Chollumlee (Chollumliano?) - warning, I took a lot of pictures of Greek cats later, they were everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RvXLUUljwHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fVoxuUR0Zjk/s1600-h/itialianchollums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RvXLUUljwHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fVoxuUR0Zjk/s320/itialianchollums.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113216501933129842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in our hotel room in Lake Como enjoying one of the many incredible cappuchinos (sp? sorry dad). Those Italians really know their coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RvXLUkljwII/AAAAAAAAAF8/YTLMsgevinU/s1600-h/mecoffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RvXLUkljwII/AAAAAAAAAF8/YTLMsgevinU/s320/mecoffee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113216506228097154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come! Don't let the suspense overcome you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-5384700791183344776?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5384700791183344776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=5384700791183344776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/5384700791183344776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/5384700791183344776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/trip-1.html' title='Trip #1'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RvXLTkljwEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/u5t1gXwGr7o/s72-c/comohills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-1714138718562453873</id><published>2007-09-19T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T11:57:23.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motha fuckin cruise, yo!</title><content type='html'>I just got back last night from 18 days of east coast, Itlay, Greece and Croatia! Fuck yeah! Best trip ever! I can't believe I'm home again, it seems like a lifetime ago that I left. I will have more of the scandalous details and maybe even some pictures soon. For now I do laundry and give my cats some love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-1714138718562453873?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1714138718562453873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=1714138718562453873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/1714138718562453873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/1714138718562453873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/motha-fuckin-cruise-yo.html' title='Motha fuckin cruise, yo!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-2563566626132044790</id><published>2007-08-10T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:30:55.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/arts/graphics/2006/11/09/bruce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/arts/graphics/2006/11/09/bruce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may know, I have recently become obsessed with The Boss. In the past, Hardocri has been kind enough to say I instead have "strong interests" but I know she's just being polite and trying to make me seem less crazy. So, my "strong interest" of late is Bruce Springsteen, in particular the 'Born to Run' and 'Born in the USA' era Bruce Springsteen. To admit how many times in the last two months I have listened to these two albums would be slightly embarassing, not to mention the fact that, aside from a few random moments of radio, I have indeed ONLY listened to these two albums in the last two months. &lt;br /&gt;Now that you have an idea of the extent of my interest in The Boss, let me impart a few of the reasons for my adoration:&lt;br /&gt;1) Born to Run - my new theme song - has the line "wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims and strap your hands 'cross my engines"&lt;br /&gt;2) Thunder Road - can be taken as an inspirational song about freedom and adventure OR as a plee for a blowjob (your choice)&lt;br /&gt;3) Downbound Train - makes me cry even though towards the end The Boss is apparently speaking another language that only he can understand&lt;br /&gt;4) My inability to EVER get Darlington County out of my head once it's there&lt;br /&gt;5) The fact that almost all of his songs are constructed like run-on sentences&lt;br /&gt;6) The number of times The Boss says 'baby' and 'darlin' in all of his songs - very hot&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I will go clean my house and listen to The Boss at an inappropriate volume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-2563566626132044790?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2563566626132044790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=2563566626132044790' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/2563566626132044790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/2563566626132044790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/boss.html' title='The Boss'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-5786114993572087138</id><published>2007-08-01T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T17:34:41.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goddamn!</title><content type='html'>Somehow the entire month of July went by without a single post from me! What a douche bag I am! In my defense, work is insane (I'm at the end of another 7 day week right now) and a lot of other crap has been keeping me busy enough I haven't even mowed my lawn this month. Anyways, in the time since I last posted, ThreadandScissors got married (beautiful, thanks for the gracious invite!), as did Anatomist (Norma has never seen that much action as long as I've had her!), I got a $1.35 raise (cause I rule!), and I read the final Harry Potter (I only cried twice I swear...). Here's a picture of Hardcori and myself (well our hands, really) finger puppet wrestling while waiting in what we thought was a line at the bookstore near Deception Pass for our books at midnight (we are way cool)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RrEkdiqRIcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mF5nuu7CWU4/s1600-h/IMG_0790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RrEkdiqRIcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mF5nuu7CWU4/s320/IMG_0790.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093892743471636930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-5786114993572087138?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5786114993572087138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=5786114993572087138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/5786114993572087138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/5786114993572087138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/goddamn.html' title='Goddamn!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RrEkdiqRIcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mF5nuu7CWU4/s72-c/IMG_0790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-7151882512087896982</id><published>2007-06-25T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T17:57:01.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oil spill at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>So here's a little story for you (I'll give you the shortened version, for your sake) about my day at work. I was training a new supervisor on how to open everything. It turned out to be a pretty good training day cause half of our opening staff called in sick, so we had to shuffle things around a lot, but it was all working out ok. So we went to unlock stuff and turn on the few things that take a long time to heat up, for instance the elephant ears fryer. The ears fryer stands a bit over waist high to me and is about 3 ft. wide, maybe 4 ft. long. Anyhoo, we went about our unlocking, got to the office to find even more messages from even more "sick" folk and then got a call from the lead at the big restaraunt down below. In our frenzy that morning, we had forgotten that it is monday, we dump and change the oil in the ears cart on mondays. The person dumping the oil got had filled three pickle buckets full of 350 degree oil before he realized that the fryer was on. He realized this because the buckets had melted from the inside out and were seeping onto the cart floor, down the hill and across the pathway by the concert lawn. Thank god he had the presence of mind to put out caution wet floor signs and began the 4 hour scrubbing process that left the sidewalk not perfect, but much less slippery. Fuck. Of course this had to happen in the middle of my 7 day work week. If anyone can figure out how to be rich without working, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-7151882512087896982?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7151882512087896982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=7151882512087896982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/7151882512087896982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/7151882512087896982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/oil-spill-at-zoo.html' title='Oil spill at the Zoo'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-8364715883152145436</id><published>2007-06-17T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T10:12:45.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday ponderings</title><content type='html'>I've recently been told that Kurt Russell was Ted Nugent's best man at his wedding. Although I find this information awesome, it led me to ponder, what kind of man is KR really? Is he a crazy right wing sort of guy like the Nuge or is he just very open minded to the idea of having crazy right wing-cabin-living-hunter friends like the Nuge? How much do we really know about KR? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;This I do know: Grindhouse ruled!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-8364715883152145436?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8364715883152145436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=8364715883152145436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/8364715883152145436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/8364715883152145436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/sunday-ponderings.html' title='Sunday ponderings'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-8628807570328859302</id><published>2007-05-31T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:40:34.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in May!</title><content type='html'>The last few days have been like Christmas for me but way cooler. I got a bunch of stuff from my gandparent's estate, got the Softub I ordered a month ago and can finally post the pictures of the knitting I did a while ago. Also I threw in a picture of my cat luxuriating on my old man leather ranch chair. &lt;br /&gt;So first is the lily I knit for my mom. Hope she's not too pissed it's like a month late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rl88xS77CVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2fulN_v3Db8/s1600-h/IMG_0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rl88xS77CVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2fulN_v3Db8/s320/IMG_0783.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070838523036895570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sideways picture of Vinnie lounging like the cool cat he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rl88yC77CWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UtYFNNDjdfY/s1600-h/IMG_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rl88yC77CWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UtYFNNDjdfY/s320/IMG_0782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070838535921797474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sideways picture of the jumper I knit for Sophia Jane. Turned out fabulously I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rl88zi77CXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DqlD7q-dAJY/s1600-h/IMG_0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rl88zi77CXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DqlD7q-dAJY/s320/IMG_0779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070838561691601266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bitchin' Softub in my pimped out backyard. This combined with my satin sheets is bound to get me some hot summer action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rl87oi77CQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2D9ssC8ZtQI/s1600-h/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rl87oi77CQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2D9ssC8ZtQI/s320/IMG_0788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070837273201412354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The collection of huge keys my grandfather had. Most of them open beer bottles! Church keys indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rl87qS77CRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TS1gHvAKWng/s1600-h/IMG_0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rl87qS77CRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TS1gHvAKWng/s320/IMG_0787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070837303266183442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The set of silver tea kettles that were my grandmother's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rl87rS77CSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/V6hpQ47i2FU/s1600-h/IMG_0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rl87rS77CSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/V6hpQ47i2FU/s320/IMG_0786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070837320446052642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big one doesn't fit on the cabinet shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rl87sC77CTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xMDzFdlVlIU/s1600-h/IMG_0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rl87sC77CTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xMDzFdlVlIU/s320/IMG_0785.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070837333330954546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing lime green couch that I don't think my grandparent's ever sat on. The cushion is down, it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rl87sy77CUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/CmjoUVhWLEc/s1600-h/IMG_0784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rl87sy77CUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/CmjoUVhWLEc/s320/IMG_0784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070837346215856450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, so much cool shit. Also I got an old framed map from my gandparent's stuff and my rocket dog shoes came in the mail. I almost don't know what to do with myself, it's all so exciting and new. Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-8628807570328859302?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8628807570328859302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=8628807570328859302' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/8628807570328859302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/8628807570328859302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/christmas-in-may.html' title='Christmas in May!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rl88xS77CVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2fulN_v3Db8/s72-c/IMG_0783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-3050586739095756081</id><published>2007-05-18T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T11:50:31.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggrrrr!</title><content type='html'>I can finally post a picture of the awesome jumper I knit for Noelle's baby Sophia since I gave it to her for her birthday yesterday, and now f-ing blogger won't let me post pictures! Damn you technology! Damn you! I guess now I will finish the lilly I'm knitting as a late mother's day present and hopefully when I'm done I can post pictures of both. Hold on to your seats, my fellow craft bloggers. not one but two pictures will be heading your way soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-3050586739095756081?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3050586739095756081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=3050586739095756081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/3050586739095756081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/3050586739095756081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/bloggrrrr.html' title='Bloggrrrr!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-755480313236084282</id><published>2007-05-08T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T19:18:32.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Skinny British Man</title><content type='html'>Hello all! That was quite the blogger vacation I just took. Time flies. Anyhow, in that time the most exciting thing I did was go  see Jarvis Cocker with Hardcori in Seattle! Jarvis F-ing Cocker! Only true Pulp/Jarvis fans will be able to appreciate the photos I'm about to post, for the Showbox did not allow flash photography and they were mostly blurry.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RkEuSGH1tYI/AAAAAAAAADU/4Pu3sfk1kts/s1600-h/jarvishands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RkEuSGH1tYI/AAAAAAAAADU/4Pu3sfk1kts/s320/jarvishands.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062378344557163906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RkEuSWH1tZI/AAAAAAAAADc/GrlNARU8jIo/s1600-h/jarvis+guitar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RkEuSWH1tZI/AAAAAAAAADc/GrlNARU8jIo/s320/jarvis+guitar.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062378348852131218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RkEuSmH1taI/AAAAAAAAADk/htZNb-1Ik7s/s1600-h/jarvissinging.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RkEuSmH1taI/AAAAAAAAADk/htZNb-1Ik7s/s320/jarvissinging.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062378353147098530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was amazing, btw. Jarvis talked a lot in between songs which was nice a) because he is british and b) because the talking helped bring one's thoughts away from the fact that Pulp songs were way better than his solo songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-755480313236084282?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/755480313236084282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=755480313236084282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/755480313236084282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/755480313236084282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/hot-skinny-british-man.html' title='Hot Skinny British Man'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RkEuSGH1tYI/AAAAAAAAADU/4Pu3sfk1kts/s72-c/jarvishands.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-5925546719263076949</id><published>2007-04-12T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T10:33:58.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of some awesome biotches</title><content type='html'>I got a bunch of photos from Ravenmea's camera last night (she has a blog now, BTW, ravenmea.blogspot.com, check it out yo) so here are some pictures of a few of the amazing friends I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rh5rydvm03I/AAAAAAAAACs/xIwZ5M7jPNA/s1600-h/ReeseTeeth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rh5rydvm03I/AAAAAAAAACs/xIwZ5M7jPNA/s320/ReeseTeeth.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052594346678211442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reese being a hillbilly with help from some candy teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rh5rytvm04I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Fv23bkrhR1w/s1600-h/RavenJosh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rh5rytvm04I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Fv23bkrhR1w/s320/RavenJosh.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052594350973178754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravenmea and JW with fierce looks and floating heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rh5rzNvm05I/AAAAAAAAAC8/UKLbQSpoRb4/s1600-h/KrisHams.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rh5rzNvm05I/AAAAAAAAAC8/UKLbQSpoRb4/s320/KrisHams.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052594359563113362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris showing off his whitetrashy hottness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rh5rzdvm06I/AAAAAAAAADE/FcxwTl-re0w/s1600-h/JennANTM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rh5rzdvm06I/AAAAAAAAADE/FcxwTl-re0w/s320/JennANTM.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052594363858080674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn on ANTM night, I think this look was 'surprise'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rh5rztvm07I/AAAAAAAAADM/JNP_BuwLQaY/s1600-h/PhilMotherly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rh5rztvm07I/AAAAAAAAADM/JNP_BuwLQaY/s320/PhilMotherly.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052594368153047986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil on ANTM night, his look was motherly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends. Don't know what I'd do without them, wouldn't want to find out. Holla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-5925546719263076949?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5925546719263076949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=5925546719263076949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/5925546719263076949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/5925546719263076949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/pictures-of-some-awesome-biotches.html' title='Pictures of some awesome biotches'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rh5rydvm03I/AAAAAAAAACs/xIwZ5M7jPNA/s72-c/ReeseTeeth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-1946614714730340188</id><published>2007-04-08T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T19:47:14.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>Wow, I think it's been forever since my last post. Work and life have been busy so please accept my sincerest appologies. I don't actually have much interesting to say since most of you know my latest knitting project. But for the rest of you, I'll not keep you in suspense. It's a jumper for a girl, not sure who yet, and the first instruction on the pattern was 'cast on 456 stitches'. WTF! So many damn stitches. Then, somewhat more irritating than the unending stitch casting was the second instruction *k2tog* repeat throughout the whole round! Jesus H. That means if I didn't care about having the frilly thing at the bottom I could have just casted on 228 or some odd stitches in the first place. Well, in the patterns defense the frilly thing is pretty cute. &lt;br /&gt;Now for a recipe that Anatomist requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Soup Ever Recipe&lt;br /&gt;1 can of corn&lt;br /&gt;1 can of black beans&lt;br /&gt;1 brick of cubed tofu (preferably firm)&lt;br /&gt;Ungodly amounts of brewers yeast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dump all of these things into a pot (don't drain cans for this is where the soupy part comes from), heat and stir. I add the yeast in increments and reccomend that when you feel you've added too much, add some more! Ah the nutrition! Enjoy with black bean chips and sour cream. Deelish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-1946614714730340188?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1946614714730340188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=1946614714730340188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/1946614714730340188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/1946614714730340188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-7537026434201988934</id><published>2007-03-14T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T19:22:02.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is better than winter.</title><content type='html'>It has been on and off gorgeous here lately. It's rumored that Thursday highs may reach 70 degrees. And then there's handy old dalight savings time making the evening less depressing. Yay. It makes my work all crazy and stressfull but at least my days off are much more bitchin' when I can walk around in the semi-warm sun instead of watching the very cold rain from inside my house. Oh! Today I went to work and mailed my power bill, into R2-D2! Someone (whether it was the postal service or some very clever civil disobedient - ?) had turned the post ofice box at my work into R2-D2! Ah the joy I felt placing my bill into the adorable robot! By the time I left work, it was no longer R2-D2 but I did take a picture on my phone and send it to Raven so she can vouch that I'm not taking crazy pills. I would post said picture but I'm not that technologically saavy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-7537026434201988934?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7537026434201988934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=7537026434201988934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/7537026434201988934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/7537026434201988934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-is-better-than-winter.html' title='Spring is better than winter.'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-7744780700631259180</id><published>2007-03-01T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T13:31:53.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My crazy family and my cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RedD-pJrp3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/g7gtBQsg504/s1600-h/IMG_0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RedD-pJrp3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/g7gtBQsg504/s320/IMG_0763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037069451714602866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture didn't come out very well, but you get the idea. My sister, brother and I are making a present for our parents' 30th anniversary. Rachel's writing something, Joel's drawing something and I did this embroidery. 30 years. How crazy is that. I can't really imagine. Anyways, they're having a big party on Sunday and the really crazy part is that my half sister, who just found my mom in November and has never met any of the extended family, is coming to the party where all of my crazy Roseburg aunts will be. Good god. I'm a bit nervous. So, in the spirit of denial and avoidance, here's a cute picture of my cats cuddling and looking sort of like they want to kick some ass. P.S. My mouth plague is much better and I survived the first of two dental cleanings today. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RedD_JJrp4I/AAAAAAAAACY/HWA7n1FCI3o/s1600-h/IMG_0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RedD_JJrp4I/AAAAAAAAACY/HWA7n1FCI3o/s320/IMG_0758.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037069460304537474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-7744780700631259180?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7744780700631259180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=7744780700631259180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/7744780700631259180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/7744780700631259180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-crazy-family-and-my-cats.html' title='My crazy family and my cats'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RedD-pJrp3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/g7gtBQsg504/s72-c/IMG_0763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-7779807603882084760</id><published>2007-02-21T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:58:20.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ow.</title><content type='html'>After waking up yesterday with bleeding gums, working for 4.5 hours, spending 2 hours at the emergency dentist, filling a few perscriptions, waiting 2.5 hours at urgent care, filling another perscription, coming home and finally getting to take a vicotin : prognosis, 1 gum infection and 1 case of tonsilitus (which I still have no idea how to spell). That guy in the sky sure does seem to have it out for me lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-7779807603882084760?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7779807603882084760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=7779807603882084760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/7779807603882084760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/7779807603882084760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/ow.html' title='Ow.'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-2842319423765130611</id><published>2007-02-01T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T16:51:18.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting shit on the walls...</title><content type='html'>I've done some redecorating today, with a little help from my friends. Well, no friends actually helped me put the shit on the walls, but they did give me awesome shit to put on the walls. Thanks you Noelle and Anatomist!  Also, I finally, after 7 odd years of owning my Bobby Kennedy poster, got a frame for it so hopefully now it won't shred any more. I think he looks damn fine if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RcKKIQQAGRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Lwm_R1QKzfo/s1600-h/IMG_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RcKKIQQAGRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Lwm_R1QKzfo/s320/IMG_0754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026732008504563986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RcKKIgQAGSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MveIYbWccJ8/s1600-h/IMG_0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RcKKIgQAGSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MveIYbWccJ8/s320/IMG_0753.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026732012799531298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RcKJ4AQAGQI/AAAAAAAAABs/SJEYHzTXl28/s1600-h/IMG_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RcKJ4AQAGQI/AAAAAAAAABs/SJEYHzTXl28/s320/IMG_0755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026731729331689730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-2842319423765130611?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2842319423765130611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=2842319423765130611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/2842319423765130611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/2842319423765130611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/putting-shit-on-walls.html' title='Putting shit on the walls...'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RcKKIQQAGRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Lwm_R1QKzfo/s72-c/IMG_0754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-954639639939711168</id><published>2007-01-14T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T20:11:25.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satan's Handsweaters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rar9LbPunAI/AAAAAAAAABg/nn2ZDhuKTEo/s1600-h/IMG_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rar9LbPunAI/AAAAAAAAABg/nn2ZDhuKTEo/s320/IMG_0747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020103107391953922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys. I made handsweaters for myself in red and black (primarily because I ran out of red yarn and had to switch to something else) and have dubbed them 'satan's handsweaters'. Awwaaaawwaaa (insert spooky music and hopefully Mick Mars talking about something creepy). As some of you may know, my life is not the shiz at the moment, so forgive me if I'm not as good about posting for the next while. Or, forgive me for the distinct possibility that I may begin posting all the time for no good reason other than to fill the large amount of free time that I have recently been given. Thank god for friends, T.V. on DVD and trashy magazines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-954639639939711168?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/954639639939711168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=954639639939711168' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/954639639939711168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/954639639939711168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/satans-handsweaters.html' title='Satan&apos;s Handsweaters'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/Rar9LbPunAI/AAAAAAAAABg/nn2ZDhuKTEo/s72-c/IMG_0747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-7776250424577941561</id><published>2007-01-03T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T11:39:19.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belize pictures!</title><content type='html'>Alright, everyone, time to enjoy my Belize slideshow!&lt;br /&gt;First a scenic view near our house/hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RZxhqB3WSdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j_mvLPEMO4s/s1600-h/PalmTrees.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RZxhqB3WSdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j_mvLPEMO4s/s320/PalmTrees.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015991459666872786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Greg (my brother in law), Trey (my nephew) and myself on some sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RZxhqB3WSeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/StwU5vQ6yeE/s1600-h/Me%26Greg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RZxhqB3WSeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/StwU5vQ6yeE/s320/Me%26Greg.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015991459666872802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my ridiculously cute nephew Parker by the water. Tasha, my niece, is in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RZxhqR3WSfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3azY1UJVhKA/s1600-h/Parker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RZxhqR3WSfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3azY1UJVhKA/s320/Parker.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015991463961840114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the highlight of my trip, the Mayan ruins tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RZxhqh3WSgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OzR3WfjG9Qk/s1600-h/Ruins1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RZxhqh3WSgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OzR3WfjG9Qk/s320/Ruins1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015991468256807426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RZxhqh3WShI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nJbJ9ZRl6n8/s1600-h/Ruins2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RZxhqh3WShI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nJbJ9ZRl6n8/s320/Ruins2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015991468256807442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These boys at the tour conned me out of a dollar for a picture. They wanted 2 dollars but I wouldn't budge.One had a pet turtle and the other a pet alligator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RZ1TVh3WSiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Bj2aodlTcno/s1600-h/Boys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RZ1TVh3WSiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Bj2aodlTcno/s320/Boys.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016257189293476386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, our tour guide Herman (which was a funny name for a Carribean-how-Stella-got-her-groove-back kind of guy). The boy sitting on the sacrificial altar had a ferret/weasel/racoon sort of pet. It kept squealing and bit him at one point. This was the closest thing I saw to a monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RZ1TVx3WSjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SxXL66MVioo/s1600-h/Herman%26FerretBoy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RZ1TVx3WSjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SxXL66MVioo/s320/Herman%26FerretBoy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016257193588443698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what an amazing place. Beautiful and warm. The place we stayed was incredible, my uncle co-owns it and I think we need to go back more often.Our house was huge and crazy. It had four rooms not including the tower suite with the jacuzzi tub and walk in shower that my parents stayed in. We had our own pool too. Very luxurious. It was an awesome trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-7776250424577941561?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7776250424577941561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=7776250424577941561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/7776250424577941561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/7776250424577941561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/belize-pictures.html' title='Belize pictures!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6rX8K7p0WRg/RZxhqB3WSdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j_mvLPEMO4s/s72-c/PalmTrees.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-116719340681688485</id><published>2006-12-26T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T20:23:26.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="onion_embed headline"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a target="theonion" href="http://www.theonion.com/content?utm_source=Distributed&amp;utm_medium=Embedded%2BHTML&amp;utm_campaign=Widgets"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.theonion.com/content/themes/onion/assets/logos/onion_super_tiny.png" width="92" height="12" alt="The Onion" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-size:default!important;line-height:default!important;"&gt;&lt;a target="theonion" href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/53383?utm_source=Distributed&amp;utm_medium=Embedded%2BHTML&amp;utm_campaign=Widgets" &gt;More TVs Than People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p class="embed_teaser"&gt;The average American home now contains more televisions than people. What do you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://statistics.theonion.com/b/ss/theonionprod/1/H.6--NS/1234567?pe=lnk_d&amp;pev2=More%20TVs%20Than%20People&amp;pev1=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.theonion.com%2Fcontent%2Fnode%2F53383%3Futm_source%3DDistributed%26utm_medium%3DEmbedded%252BHTML%26utm_campaign%3DWidgets" height="1" width="1" style="display:none;" /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.onion_embed{ background:rgb(256,256,256)!important;border:4px solid rgb(65,160,65);border-width:4px 0 1px 0;margin:10px 30px!important;padding:5px;overflow:hidden!important;zoom:1;}.onion_embed img{ border:0!important;}.onion_embed a{display:inline;}.onion_embed a.img{ float:left!important;margin:0 5px 0 0!important;width:66px;display:block;overflow:hidden!important;}.onion_embed a.img img{border:1px solid #222!important;width:64px;padding:0!important;;}.onion_embed h2{ line-height:2px;clear:none;margin:0!important;padding:0!important;}.onion_embed h3{ line-height:16px;font:bold 16px Arial,sans-serif!important;margin:3px 0 0 0!important;padding:0!important;}.onion_embed h3 a{ line-height:16px!important;color:rgb(0,51,102)!important;font:bold 16px Arial,sans-serif!important;text-decoration:none!important;display:inline!important;float:none!important;text-transform:capitalize!important;}.onion_embed h3 a:hover{ text-decoration:underline!important;color:rgb(204,51,51)!important;}.onion_embed p{color:#000!important;font:normal 11px/11px arial,sans-serif!important;margin:2px 0 0 0!important;padding:0!important;}.onion_embed a{display:inline!important;float:none!important;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;img style="display: none;" width=0 height=0 src="http://track.theonion.com/onion.php?type=embedded_widget&amp;title=" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, the onion! Always so funny. Happy holidays everyone! As you'll be glad to hear, I sucessfully managed to make 9 pairs of handsweaters for christmas. Sweet! I tied up the loose ends with some quickly made canine legwarmers, some primarily ill-fated magnets and one purchased "avenging unicorn"! Not too shabby as far as I'm concerned. I got some good shiz from Luke and all the family. Somehow, between Luke and I, we ended up with 5! page a day calendars!!! And that's not counting one repeat calendar that I plan to regift to Hardcori if she doesn't have it allready! The funny thing is, we got 5 page a day calendars and 0 regular calendars, so although we will have interesting facts, pictures and spanish phrases every day, we will have no f-ing idea where each day sits in relation to all of the other days in the month. Sigh. Well the good news is I won't have to worry about tearing a single page out of any of the page a day calendars untill January 1st, the day after we get  back from BELIZE!!! My fam and I leave very early tomorrow morning! Yay! I'm so excited! Hopefully I'll see some monkeys not in cages! Felize Navidad biotches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-116719340681688485?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116719340681688485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=116719340681688485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/116719340681688485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/116719340681688485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/more-tvs-than-peoplethe-average.html' title=''/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-116561269513472557</id><published>2006-12-08T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T13:18:15.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knitting extravaganzas!</title><content type='html'>Here's my new bigger and better bag-bag that I made a bit ago but forgot to post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5792/2365/1600/741959/IMG_0704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5792/2365/320/192579/IMG_0704.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my first adventure in cable knitting (Hardcori taught me how the other night; how fun!), hand sweaters for the family for christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5792/2365/1600/25494/IMG_0705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5792/2365/320/192817/IMG_0705.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Now I just have to make many more pairs for everyone in a few short weeks! Aaahh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-116561269513472557?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116561269513472557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=116561269513472557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/116561269513472557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/116561269513472557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/knitting-extravaganzas.html' title='Knitting extravaganzas!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-116444183578289103</id><published>2006-11-24T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T00:03:55.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Givin' thanx</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the cliffhanger with the banana bread... it turned out rather nicely. A bit soft in the middle even though I did the toothpick test but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;The last two days were filled with high adventure on the open road with Hardcori, crafting with my sister, chillin' with my nephews, 32 thanksgiving day guests and good grub at my parent's house, card playin' with Luke's parents, hanging out with Luke's parents, Raves and some extended family and topped off with Greek cuisine in downtown Portland. Goodness gracious. If I see any more family in the next few days, I might explode. It was fun and eventful and crazy, like a holiday should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-116444183578289103?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116444183578289103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=116444183578289103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/116444183578289103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/116444183578289103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/givin-thanx.html' title='Givin&apos; thanx'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-116407560664325604</id><published>2006-11-20T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T18:20:06.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm making banana bread right now for the first time ever. Yay for cooking. Fingers crossed it turns out okay and the smoke detector doesn't go off as it usually does whenever I use my oven!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-116407560664325604?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116407560664325604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=116407560664325604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/116407560664325604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/116407560664325604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-making-banana-bread-right-now-for.html' title=''/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-116295210780798873</id><published>2006-11-07T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T18:15:07.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain sux</title><content type='html'>I've decided that I'm mildly depressed, a fact that is not helped at all by the mass amounts of rain pouring on this fine city or by my urge to do nothing but watch the Sopranos on such rainy days. I got off the max today on my way home from a very short day at work (not surprisingly no one wanted  to walk around the zoo very much today) and planned on getting sushi at the new location right off my max stop. The sushi place sadly was closed until 5 so instead of going to wait for the bus I decided to get some Trader Joes sushi and be happy about saving money. Then, since it was not raining for the first time in 3 or 4 days I  decided to walk the rest of the way home. It was a decent walk (the bus ride takes 15 minutes or so) and it was so nice. I think it makes me sad in the fall and winter that it's no longer fun to ride your bike or walk around. I hate driving and bussing all the time. So much is to be said about fresh air. Plus, I hate that it's getting dark at f-ing 4 in the afternoon. Oh well, I guess seasonal depression is better than year long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-116295210780798873?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116295210780798873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=116295210780798873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/116295210780798873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/116295210780798873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/rain-sux.html' title='Rain sux'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-116252949184784120</id><published>2006-11-02T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:51:31.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting for posting's sake</title><content type='html'>I haven;t posted anything in a while, so here's my post for posts sake. Halloween was good times check out hardcori's blog for pictures). My work has slowed due too xtreme cold weather and now it's raining kittens and puppies so now it'll be even slower. I'm looking forward to the monotany. &lt;br /&gt;Today Luke and I bought a rain barrell. It's pretty awesome but I think it'll fill in rocket fast time so we'll have to figure out the logistics. I also applied to renew my passport at some place on 82nd, so keep your fingers crossed that my identity is not stolen and sold to some Irish illegal immigrant or something. That would be lame.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for now. We're making curry and going to watch some Firefly (best other Joss Whedon show ever!). Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-116252949184784120?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116252949184784120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=116252949184784120' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/116252949184784120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/116252949184784120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/posting-for-postings-sake.html' title='Posting for posting&apos;s sake'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-116149399199266525</id><published>2006-10-21T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T22:13:12.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chollomlee, continued...</title><content type='html'>Chollums also likes to eat bottle brushes... a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0695.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinnie doesn't know what to do with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0698.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-116149399199266525?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116149399199266525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=116149399199266525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/116149399199266525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/116149399199266525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/chollomlee-continued.html' title='Chollomlee, continued...'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-116080651594279294</id><published>2006-10-13T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:17:18.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chollomlee + self recognition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0688.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0688.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chollums has been taking a new interest in his own reflection lately. I don't know if this means anything because they say that chimps are the most "primitive" beings to really have recognition of themselves in a mirror. It seems to me that maybe it's a new found hobby. He's also really into the way the light reflects off the refrigerator in the morning when I open the door to get my milk out to make coffee. He's a wierd dude. Did I mention, sometimes he fights with his own leg?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-116080651594279294?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116080651594279294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=116080651594279294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/116080651594279294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/116080651594279294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/chollomlee-self-recognition.html' title='Chollomlee + self recognition'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-116054979286581501</id><published>2006-10-10T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T23:56:32.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just saw the Who! Wow, they are so old. I didn't know about Pete and the child porn until tonight, that's kind of upsetting. Roger looked good. Also old, but not as bad. We had box seats and they had sandwiches for us. So wierd. I love Teenage Wasteland though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-116054979286581501?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116054979286581501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=116054979286581501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/116054979286581501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/116054979286581501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-saw-who-wow-they-are-so-old.html' title=''/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-115955295513997483</id><published>2006-09-29T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T11:02:35.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowstone pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/craterluke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/craterluke.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craters Of the Moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/snow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellowstone in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/trailertetons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/trailertetons.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norma and the Grand Tetons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/elk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/elk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elk chillin' in front of the restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/buffalo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/buffalo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bison cruising in front of the truck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/manmoth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/manmoth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manmoth hot springs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/out%20o%20gas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/out%20o%20gas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of gas in bum-fuck nowhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, what an awesome trip. These are of course just a few of the exciting things we saw and did. So fun and we didn't even crash the trailer or fall into scalding volcanic water! We did get stalked by a coyote but that another story. I can't figure out how to organize the pictures and text here correctly and frankly I don't really care. You get the idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-115955295513997483?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115955295513997483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=115955295513997483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115955295513997483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115955295513997483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/yellowstone-pictures.html' title='Yellowstone pictures!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-115940954160648151</id><published>2006-09-27T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:12:21.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money suxx!</title><content type='html'>So get this, today I come home from work to a nice letter from my bank saying I've overdrafted twice and my account is negative and I should put money in right away. Damn, right? So I go online to transfer the money from savings to checking and... instead of just the two overdrafts the letter mentioned, I've got SEVEN! Thats right everyone, SEVEN! The charges added up to almost 200 dollars! I am such a dumbass! Goddamn washington mutual for not having an overdraft protection thing like u lane-o. I never get charged at u lane-o! I'm totally pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-115940954160648151?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115940954160648151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=115940954160648151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115940954160648151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115940954160648151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/money-suxx.html' title='Money suxx!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-115933260441708847</id><published>2006-09-26T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:50:04.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay vacation, boo normal life!</title><content type='html'>Yellowstone was the greatest! High adventure was had by all! We saw many things and drove a lot. 2000+ miles, 5 states, two girls a boy and a dog - all in 6 short days. Norma ruled, except for a few disturbing glitches. She kept us warm and housed, even in the snow and walmart parking lots. All in all, a wonderfull time. I will post some pictures soon.  After the posting, I plan to delete everything from my memory card for the first time since I got my camera on my 21st birthday! Wow! I'm behind on the times! Anyways, back to work for me. Today I had the exciting experience of having the huge plastic hot dog roller cover-thing hit me squarely in the nose! If I wake up tommorrow without a black eye or two, I will consider the experience a success. Cross yer fingers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-115933260441708847?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115933260441708847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=115933260441708847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115933260441708847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115933260441708847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/yay-vacation-boo-normal-life.html' title='Yay vacation, boo normal life!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-115803035436673513</id><published>2006-09-11T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T20:05:54.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think that was really cool of Trent (pink is the new blog) to not blog about gossip today, but instead to list all of the names of the victims of 9/11. The list is so long. Sometimes I forget how crazy it really was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-115803035436673513?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115803035436673513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=115803035436673513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115803035436673513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115803035436673513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-that-was-really-cool-of-trent.html' title=''/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-115751914526783526</id><published>2006-09-05T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:05:45.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slight annoyances and mild discomforts</title><content type='html'>Today was one of those days: things went mildly ok but most everything had a hint of a little more effort than I would like to put into it. Work was oerwhelmingly like this. I got a message from blockbuster reminding me my movie was late (damn) and then printing my free movie coupon didn't work untill I figured out I had to go to firefox not safari. By then, I was no longer concerned with renting a free movie or getting my movie back more on time than tomorrow, so I decided to download a new ringtone (exciting). This turned out to also be annoying and I had to do it twice. I only hope I don't get charged twice. By the time I finally got the damn rign tone (shout at the devil - pretty much rulz) I decided the only thing for me to do was stay in and reread Harry Potter. That much is going well. They just got to Hogwarts. Now, if this blog won't post, this will officially be the most annoying day ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-115751914526783526?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115751914526783526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=115751914526783526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115751914526783526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115751914526783526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/slight-annoyances-and-mild-discomforts.html' title='Slight annoyances and mild discomforts'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-115716570333202423</id><published>2006-09-01T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T19:55:03.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Kobi, we'll miss you.</title><content type='html'>You'll all be happy to hear Kobi was reunited with his mom last night. I had him for like 3 hours. I think he was bored of me by the end of it. It ws kind of like babysitting a child who's at that awkward age where you feel like you should talk to them but you don't really know what to say. I guess I'm not much of a dog person. He was cute though and he didn't chase the cats or pee on anything. It's too bad I couldn't get a better picture of him though (he was afraid of the camera). He looked like an ewok with an underbite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-115716570333202423?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115716570333202423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=115716570333202423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115716570333202423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115716570333202423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/goodbye-kobi-well-miss-you.html' title='Goodbye Kobi, we&apos;ll miss you.'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-115707573326576508</id><published>2006-08-31T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T18:55:33.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wireless Internet!</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah! I'm part of society once again! I now have comcast high speed wireless internet! I'm using it right now in my back yard. How nice! I resolve to  post much much more frequently now that the internet will work for more than 3 minutes at a time. By the way, meet Kobi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0589.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0589.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardcori and AL found him wandering the streets as they were trying to leave town. No one answered at the numbers on his collar so Hardcori left messages and he and I have been surfing the internet for an hour or so. Hmm... I hope they call soon. He's pretty cute but I'd rather not have a little dog. I don't think the kitties would appreciate him much either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-115707573326576508?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115707573326576508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=115707573326576508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115707573326576508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115707573326576508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/wireless-internet.html' title='Wireless Internet!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-115682692676312476</id><published>2006-08-28T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:55:27.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't live without internet.</title><content type='html'>I just told some boxed wine to "fuck off" because it was spilling on the counter and realized, perhaps I am spending too much time at home, often alone. The funny thing is, the house hasn't felt like it's been just "us" since we moved in. Two days ago, Luke's brother Paul turned 23, his parents came to town, Jake and Raven and Liam came over, and the grandparents came to stay the night too! Wow! Jake and Raven didn't stay but we had a pretty full house nonetheless. I felt mildly bad because I slept through all of their departures, but then I quickly got over it. Anyhoo, Amy and Riley had a beautifull baby and I'm so glad the internet has worked here for long enough for me to check Oliver out and hopefully complete this post. What was I thinking, 'I'll just go to the coffee shop to check the internet'. What a load of crap. I must have it in my house. Like now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-115682692676312476?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115682692676312476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=115682692676312476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115682692676312476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115682692676312476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-cant-live-without-internet.html' title='I can&apos;t live without internet.'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-115570517072689786</id><published>2006-08-15T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:12:50.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh posting, how I miss you...</title><content type='html'>I feel so lame for not posting in so long. This no internet thing sucks ass. I promise I'll be better soon. With all the house stuff and my crazy work and everything, it seems like every little thing I get done is a major accomplishment. Today I went shopping with Raves, Liam and Patty. I got a futon cover, among other things. Good for me. I'll put internet higher on the list. I miss my internet updates and I miss giving my own, however trivial. I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-115570517072689786?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115570517072689786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=115570517072689786' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115570517072689786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115570517072689786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-posting-how-i-miss-you.html' title='Oh posting, how I miss you...'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-115355410252746694</id><published>2006-07-22T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T00:41:42.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>baby liam is here. it took a mere 36 hours or some shit. he's very cute, and very alert. he didn't make a peep when i saw him. he blinked a lot. maybe cause he's been swimming around in goo for the last nine months. i told raven she was a rockstar and she said "that was the worst experience of my life". poor thing. 13 days overdue and then to have it take so long for the painfull part. that's over though. luke and i came home and put together our new pantry. i think now we may be able to unpack some stuff, now that there won't be family gatherings every night. deep breath...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-115355410252746694?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115355410252746694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=115355410252746694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115355410252746694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115355410252746694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-115260070828695123</id><published>2006-07-10T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:51:48.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We got keys...</title><content type='html'>We walked around, we showed the house to Jake and Raven, we had a beer (not Raven mind you). It was crazy, and awesome! Now I'm at the old house watching sex and the city. Soon we will move, and things will be even more awesome! Oh yeah, and my real estate guy gve us a $100 home depot gift certificate! Nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-115260070828695123?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115260070828695123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=115260070828695123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115260070828695123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115260070828695123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-got-keys.html' title='We got keys...'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-115230388784581277</id><published>2006-07-07T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T13:24:47.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yee Haw!!</title><content type='html'>I own a house! I get the keys on Monday! No more faucet with duct tape on it, no more Hawthorne laundermat, no more crazy Russian neighbors working on their cars at 11 at night, no more trailer on the street! Yay! Hello adulthood! Well, I am drinking a Rockstar-21 at 1 o'clock on a friday afternoon, but hey, I don't want to grow up too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-115230388784581277?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115230388784581277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=115230388784581277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115230388784581277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115230388784581277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/yee-haw.html' title='Yee Haw!!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-115189113271068839</id><published>2006-07-02T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T18:45:32.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why stealing internet sucks...</title><content type='html'>Well, my two college aged neighbor houses have recently been emptied and the elementary school across the street is out for the summer, which means my internet stealing has been nearly impossible. I'm on some network right now because I thought I'd just try and see if there might be one floating around. I have one tiny bar of signal. Damn. I think at the new house, if there isn't a strong signal to steal, we may just have to break down and pay for internet. I really don't  want to, but I've become so dependant on the internet, I can't imagine only being able to use it at coffee shops. It would be so nice to be able to use the computer in any bit of the house. But I'm so cheap... Anyways, if the appraisal goes ok tomorrow, the house is a go! Good lord! We'll have several bedrooms, a fireplace, trailer and truck parking, a garage to house Hardcori's stuff for a while and then turn into a rumpus room later, gas cooking, a washer and dryer...the list is endless! And it will be mine, all mine! (Instert maniacle laughter here.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-115189113271068839?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115189113271068839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=115189113271068839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115189113271068839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115189113271068839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-stealing-internet-sucks.html' title='why stealing internet sucks...'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-115138196042346039</id><published>2006-06-26T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:19:20.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My cats are playing dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0567.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0563.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guys. They don't understand the xtreme heat. Especially since they're indoor cats, they must just think I'm playing some mean trick on them by turning the heat way up. I put some ice cubes in their water bowl and have been periodically wetting them down. That makes them more mad but I like to feel like it helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-115138196042346039?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115138196042346039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=115138196042346039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115138196042346039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115138196042346039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-cats-are-playing-dead.html' title='My cats are playing dead.'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-115052717130533962</id><published>2006-06-16T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:52:51.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitchalishious</title><content type='html'>What do you do for the dad who has everything? Stitch him a card! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0562.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Frames make everything look better, even 3 dollar Rite Aid frames.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-115052717130533962?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115052717130533962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=115052717130533962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115052717130533962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115052717130533962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/stitchalishious.html' title='Stitchalishious'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-115043845695473701</id><published>2006-06-15T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:14:16.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've rediscovered my craftasticness</title><content type='html'>This has been a productive few days for me. My main project is this double pointed needle case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0558.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0558.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hand stitched it from a few quilt squares I got at Joanns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0559.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most annoying part was putting on buttons for the top flap that keeps the needles in place. Elastic is fun to knit with but can be a real bitch for sewing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0561.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm pretty happy with the results. Now I just need to knit more and have a reason to buy enough double pointed needles to fill my case!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-115043845695473701?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115043845695473701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=115043845695473701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115043845695473701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/115043845695473701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-rediscovered-my-craftasticness.html' title='I&apos;ve rediscovered my craftasticness'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114990135593442287</id><published>2006-06-09T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T18:02:35.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0557.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I eat every time Luke is out of town, in part because I love it and in part because it's one of the few things I know how to make. The only thing that varies is the sauce and sometimes I add cauliflower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114990135593442287?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114990135593442287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114990135593442287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114990135593442287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114990135593442287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/yum.html' title='Yum.'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114983326193779594</id><published>2006-06-08T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T23:07:41.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicotin makes me reminiscent</title><content type='html'>Luke's at the Liars show right now and I decided that since I don't work tommorow and today has been a strange mix of fun hanging out and bad stressfull house news that I should take a vicotin and watch queer as folk and f-ing relax for a while. I think this was a good decision. My two typical side effects to this drug have arisen though : mild munchies (I plan to eat some chips and salsa any minute now) and extreme reminiscing during my cigarette breaks from the wonderful plot filled gay porn. Here is my most recent mixed emotion ponder... our impromptu 'dress up and attempt darren's dance grooves' day at the windsor ct house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/dance_grooves.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/dance_grooves.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's moments like these that make me miss the kind of crazy fun and drunkenness that comes with having a bunch of insane roommates. Now one's preggers, another's in a relationship that I'm increasingly wary of and the other is pretty much the same except for the positive addition of school responsibilities. Damn that house was wacky and awful and awesome, all in the space of eight short months. It's wierd to think that I may never have roommates again. Nice in a lot of ways, but there's a lot to reminisce about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114983326193779594?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114983326193779594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114983326193779594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114983326193779594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114983326193779594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/vicotin-makes-me-reminiscent.html' title='Vicotin makes me reminiscent'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114973841386022010</id><published>2006-06-07T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:46:53.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is so exciting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0556.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not working or going through buying-a-house stuff, these are two of the most exciting things I've got going right now. My orange socks (or possibly legwarmers, depending on the gauge) and my Bobby Kennedy book. The socks are fun but intimidating still; we'll see how they work out. The Bobby Kennedy book is fascinating. The author is pretty straightforward about a lot of things (the mob ties, McCarthy connections, plots to assasinate Castro) but he doesn't think that the Kennedys had anything to do with Marylin's death. I still think they had Sam Giancanna kill her because she knew too much and was becoming too unpredictable. I mean, hell, who doesn't like a good conspiracy theory?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114973841386022010?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114973841386022010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114973841386022010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114973841386022010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114973841386022010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-life-is-so-exciting.html' title='My life is so exciting'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114904099193706424</id><published>2006-05-30T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:03:11.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so cheap it hurts sometimes.</title><content type='html'>Here's is my mid-year resolution : the next time I start a knitting project and I don't have the right sized needles and the number of stitches the pattern requires doesn't fit well on my interchangeable needles (my main gripe is they're too short) I will tell myself this, "Spend the money and buy yourself the goddamn bamboo needles". This hopefully will save me much pain and misery spent trying to keep the stitches from falling of the slippery metal needles that are way too short and are also pokey at the end. I mean, shit, I can spend eight bucks at the bar in half an hour, why not spend the eight bucks and make my knitting experience so much better? I think I've learned my lesson. For now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114904099193706424?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114904099193706424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114904099193706424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114904099193706424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114904099193706424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-so-cheap-it-hurts-sometimes.html' title='I&apos;m so cheap it hurts sometimes.'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114767428358547652</id><published>2006-05-14T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:24:43.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs that you may be working too much...</title><content type='html'>So this morning at 4 am when luke's alarm went off for his early ass coffee job, I was delerious as usual. This morning though, I told him to be careful because "in my mind you're at Crossroads and your head is almost in the fryer". To clarify, this means that I thought that the pillow was the dark grease in the elephant ears cart at my work and he was trying to sleep in it. Wow. They say not to bring your work home with you. I guess I haven't mastered that one yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114767428358547652?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114767428358547652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114767428358547652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114767428358547652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114767428358547652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/signs-that-you-may-be-working-too-much.html' title='Signs that you may be working too much...'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114706871982070844</id><published>2006-05-07T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:11:59.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll try not to forget the little people...</title><content type='html'>So after about a week of training for my summer supervisor position, I've decided that less work + better pay - as much time near greasy food stuffs = awesome! Why is it that people that do less manual labor get more money? Granted I do have to deal with unpleasant manegerial stuff like making big decisions and being more responsible, but hell, I have keys and a weekend parking spot! How cool is that? The only downside thus far is longer hours and no scheduled breaks, but mostly that means that I carry snacks around in my pockets. I could get used to this, which is unfortunate because it's temporary, but the upside to that is that I can take some serious time off after the summer. Hello airstream trip and craft retreat! Nice lights at the end of my tunnel, or carrot at the end of the rope, or something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114706871982070844?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114706871982070844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114706871982070844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114706871982070844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114706871982070844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/ill-try-not-to-forget-little-people.html' title='I&apos;ll try not to forget the little people...'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114638133994950754</id><published>2006-04-30T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T00:16:50.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting old!</title><content type='html'>Well, I've yet to find a gray hair but all other signs are pointing to the fact that I'm officially becoming old. I'm thinking about buying a house. Hardcori sent me a book all about house buying and mortgages and the fascinating world of real estate. I think the fact that I used the words fascinating and mortgages in the same sentence is enough proof. Plus I knit alot and when I went to my coworker's 20th birthday party tonight and kept thinking about the real estate book and knitting and my boyfriend and my cats... that made me feel really old. So I came home and took a vicotin and am now watching 'queer as folk' (best gay porn show ever!). I know how to party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114638133994950754?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114638133994950754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114638133994950754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114638133994950754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114638133994950754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-getting-old.html' title='I&apos;m getting old!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114577804826400729</id><published>2006-04-23T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T10:15:29.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeewww!!!</title><content type='html'>So the other night I watched 'The House of Wax' (the new one) and tonight I watched 'Hostel' by the same director as 'Cabin Fever'. Let me just say, GROSS! Each movie had it's own special disgustingness, but they both had a scene where someone's digit was clipped off by something that reminded me of the shears we used at the flower shop. Sick! I do have to give props to movies like this though, because maybe they realize that they're not going to scare me, so instead they go for utmost gore factor, and I appreciate that. 'Cabin Fever' is still better than 'Hostel' and the original 'House of Wax' is better than the new one, but at least the new ones are gross...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114577804826400729?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114577804826400729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114577804826400729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114577804826400729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114577804826400729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/eeewww.html' title='Eeewww!!!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114525556373735884</id><published>2006-04-16T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:32:43.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still a knitting purist, I swear...</title><content type='html'>So, I taught myself how to crochet tonight while watching dodgeball (F-ing funny by the way if you haven't seen it. David Hasselhoff and Chuck Norris! What could be better!) and although I think I'm still on the side of the knitting purist, crocheting is pretty darn fun, and fast! To be totally honest with everyone, I taught myself to crochet in order to put off making socks, which I'm kind of frightened of and starting a sweaterr, which I'm entirely frightened of. As far as filler goes though, A+ to the chain stitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114525556373735884?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114525556373735884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114525556373735884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114525556373735884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114525556373735884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-still-knitting-purist-i-swear.html' title='I&apos;m still a knitting purist, I swear...'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114482010289883987</id><published>2006-04-11T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:35:02.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats + Knitting = Funny!</title><content type='html'>Did anyone look at the YKW? for today?! Screw kintting a bikini for myself! I feel bad kind of that I always put pictures of Cholumlee with my knitting and not Vinnie, but Chollums is just so passive about it. He does look kind of pissed here though with a baby bootie on his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0549.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114482010289883987?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114482010289883987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114482010289883987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114482010289883987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114482010289883987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/cats-knitting-funny.html' title='Cats + Knitting = Funny!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114465160884705524</id><published>2006-04-09T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:52:11.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keyhole!</title><content type='html'>Finally the damn thing's done! Not too exciting, but not too shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0548.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0548.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the keyhole part you tuck it into. Spiffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0543.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0543.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114465160884705524?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114465160884705524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114465160884705524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114465160884705524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114465160884705524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/keyhole.html' title='Keyhole!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114464362751048806</id><published>2006-04-09T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:35:00.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta Da!</title><content type='html'>It took me forever to figure out how to get a close up of my ring without it being all blurry. I gave up on trying to hold my fingers so they didn't look wierd. Maybe I'll never be a famous hand model. Oh well. I'm getting married! To an amazing boy! Ha! How f-ing wierd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0541.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0541.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114464362751048806?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114464362751048806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114464362751048806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114464362751048806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114464362751048806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/ta-da.html' title='Ta Da!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114430728952306223</id><published>2006-04-06T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T00:08:09.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scarves are too long</title><content type='html'>Once again, I'm posting without a picture. In part because Luke is asleep in the room where the camera is and also because i still haven't finished my damn keyhole scarf. I've decided not to do another scarf for a while after this one cause they're too damn long. It's looking good though. I have tomorrow off and a movie to watch if the weather's bad, so it may be done then. or maybe I'll start something else on the side...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114430728952306223?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114430728952306223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114430728952306223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114430728952306223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114430728952306223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/scarves-are-too-long.html' title='scarves are too long'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114395872440203895</id><published>2006-04-01T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T22:18:44.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just thought i'd post a bit even though i don't have any new exciting craft pictures to add on. luke and i went to the coast with his parents and had a wonderful time of card games, beach walks and too much booze. i did a bit of knitting but haven't finished the keyhole scarf i'm working on. i wish all the blog people lived near each other so we could all hang out and inspire each other and annoy each other and just plain be around each other more often. too many people in my friend circle here are doing way too many drugs right now and i'm over it. even though i don't hang out that much, it's still depressing. i like being addicted to knitting. it's much cheaper and doesn't make you into a sneaky creepshow. okay, i've ranted, sorry for the minimal punctuation and the copious run on sentences. do crafts, not lines! maybe i'll make a t-shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114395872440203895?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114395872440203895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114395872440203895' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114395872440203895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114395872440203895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-thought-id-post-bit-even-though-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114326607928705088</id><published>2006-03-24T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T21:54:39.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Tattoo!</title><content type='html'>Yay! After almost five years, I finally got a new tattoo! I think it turned out beautifully! Sage did it and made the guy into a girl (very impressive). Go girl power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0517.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is going towards the twin peaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0518.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114326607928705088?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114326607928705088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114326607928705088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114326607928705088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114326607928705088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-tattoo.html' title='New Tattoo!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114291597838429783</id><published>2006-03-20T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:39:38.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>frogging.</title><content type='html'>Well, once again, somehow I've managed to get the gague off a little on a project. I think I can fix it though. Here's Luke wearing the earflap hat I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/200/IMG_0514.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I would have put a picture of me wearing it but it looked even wierder on me, The earflaps were down almost to my chin. Crap! Also, much to my dismay, I could not figure out how to make a thing called and I-cord (an idiot-cord, oh the irony!) and the ties came out all twisted and bouncy. Good god! But I have faith in this hat. I have frogged the one seen in the picture and am beginning anew with a few altercations to the pattern. Cross your fingers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114291597838429783?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114291597838429783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114291597838429783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114291597838429783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114291597838429783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/frogging.html' title='frogging.'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114263905763983629</id><published>2006-03-17T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:47:34.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Derelicte!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0511.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0511.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by Hardcori's plastic bag-bag making, here's my very own derelicte tote bag! It was super fun to make and turned out quite nicely I think. For my next one I think I'll organize the bags so that it makes stripes in just gray and white. So homeless-chic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114263905763983629?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114263905763983629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114263905763983629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114263905763983629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114263905763983629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/derelicte.html' title='Derelicte!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114223353969959298</id><published>2006-03-12T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:08:05.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0510.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can't call me a quitter I suppose. There are now two legwarmers and two normal sized mittens. I'm pretty happy with the mittens, although I might adjust the thumbs cause they're kind of long. The legwarmers on the other hand (or leg, ha!) are falling to my ankles as I write. Knit and learn. That's my philosophy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114223353969959298?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114223353969959298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114223353969959298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114223353969959298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114223353969959298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/twins.html' title='Twins!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114203949324640505</id><published>2006-03-10T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T17:11:33.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hail?</title><content type='html'>Portland weather has no idea what it's doing lately. It's snowed for the last two nights, rained some and just a minute ago, there was a crazy hail storm. Make up your mind Ptown. Jeez. If you look closely at this picture of Norma, you might be able to see the rainbowy little hail stones? balls? spheres? I don't know. I'm no meteorologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0502.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114203949324640505?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114203949324640505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114203949324640505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114203949324640505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114203949324640505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-hail.html' title='What the hail?'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114177641163364475</id><published>2006-03-07T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T16:06:51.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>All right comrades! I have succeeded in making a normal sized mitten.I used an elasticy yarn that was nice to work with and should be great for hardcori's bikini. Here's me wearing the mitten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0499.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/200/IMG_0499.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another perspective shot with Chollums...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0500.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/200/IMG_0500.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally a side by side with the biggest mitten ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/200/IMG_0501.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While making the thumb, I realized that working in the round on double pointed needles reminds me of open heart sugery. Just something to ponder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0498.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/200/IMG_0498.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114177641163364475?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114177641163364475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114177641163364475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114177641163364475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114177641163364475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114176616363455329</id><published>2006-03-07T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T13:16:03.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this just in</title><content type='html'>did anyone know that it's national craft month! at least that's what joanns' website says. wow, how should we celebrate? possibly by crafting a lot. oh wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114176616363455329?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114176616363455329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114176616363455329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114176616363455329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114176616363455329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-just-in.html' title='this just in'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114171066202294407</id><published>2006-03-06T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:51:34.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>multi tasking</title><content type='html'>i just put the finishing touches on my coworker Candice's snake scarf in the lovely orange she picked out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0495.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0495.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before finishing the scarf, i started a hopefully regular sized mitten and plan to start my second legwarmer in a minute. maybe instead of craft a.d.d. i'll call it extreme multi tasking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114171066202294407?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114171066202294407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114171066202294407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114171066202294407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114171066202294407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/multi-tasking_06.html' title='multi tasking'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114162877110305273</id><published>2006-03-05T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:06:11.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>legwarmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0493.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... dunno. let me know, should i make another one? it's not awfull, but will i ever wear them if there were two?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114162877110305273?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114162877110305273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114162877110305273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114162877110305273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114162877110305273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/legwarmer.html' title='legwarmer'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114161638834830730</id><published>2006-03-05T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T19:52:47.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Jean</title><content type='html'>Hardcori and my trip to Eugene was quite a success! Thanks to all that helped this trip to rock. Cori for driving my ass around, Sierra, Chris and Becky for giving us some quality conversation, and Andie for hosting the friendly get together! I had a lot of fun and hope no one felt alienated by the copious knitting.Of course I can't resist giving y'all a glimpse of who I got to hang out with in the down time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0491.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0491.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114161638834830730?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114161638834830730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114161638834830730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114161638834830730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114161638834830730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/blue-jean.html' title='Blue Jean'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114137228028951279</id><published>2006-03-02T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:51:20.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardcori's in town!</title><content type='html'>So hardcori managed to knit an entire legwarmer in the last little while and I have had craft A.D.D. I have at least gotten a little bit done on several different projects. A lot of unraveling was involved. My legwarmers have been started and I was shown how to add links to all the bitchin'est bloggers on the block! We may try to puffy paint the phil collins t-shirts I've been meaning to make for years, but who knows. There's been a lot of buffy watching and some popcorn eating, so I may get distracted again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114137228028951279?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114137228028951279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114137228028951279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114137228028951279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114137228028951279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/hardcoris-in-town.html' title='Hardcori&apos;s in town!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114118440402810161</id><published>2006-02-28T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T19:40:04.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitching made possible by becky fay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0489.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's jake and raven's housewarming present (the skull on a dishtowel) along with some other embroidery pieces I did from the patterns becky fay gave me for my birthday. thanks becky fay! you put the oi! in embroidery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114118440402810161?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114118440402810161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114118440402810161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114118440402810161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114118440402810161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/stitching-made-possible-by-becky-fay.html' title='Stitching made possible by becky fay'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114110784361689162</id><published>2006-02-27T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:24:03.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0486.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shot of the biggest mitten ever next to an average sized cat (Chollumlee). Now maybe you can see more clearly that this mitten may in fact be the biggest ever made. Or at least the biggest made that was intended to be for use with a normal sized persons hand. Hmmm... maybe yarn size and needle size do make a difference. Oh well, I will not be discouraged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114110784361689162?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114110784361689162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114110784361689162' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114110784361689162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114110784361689162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114110751897535428</id><published>2006-02-27T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:19:20.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest mitten ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/1600/IMG_0487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5792/2365/320/IMG_0487.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114110751897535428?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114110751897535428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114110751897535428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114110751897535428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114110751897535428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/biggest-mitten-ever.html' title='Biggest mitten ever'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23146589.post-114110656869582262</id><published>2006-02-27T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:02:48.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare to be Bored!</title><content type='html'>Hey all! Are you ready for this? My own personal blog so I can bore you with my needless observations and crafts even from hundreds of miles away! Sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23146589-114110656869582262?l=pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114110656869582262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23146589&amp;postID=114110656869582262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114110656869582262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23146589/posts/default/114110656869582262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpshopgirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/prepare-to-be-bored.html' title='Prepare to be Bored!'/><author><name>pulpshopgirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
