<?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-169498033097490629</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:26:36.047-05:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='meme'/><category term='playgrounds'/><category term='election'/><category term='snomgpgh'/><category term='Pittsburgh'/><category term='doctor who'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='books'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Rocky'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='graduate school'/><category term='goals'/><category term='music'/><category term='applesauce'/><category term='template'/><category term='apartment'/><category term='being totally emo'/><category term='life'/><category term='movie'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='alcohol'/><category term='travel'/><category term='photo'/><category term='memories'/><category term='dessert'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='cinnamon'/><category term='bowling'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='video'/><category term='concert'/><category term='michigan'/><category term='tv'/><category term='Monk'/><category term='Europe'/><category term='candy'/><category term='work'/><category term='laptop'/><title type='text'>Midnight Snack Attack</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>321</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-5654366550264270272</id><published>2012-01-29T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T21:45:14.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You make Danzing want to speak Spanish</title><content type='html'>Can I gush for just a moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I love that we stayed up to 4 am watching any and all Shakira music videos we could find on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;-Whenever I hear our song it turns me into a giant pile of mush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a promotion and raise at work. The promotion doesn't come with any additional responsibilities as I assumed those responsibilities months ago. I just now have the title and get a few extra dollars an hour. I think they mostly did it to make sure I didn't leave for any of the other title companies in the area like the majority of my former coworkers. Whatever their motives, it is nice to be appreciated so I'm going with it. That said, I still hate my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Years Day, we painted our attic blue. We started out wanting navy blue but I was scared that it would be too dark. So we ended up with a blue entitled Corsair that was a wee bit lighter. After spending all day painting and watching the complete series of Daria (a Christmas present), I realized it is Tardis blue. It looks like the police box threw up all over the walls. Oh well...we are getting a police box sign for the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to go to a good concert. Something unabashedly corny and awesome, like the Spice Girls. I think we should make a girl's weekend of it. PS we have an open invitation to NYC with free lodging in Brooklyn. Let's do it! Pleaseeeeeeeee? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-5654366550264270272?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5654366550264270272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=5654366550264270272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5654366550264270272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5654366550264270272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-make-danzing-want-to-speak-spanish.html' title='You make Danzing want to speak Spanish'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-247565810001910945</id><published>2011-11-24T11:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:58:20.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smorgasbord of thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am truly thankful for all of you! To me Thanksgiving is about celebrating the family you've acquired over the years. It might not always be the people who are related to you by blood but the people who you actually like being around. So to all of you, I love and miss you!!! Hope you have a relaxing day filed with calm and yummy foods!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So Murphy has heartworms. It's something we knew we when adopted him from the pound but I was just so excited that they were finally releasing him after he beat kennel cough that I didn't even think about it. However, we're just about to start the real treatment after months of preventative medicine and antibiotics. I'm scared. I keep reading all this stuff on the internet about how a high percentage of dogs don't even survive the treatment. And he has to get shots of arsenic and be in his cage for two months. Ahhhhhhh......it's terrifying. But he's young and strong and I don't think the vet would put him through this all if she didn't think he'd survive. So we just have to be positive!! (PS I don't know how parents go through stuff like this with kids, gah!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have my own kitten. His name is Voodoo Ben Franklin Phil Collins. For short I call him Voodoo. He's adorable and stripped and has a bunch of thumbs. I can't believe I have my own kitten. It's bizarre. That's a picture of Murphy and Voodoo below. They are best friends and snuggle together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MJm2gNuOjOE/Ts53XOVC__I/AAAAAAAAAhw/ZP25vRVdL3k/s1600/IMAG0013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MJm2gNuOjOE/Ts53XOVC__I/AAAAAAAAAhw/ZP25vRVdL3k/s320/IMAG0013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The dress I wanted for Christmas has sold out. Quelle surprise! So I have now decided anyone of &lt;a href="http://www.express.com/dresses-22/control/show/38/index.cat?viewall=1&amp;amp;bypass=Y"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; shall do especially the ones with sequins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Should I be concerned that when I sent Wombat &lt;a href="http://voodoodoughnut.com/menu.php"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; for our trip to Portland, he sent back &lt;a href="http://voodoodoughnut.com/weddings.php"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-247565810001910945?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/247565810001910945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=247565810001910945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/247565810001910945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/247565810001910945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2011/11/smorgasbord-of-thought.html' title='Smorgasbord of thought...'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MJm2gNuOjOE/Ts53XOVC__I/AAAAAAAAAhw/ZP25vRVdL3k/s72-c/IMAG0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-407823166646236409</id><published>2011-10-09T15:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T15:40:43.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 weeks of overtime</title><content type='html'>Just completed my fourth continuous week of overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It included 2 Saturdays. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been made a secret team leader for the project we've been working on. It's a project for another department so why they can't have someone be in charge, I don't know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It doesn't come with a raise. (I asked)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss having a lunch hour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss leaving work when the sun is still out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Team leader is really just another word for babysitter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My director just realized she didn't get me a birthday card. I told her not to worry. It was a theme this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just realized my department is run by Mean Girls. I'm sad that they all make more than me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;All in all, I would really enjoy some fondue and pumpkin pie margaritas are delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-407823166646236409?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/407823166646236409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=407823166646236409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/407823166646236409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/407823166646236409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2011/10/4-weeks-of-overtime.html' title='4 weeks of overtime'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-6668779999545993392</id><published>2011-09-18T10:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T10:48:29.584-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><title type='text'>Window shopping</title><content type='html'>Found my &lt;a href="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod92570068&amp;amp;parentId="&gt;Christmas dress&lt;/a&gt;. Now just need to wait for it to go on sale, like 95% off should do the trick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else obsessed with &lt;a href="http://www1.macys.com/campaign/social?campaign_id=202&amp;amp;channel_id=1&amp;amp;bundle_entryPath=/karl"&gt;Impulse by Karl Lagerfeld&lt;/a&gt; at Macy's? I want it all. I'm incredibly jealous of Pomme's discount right now. Though, the model in their campaign scares me a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I really wanted to get some pieces from the &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/c/Missoni/-/N-5ouwb#?lnk=Story_WMNL1_0918_HERO%7CHERO"&gt;Missoni collection&lt;/a&gt; at Target. But now I'm scared I wasn't fast enough and it'll be all picked over by people who are price gauging it on Ebay. Sad times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-6668779999545993392?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6668779999545993392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=6668779999545993392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6668779999545993392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6668779999545993392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2011/09/window-shopping.html' title='Window shopping'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-3763181408446070177</id><published>2011-08-21T13:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T13:23:21.332-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>Bocce</title><content type='html'>On Sundays, I drive Wombat to work. I take the long way past the community park and there, on the other side of the tennis courts across the street from the little league baseball fields, is a bocce ball court. Every time like clockwork, there is a group of little old men playing a game. One of them brings a boom box that plays classic Italian songs (except for last week when it was playing a weird mash up of Italian love songs and French techno). I always try to hit the red light so I can soak it all in because for that brief moment I feel like I'm back in Italy. By the time I drive back through about 15 minutes later, they are all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my favorite moment of the week. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-3763181408446070177?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3763181408446070177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=3763181408446070177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3763181408446070177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3763181408446070177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2011/08/bocce.html' title='Bocce'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-3772136499148397442</id><published>2011-07-16T11:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T11:28:13.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb luck?</title><content type='html'>Am I dumb because I left my keys in the ignition which caused the battery to die twice this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-or-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I lucky because I left my keys in the ignition with the doors unlocked twice this week and no one stole my car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I went to warm up my lasagna at work and when I came back upstairs they had laid off  everyone I had been hired with and about a third of the company. I'm scared to take lunch now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-3772136499148397442?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3772136499148397442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=3772136499148397442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3772136499148397442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3772136499148397442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2011/07/dumb-luck.html' title='Dumb luck?'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-3646414854619588660</id><published>2011-07-08T22:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:14:54.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibset</title><content type='html'>Someone come play the sibset game* with me over at &lt;a href="http://www.youcantcallitit.com/"&gt;youcan'tcallitit.com&lt;/a&gt; because my boyfriend is lame and wont do it with me. Please!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The way some of the names are spelled terrify me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-3646414854619588660?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3646414854619588660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=3646414854619588660&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3646414854619588660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3646414854619588660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2011/07/sibset.html' title='Sibset'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-7587267015170726698</id><published>2011-07-02T10:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T10:11:41.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinterest</title><content type='html'>I started a Pinterest account today and it is inspiration overload. I love it. If only, I was actually crafty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend will spent with my family who has descended upon my fair city. We will shop, eat, drink, party and laugh. I can't lie. I'll spending most of my time worried that every one thinks I'm fat. My grandma did ask if I was pregnant last time I saw her. I wish I didn't have to spend it with my extended and I could just hang out with my immediate family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a Fourth of July full of fireworks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-7587267015170726698?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7587267015170726698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=7587267015170726698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7587267015170726698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7587267015170726698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2011/07/pinterest.html' title='Pinterest'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-4269809442459879848</id><published>2011-06-26T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T13:03:13.167-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>Conflict Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.conflictkitchen.org/"&gt;I want to eat here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-4269809442459879848?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4269809442459879848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=4269809442459879848&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/4269809442459879848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/4269809442459879848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2011/06/conflict-kitchen.html' title='Conflict Kitchen'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-9017127662799079887</id><published>2011-06-25T19:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T19:23:33.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These Old Shoes</title><content type='html'>I finally got my laptop repaired. It's been about six months without it and I've missed it so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bit the bullet and left my parent's cell phone plan. Same number, same phone for the moment but it's up to me to pay the bill now. I thought this means I'm officially not financially tied to them anymore but I just realized I'm still on their insurance until August when my benefits through work kick in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll wait out the next few weeks and then I think I'm officially an adult??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-9017127662799079887?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/9017127662799079887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=9017127662799079887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/9017127662799079887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/9017127662799079887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2011/06/these-old-shoes.html' title='These Old Shoes'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-1307069184683616788</id><published>2011-06-11T10:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:59:17.281-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>- - - - -</title><content type='html'>I think I've officially been away too long as blogger took a hell of a long time to log in just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across &lt;a href="http://diegoguevara.com/blog/2011/05/05/cinemagraphs/"&gt;these cinemagraphs&lt;/a&gt; and thought they were really cool so I wanted to share them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I thought why don't I just move the blog to wordpress right now or start a tumblr or something. However, per my conversation with Pomme, I am not starting anything new until I have found a distinct purpose for it. Like a food blog, or road trip blog, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I'll just randomly pop up with stuff until I can find someway to focus my time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-1307069184683616788?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1307069184683616788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=1307069184683616788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1307069184683616788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1307069184683616788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='- - - - -'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-662220820875267634</id><published>2011-01-02T13:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:54:46.906-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#310</title><content type='html'>So I wrote you all Christmas Cards. Very beautiful and nice Christmas cards. And I was drunk while doing it so who knows if I spelled things correctly. But anyway, I then took the cards and shoved them in a purse. A week later I found them and in an attempt to force myself to finish addressing them, I put stamps on all of the envelopes. My next step was shoving them back in the purse, still unaddressed. I discovered them today. My options are now A) send them out almost 2 weeks after Christmas, B) save them for next year and be super awesome by already crossing something off of my 2011 Christmas to-do list or C) use the envelopes to send you guys some other kind of holiday card such as St. Patrick's Day or Valentine's Day or &lt;a href="http://www.holidayinsights.com/other/puddle.htm"&gt;Step in a Puddle and Splash Your Friends Day&lt;/a&gt; because postage is probably going to go up by next Christmas. We'll see what I actually get my lazy ass to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This previous summer, I was trapped in a freak sudden horrible rainstorm on my way back from work. I had shoved by iPod in the outside pocket of a backpack instead of putting it in a water safe pocket because I'm really smart like that. Once making it home, I discovered it had been sitting in a puddle of water. But I was late for something and still soaking wet so I just left it on top of a bookcase and ran away because denial is always the best course for wet electronics. Since then, the battery life has shrunk and it frequently runs out of juice. When this happens, the time and date reset to December 31, 1969, every single time. So obviously this means that in the near future I get to time travel and I go back to 1969 where I get into all sorts of trouble. Thus forcing myself to figure out how to send a message to current me via my poor mentally retard iPod Touch. It totally makes sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-662220820875267634?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/662220820875267634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=662220820875267634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/662220820875267634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/662220820875267634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2011/01/310.html' title='#310'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-2792993052594883325</id><published>2010-12-06T14:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T14:38:07.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#309</title><content type='html'>Not having internet and cable at home is strange. Weird in that I don't miss cable at all. I just sub in other activities for the time spent being a couch potato. I do miss internet and it drives me crazy not having it. Though the crazy is getting smaller and smaller. So who knows, maybe some day I wont miss it at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have to go to public places to use the internet, I've learned some things.&lt;br /&gt;1) old men feel 100% comfortable just plopping down at my table and starting a conversation even though I have no interest in them. They just talk and talk while I keep my focus on the computer. It's really awkward.&lt;br /&gt;2) groups of women who get together to chat over coffee are super annoying. They are loud and talk about themselves incessantly. The topics of conversation are usually super self indulgent and about crazy things such as silver cavity fillings or buying bottles of wine for waiters because they should know what the wine tastes like in case customers ask.&lt;br /&gt;3) I like not living in the immediate city but I hate suburban white women. They are so whiny and really suck at driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow flurries have started in PGH. The people out here already can't drive. Adding in snow is major and causes them to use their brakes about 99.9% of the time. Going up hill, going down hill, turning requires a complete stop now. I miss being able to drive to work but I don't miss living in Squill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making my mom's Christmas present and I'm super nervous about it. But I always get nervous about gift giving for that woman so I shouldn't be too surprised. Speaking of my mom, she's still not over me moving in with Wombat. The passive aggressive swiping and pawning her issues off on other people is not appreciated. I wish she'd get over it. The rest of my immediate family seems just fine with it. Who knows about the extended family? But I don't really care about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-2792993052594883325?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2792993052594883325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=2792993052594883325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/2792993052594883325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/2792993052594883325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/12/309.html' title='#309'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-3650339625532818195</id><published>2010-10-11T16:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T16:29:07.451-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#308</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today turned into a cell phone free day as I lost the phone or left it at home or something. Whatever I did, I don't have it with me and it's nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looked in my closet for appropriate outfit for Frances' wedding. Have determined nothing is right but have no money to buy something new. I'll have to go all project runway with my sewing kit and make something fabulous myself. Or just wear a sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After spending almost $100 tuning up my car, I brilliantly drove with the emergency brake and ruined the rear brakes. Something I didn't quite realize until I was trying to stop before smashing into a delivery truck. Lessons learned: 1)don't drive with the e brake on, 2)pump the brakes when they stop working, it slows you down, 3)Wombat is quite handy with fixing cars when I destroy them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wombat said he'd buy me a convertible. I'd just have to rebuild the engine myself. That can't be too hard right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-3650339625532818195?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3650339625532818195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=3650339625532818195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3650339625532818195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3650339625532818195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/10/308.html' title='#308'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-7960653810541969785</id><published>2010-09-19T13:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T14:10:17.954-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#307</title><content type='html'>I think I shall make Sundays cell phone free days. I kinda like not being tied to my phone for just one day. It's a bit freeing but I bet it'll never last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked up the weather in Raleigh and it's supposed to be in the 90s when we're there. Ugh! I'm really into fall and wearing all of my fall clothes. I don't want to pull the sundresses and shorts back out of storage. I also don't want to drive through West Virginia for a majority of the trip. I'm trying to convince him to let us drive through Maryland, Washington D.C. and Virginia instead. I think it'll be better that way. I'm excited for the trip but I can't lie, I'm a little nervous about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-7960653810541969785?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7960653810541969785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=7960653810541969785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7960653810541969785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7960653810541969785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/09/307.html' title='#307'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-1902629444660111692</id><published>2010-09-10T11:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:12:33.575-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I've lost count as I don't actually visit my blog anymore, FAIL</title><content type='html'>I slept walked (sleep walked?) the other night. It was totally creepy, like I could feel myself doing it and couldn't stop it. Not a huge fan of that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to 80's night after taking a four months off. While I don't think it'll become a weekly thing again, it was nice to get out and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is still in boxes. It's sad. I have no energy or motivation to unpack. I should really get on that as last night I invited his coworkers over for fondue. That's right, I'm breaking out the fondue pot from it's years long hiatus. CHEEESEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for fall just like Pomme. I think this season has the best fashion and I totally feel my cutest in the cardigans. I really want to get a pumpkin this year. We have the perfect front porch for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is in no way perfect. Things are all jumbled and in some ways messed up. But I'm ridiculously happy. I know it's cheesy and sappy and lame and I'd been fighting it for a long time. It's really nice. Okay, that's all I'll say, promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-1902629444660111692?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1902629444660111692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=1902629444660111692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1902629444660111692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1902629444660111692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-lost-count-as-i-don-actually-visit-my.html' title='I&amp;#39;ve lost count as I don&amp;#39;t actually visit my blog anymore, FAIL'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-7130164914565924015</id><published>2010-08-18T08:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T08:05:08.917-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#305</title><content type='html'>It started on vacation and has continued once I returned to real life. I'm only getting 5 hours of sleep a night. I feel like crap. I look like crap. Everyone tells me I look tired. I am tired. I go to bed exhausted. I wake up exhausted. I miss sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think I've run out of internet. I can't think of anything else I want to look up or explore. So basically I just refresh facebook all day long. Ohhhh this is sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-7130164914565924015?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7130164914565924015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=7130164914565924015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7130164914565924015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7130164914565924015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/08/305.html' title='#305'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-4905929036412254427</id><published>2010-08-01T09:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T09:47:11.013-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#304</title><content type='html'>I am successfully moved into the Full House. It was an adventure with lots of rushing around and improvising but it's done. Yay! It feels so good to be out of Squirrel Hill. I really started to loathe that neighborhood near the end. But who knows, maybe I'll be back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am awake after only 5 hours of sleep. I feel like I was hit by a truck and I couldn't figure out why. Then I remember we went to the bar to celebrate after moving. I had two whole beers which normally wouldn't make me feel this way but I guess after not eating a whole lot yesterday it was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting outside the bar last night, drinking in the night air, when a guy I've only met a few times who never ever remembers me asked if I was hungry. Ummm, yeah I was starving. He disappeared and returned a few minutes later with a hot dog and a box of chicken wings. They were the most delicious things ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ate at a Chick-fil-A. I'm sad that my dislike of chicken has led me to never try this place. I found it actually pretty delicious and they have waffle fries. I'm a sucker for anyplace that has waffle fries. The only weird thing about this place is it is closed on Sundays. A bit like Hobby Lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhh, I got a road bike yesterday. It is a Bianchi. I've always wanted a Bianchi. It'll probably be my only Italian made method of transportation ever. It feel off of a bike rack and somersaulted down the highway so somethings need to be fixed but then it'll be fully functional. I am surprised to admit it but this biking thing is kind of addictive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-4905929036412254427?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4905929036412254427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=4905929036412254427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/4905929036412254427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/4905929036412254427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/08/304.html' title='#304'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-5838835132753137937</id><published>2010-07-29T10:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T10:46:03.723-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#303</title><content type='html'>I saw practically all of you updated last night and I felt the urge to join in. I do better with bullet points so I'll go with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The apartment search still continues. It is getting to be super frustrating. I'm so sick of moving every year for the past 7 years so I was hoping we could find a place where we wouldn't mind staying put for at least 2. Maybe I'm just being super picky? I don't know. However, since we haven't found a place yet and my lease is up in 3 days, I get to move in with the boyfriend at his house with his two roommates. And the one roommate's fiance is also moving in due to the same circumstances. It's like a really twisted version of Full House. I just keep reminding myself that it is only for a month and I'll be gone for a week of it. Who knows, maybe we'll find a place whose lease starts mid-August.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This being part of a couple thing has its ups and downs. Definitely more ups than downs but it's not always smooth sailing. Trying to figure out how to deal with stress and moving and a significant other can be hard. I'll admit I lost it a bit on Tuesday. I was just really sick of everything. Of being patient with others and them never ever returning the patience. Of them never thinking of how their actions are affecting anyone else but them. It's not him but I was maybe taking a bit of it out on him. It's really frustrating and I don't want to deal with it anymore. But a morning spent with Sniper helped me get back on track. And then I lost my phone which just kinda sent me into one of those crazy laughing fits where I just didn't care anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got the phone back with limited craziness. It is a bit beat up and the lens on the camera is cracked. But it is functional and I really don't care much past that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a bit of a 'whoa! this is totally weird and foreign to me' moment when I was shopping for a birthday card for his sister and I realized we'd sign the card together. It seemed so official couply. I don't know why I had a problem with it and I got over it. I guess it just seems like something my parents do and they are grown ups and I am but a wee child still. Or something like that. But she liked my card and loved my gift and that felt pretty awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lately, I've felt a lot closer to my dad than my mom. It's nice and I'm enjoying the conversations with my dad. But I feel really lonely without my mom. Our conversations seem strained at times and then at others, she can be kinda snarky at me. I get that she's going through a lot right now and I'm going through a lot right now. Perhaps we're just handling it all the same which makes it difficult for us to help the other one. I don't know but I'm hoping it corrects itself on vacation. I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-5838835132753137937?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5838835132753137937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=5838835132753137937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5838835132753137937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5838835132753137937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/07/303.html' title='#303'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-1660788696699115932</id><published>2010-07-06T16:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T16:32:59.969-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>#302</title><content type='html'>It is for sure cancer. I feel a lot calmer knowing but I think I am the only one. My mom is really off her game and it's weird. We find out what kind and course of treatment on Wednesday so for now, it's just more waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduced the boyfriend (I cannot think of a nickname for him at all) to my dad's side of family this weekend. It was a lot easier than I expected. My grandma was cranky wanted to know why was he dating me because it sure wasn't for my high paying job but everyone else seemed really nice. AUNT and Cogene took the initiative and decided to invite him for Christmas and a camping trip in the fall. And then he accepted so I guess we're spending Christmas in Michigan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-1660788696699115932?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1660788696699115932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=1660788696699115932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1660788696699115932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1660788696699115932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/07/302.html' title='#302'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-2054155917155465204</id><published>2010-07-01T19:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:08:08.243-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>#301</title><content type='html'>Getting a phone call from home at work is never good especially when it's your mom letting you know that your grandpa might have oral cancer. They find out for sure on friday. Normally when this stuff happens, my mom is totally cool and explains everything in her nurse like way. But this time it was different. She sounded worried and unsure and scared.&lt;br /&gt;The cancer I can deal with, it's happened before with other grandparents. But she told me if he has it, it is going to require major facial surgery and that really gets me. Just the fact that my grandpa may not look the way he has always looked before seems totally bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just really sick of cancer. It's been popping up a lot lately and I could use a break from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-2054155917155465204?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2054155917155465204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=2054155917155465204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/2054155917155465204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/2054155917155465204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/07/301.html' title='#301'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-6111839536641544147</id><published>2010-06-22T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T21:38:50.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#300</title><content type='html'>Whoops, I disappeared for a month. It wasn't my intention but it just sorta happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered I will be spending the 4th of July &lt;a href="http://www.vrbo.com/271290"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; with my dad's side of the family. It is going to be a lot of people in one house. I've done that before with my mom's side but I think this may be trickier. I'm going to arm myself with my laptop and some sort of alcoholic beverage at all times. I've been told that there will be kegs and numerous bottles of wine. I'm trying to psych myself up for this by hoping that there will be ranch dispensers in all of the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August, I'll be going on a family vacation with my parents to Charleston. I actually excited for this one. It should be a week of relaxation and beach and my dog. I really can't think of anything wrong with that. There are a lot of logistics before I can make it to the vacation such as find a new apartment, move to new apartment, find new job, not explode from all of the stress. I think it is doable. But sometimes, I'm just not so sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-6111839536641544147?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6111839536641544147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=6111839536641544147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6111839536641544147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6111839536641544147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/06/300.html' title='#300'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-5393290015685112516</id><published>2010-05-25T19:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:24:07.806-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#299</title><content type='html'>Life:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally got around to ordering my messenger bag; I went with the yellow and white one. The bike shop ended up gifting it to me. I was really touched and surprised. They also threw in a blinky light to clip to it for riding at night. I think I am now officially a cyclist, hahaha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went on an inaugural ride with the bike and a friend. Somehow going at dusk through traffic to a bike where we rode the trails deep down into the valley to drink some beer seemed like the best idea. It was terrifying and a lot of fun! I think I shall do it again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also think the bike ride may be why my left leg currently looks like this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/S_xh-DWxkaI/AAAAAAAAAg4/YA88TyKp6K0/s1600/531246859_1876886508_0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/S_xh-DWxkaI/AAAAAAAAAg4/YA88TyKp6K0/s200/531246859_1876886508_0.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475358965656293794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They really mean it when they say NO PARKING. I got my car towed. I got my car back. It was fun but nothing I would like to repeat any time soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday, Sniper and I took off to run around the city in celebration of her 25th birthday. We painted pottery and visited the &lt;a href="http://phipps.conservatory.org/"&gt;Phipps&lt;/a&gt;. We saw the Agave plant that only blooms once in a 100 years then dies. It looked just like a plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For the first time in 10 years when given the opportunity to plan the family vacation, I passed. I gave my mom the names of some websites and turned it over to her. I had absolutely no desire to plan the relaxing dream week for everyone else. I think we're going to Charleston, SC and we may be getting a condo or house. But I'm not really sure. I'll just show up with a bathing suit and it'll be just fine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ohhh and I'm kinda seeing someone. It's new and fun! and we'll just see where it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-5393290015685112516?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5393290015685112516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=5393290015685112516&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5393290015685112516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5393290015685112516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/05/299.html' title='#299'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/S_xh-DWxkaI/AAAAAAAAAg4/YA88TyKp6K0/s72-c/531246859_1876886508_0.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-7882867782272237870</id><published>2010-05-16T11:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T12:02:45.864-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>#298</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/S_AXFcFkJAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Oja5vyY2zgo/s1600/528303341_1865624329_0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/S_AXFcFkJAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Oja5vyY2zgo/s200/528303341_1865624329_0.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471898929461470210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bike!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, a bike. It's super cute and blue! That's about all I know about it other than it has a Panasonic frame. My friend built it for me and then surprised me at work with it. Some dude I had only met once bought me some really nice tires for it. And then I was gifted a helmet and a lock. Its all pretty sweet!! Makes me smile uncontrollably really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one problem. They all expect me to ride it except the thought of riding in Pittsburgh traffic with Pittsburgh hills seems terrifying. I need some Michigan terrain, all flat and not cobblestones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-7882867782272237870?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7882867782272237870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=7882867782272237870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7882867782272237870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7882867782272237870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/05/298.html' title='#298'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/S_AXFcFkJAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Oja5vyY2zgo/s72-c/528303341_1865624329_0.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-8408350992271202325</id><published>2010-05-02T00:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T01:00:02.163-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#297</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this town is entirely too small. I run into people I know all the time. It doesn't matter what neighborhood I'm in, I can find someone. And usually it really bugs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, back in MI I can go weeks, months without running into someone I know in public. Sometimes I feel like I know absolutely no one in my hometown. So it really confuses me here, in a city of millions, I keep bumping into the same people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight for some reason, even in my bad, funky mood, seeing someone I knew made me feel a little bit better. It reaffirmed my love for this crazy, upside down town. A weird city that has captured my heart and refuses to let go. I can't quite put into words why I feel so connected here. I just know I'm not ready to move on from PGH just quite yet. Anyway, it made me feel just a little bit better and it's what I needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-8408350992271202325?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/8408350992271202325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=8408350992271202325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/8408350992271202325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/8408350992271202325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/05/297.html' title='#297'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-6321661730423681675</id><published>2010-05-01T00:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:12:24.460-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#296</title><content type='html'>I wavered back and forth about posting this and then I thought screw it. If I can't be grumpy on my own blog than where can I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want all of my best friends living in the same city. I want a job I like. I want to do things on my own time frame. I don't want critiques from others. I want people to back off. I want others to step up. I want an apartment with long, flowy curtains. I want my car back. I want to cook again. I want people to stop wondering. I don't run through guys like that, I just don't. I want to stop second guessing my own feelings. I want to jump in rain puddles and blow bubbles. I don't want to be frustrated anymore. I want to be by myself and surrounded by others all in the same instant. I just want out for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the word just.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-6321661730423681675?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6321661730423681675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=6321661730423681675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6321661730423681675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6321661730423681675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/05/296.html' title='#296'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-441974558539398045</id><published>2010-04-29T22:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:39:28.557-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>#295</title><content type='html'>I need some opinions peeps. I want to get a &lt;a href="http://www.chromebagsstore.com/bags/messenger-bags/mini-metro-buckle-bag---small.html"&gt;messenger bag&lt;/a&gt; but I can't decide what color. I had narrowed it down to the deep blue/yellow one but then they came out with other colors. So which one?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chromebagsstore.com/media/catalog/product/M/i/MiniHero_OrangeSky_Enlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 694px; height: 659px;" src="http://www.chromebagsstore.com/media/catalog/product/M/i/MiniHero_OrangeSky_Enlarge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chromebagsstore.com/media/catalog/product/M/i/MiniHero_TealCharcoal_Enlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 694px; height: 659px;" src="http://www.chromebagsstore.com/media/catalog/product/M/i/MiniHero_TealCharcoal_Enlarge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chromebagsstore.com/media/catalog/product/M/i/MiniHero_OrangeGrey_Enlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 694px; height: 659px;" src="http://www.chromebagsstore.com/media/catalog/product/M/i/MiniHero_OrangeGrey_Enlarge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chromebagsstore.com/media/catalog/product/M/i/MiniHero_GoldWhite_Enlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 694px; height: 659px;" src="http://www.chromebagsstore.com/media/catalog/product/M/i/MiniHero_GoldWhite_Enlarge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chromebagsstore.com/media/catalog/product/M/i/MiniHero_DeepBlueYellow_Enlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 694px; height: 659px;" src="http://www.chromebagsstore.com/media/catalog/product/M/i/MiniHero_DeepBlueYellow_Enlarge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS They don't seem to fit in the frame. They did when I looked at the preview. I'm too tired to mess around with it but you guys get the picture (HARHARHAR!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-441974558539398045?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/441974558539398045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=441974558539398045&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/441974558539398045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/441974558539398045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/04/295.html' title='#295'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-7867542196282487046</id><published>2010-04-25T19:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:30:47.231-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#294</title><content type='html'>So I'm officially 24. I was sorta kinda freaking out about it in the days leading up to my birthday but then I was told that I have 6 more years until I'm old. I'm going to take that and run with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was pretty fabulous and full of fun. My parents took me to Pamela's for breakfast and then we stopped by the Top Chef tour where we saw Eli and Richard Blais. They are very short. I took my parents on a tour of the city and showed them the new neighborhoods I'm considering moving to in August. My mom promptly freaked out and said no. We fought a bit over it, I drank some wine, we've agreed to keep discussing it. Dinner was at &lt;a href="http://www.churchbrew.com/"&gt;Church Brew Works&lt;/a&gt;. I had steak, it was yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My night then took me to a bar to watch the Pens game and I'm ashamed to admit I cheered them on. But I should state that I never cheered for Crosby. Next we went to &lt;a href="http://www.artallnight.com/"&gt;Lawrenceville: Art All Night&lt;/a&gt; which was really, really cool. It was a huge warehouse filled with people and art and musicians and oddly enough pirates. I wished we could have spent more time there but we ended up moving to Belvedere's where they were having roller skating. And that is how I ended up roller skating in a bar on my 24th birthday. It was an adventure for sure but loads and loads of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-7867542196282487046?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7867542196282487046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=7867542196282487046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7867542196282487046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7867542196282487046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/04/294.html' title='#294'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-2273983274206422125</id><published>2010-04-21T23:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:44:36.649-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>#293</title><content type='html'>Modcloth hates me. First, they sell out of every dress I want. And  now that it is too late, they are cranking out super cute  dresses like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static0.modcloth.com/productshots/0038/0429/12414-1_quicklook.jpg?fc1188a38b0929b3c229c51e5d45674e20380b43"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 357px;" src="http://static0.modcloth.com/productshots/0038/0429/12414-1_quicklook.jpg?fc1188a38b0929b3c229c51e5d45674e20380b43" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static2.modcloth.com/productshots/0038/2157/12447-1_quicklook.jpg?fc1188a38b0929b3c229c51e5d45674e20380b43"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 357px;" src="http://static2.modcloth.com/productshots/0038/2157/12447-1_quicklook.jpg?fc1188a38b0929b3c229c51e5d45674e20380b43" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static3.modcloth.com/productshots/0038/1557/12468-1a.jpg?fc1188a38b0929b3c229c51e5d45674e20380b43"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://static3.modcloth.com/productshots/0038/1557/12468-1a.jpg?fc1188a38b0929b3c229c51e5d45674e20380b43" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I would live in cute sundresses if the world would allow me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-2273983274206422125?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2273983274206422125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=2273983274206422125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/2273983274206422125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/2273983274206422125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/04/293.html' title='#293'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-3262509782351165682</id><published>2010-04-19T20:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:29:01.121-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#292</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had an appointment with the eye doctor today. I bonded with the receptionist, Ginger. I think we're like best friends now. She helped me pick out my new glasses. I'd post the pictures I have of me wearing them but I'm making stupid faces in all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I could get to my new glasses, they had to get approval from my insurance and it wasn't working. I had to call my mom to get my dad's SSN and she ended up giving me 2 possibilities. None of those were working either. And then it hit me, my life has been a lie. My family must be in the witness protection program and no one ever told me. Or we're royalty banished from our rightful home. God, it all makes perfect sense. But then Ginger broke my dream bubble and informed me that the insurance company had simply for some odd reason shortened my dad's name to Berna. I could have been a princess, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out how I am going to convince my parents that moving to Bloomfield or Lawrenceville is a good idea. They have Catholic Churches. No way will my parents have any issues now. Sure, I stopped going to church years ago and I don't really follow any Catholic rules anymore. That doesn't matter because with a church in my neighborhood there would be a slight, slight, slight increase in the odd chance that I may wonder into a church. Huzzah! WIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided I should get a handyman special apartment. And then I could paint walls and like nail stuff. I'd be awesome at it. And when you all come to visit, you could leave your mark. Think about how cool it would be, come on now, you know it would be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-3262509782351165682?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3262509782351165682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=3262509782351165682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3262509782351165682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3262509782351165682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/04/292.html' title='#292'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-9123427086497368109</id><published>2010-04-19T00:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T00:19:41.383-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#291</title><content type='html'>Life can be so ironic and cruel. Throwing the exact same situation in your face over and over again but with different people and different roles. I get it! You can stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I wandered around Pittsburgh by myself. In all the time I've lived here, it was a first for me. I made my way to &lt;a href="http://www.pittsburghneighborhoodtours.com/pr13/neighborhoods/default.asp?nHood=2"&gt;Lawrenceville&lt;/a&gt; for their &lt;a href="http://iheartpgh.com/2010/04/13/lawrenceville-blossom-tour-2/"&gt;Blossom tour&lt;/a&gt;. I didn't stop at all of the shops and I didn't take seeds from all of my stops. I did, however, find birthday presents for a few people who may have birthdays coming up. It was a very cool afternoon even if it was like 40 degrees out and I didn't bring gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I wandered over Lawrenceville, I realized I really, really want to move there or &lt;a href="http://www.pittsburghneighborhoodtours.com/pr13/neighborhoods/default.asp?nHood=1"&gt;Bloomfield&lt;/a&gt;. These neighborhoods aren't as pretty as Squirrel Hill and probably aren't as safe, not that they are super dangerous. They just aren't as family orientated. I just can't stand Squirrel Hill anymore. I feel restless and bored here. Nothing is new, nothing is exciting, nothing is inspirational. I want out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-9123427086497368109?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/9123427086497368109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=9123427086497368109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/9123427086497368109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/9123427086497368109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/04/291.html' title='#291'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-6696300237671440132</id><published>2010-04-11T15:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:29:26.516-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#290</title><content type='html'>What do you do when you find out your new favorite donut place is owned by &lt;a href="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/09291/1006134-28.stm"&gt;someone&lt;/a&gt; who's views are drastically different than yours? I don't mind that he has different views than me. The world would be so boring if we all felt the same way about everything. But I find that I'm having a big problem giving money to this business that is supposed to be about peace and love yet thinks "gays and lesbians as an immoral minority." It seems to be a big, huge contradiction. One that really, really bugs me. So event though the donuts were tasty, I don't think I could go back anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in a cafe right now. It is their birthday and they are offering cappuccinos for only $.61. I haven't had a real one in a really long time. I forgot how could they can be with their frothiness. I may have to get another and then one to take with me when I leave. Also people watching is the single greatest free pastime ever. People are sooo funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some new headphones. I can hear that mine are about to die. They've lasted a year with is uber long for a pair of my headphones. I used to kill them within weeks. And while I will probably just buy another pair of earbuds from Target, I kind of really want to get a pair like &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Panasonic-RP-HTX7-P1-Monitor-Headphones-pink/dp/B0014IPE4Y/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=electronics&amp;amp;qid=1233648027&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;. They are so impractical and I would probably only use them a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered my mom may send me to Panama for Easter next year. Panama City, Florida not Panama City, Panama. I first assumed the country and was bewildered, certain I would die from a tropical disease but at least I would get to see the canal. I don't know how I feel about this. It probably wont happen. But just so you know, plane tickets from Pittsburgh to Panama City, Panama start at $377. That seems really cheap. It also appears to take all day to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th dress I picked out for my birthday is sold out. I give up and am just going to wear something in my closet. It seems like the most responsible decision and isn't that what growing up is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit late to the game but I watched the first episode of the new Doctor Who last night. I don't know what to think. I liked parts. I was bored during others. I spent most of my time screaming at the computer because I knew what he had to do and he was taking too long. I wished he would have kept young Amelia. I liked her a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and with Toi's encouragement, I cut up a pair of jeans and made some shorts. So far I feel like it was the right decision and I am loving them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-6696300237671440132?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6696300237671440132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=6696300237671440132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6696300237671440132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6696300237671440132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/04/290.html' title='#290'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-7928715694620777647</id><published>2010-04-05T23:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T23:54:08.489-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#289</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rlv.zcache.com/greetings_from_pittsburgh_pennsylvania_postcard-p239332760330046232qibm_400.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/greetings_from_pittsburgh_pennsylvania_postcard-p239332760330046232qibm_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why hello there! How are you today? I'm doing alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent Easter working and then I went to Easter dinner at some friends. I drank mimosas out of a purple cup shaped like a bunny's head. It had a bendy straw. It was delightful. Another highlight was a home cooked meal prepared by someone who was not me. It was delicious and while I did enjoy the vegan mashed potatoes, real ones are still king. I also realized how much I miss playing Spoons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned how to say no. Well, kinda. This guy who was at Easter dinner showed up at work today and asked me out. I almost said yes because it seemed easier. He suggested fishing and then I got really intrigued. But I held my ground and told him I was sorta seeing someone (LIE, all LIE, I'm as single as they come). So while I'm not going out on a date with him, I still couldn't bring myself to tell him flat out no. I'm working on being more assertive. I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, that is all I can think of which is weird because I swear I had something else to write about it but nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. (ETA) I remembered!!! I have a cold. I would really like to breath out of both of my nostrils. Though I do really like being able to swallow without sharp pains attacking. Also, the heat wave has me sleeping with my windows open. DEAR GOD THE DAMN BIRDS ARE SOOOO LOUD. I HATE THEM. DIE BIRDS DIE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-7928715694620777647?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7928715694620777647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=7928715694620777647&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7928715694620777647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7928715694620777647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/04/289.html' title='#289'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-4692777874389611213</id><published>2010-04-03T20:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:32:19.770-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#288</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was a day of breakthroughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I wore shorts. I don't normally wear shorts. In fact, at the end of last summer, I bought my first pair of shorts in years. I may have blinded people with my white, white skin today but it felt good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, I watched Up! Now, I got the DVD for Christmas but I haven't been able to watch it until today. I saw the movie in theaters with Toi and absolutely loved it. However, the movie, especially the first 15 minutes, makes me feel all saddddddddd and a tiny, teeny bit alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, this didn't really happen today. Nor is it really a breakthrough but it made me really, really happy. I was able to order an Oberon! And it was tasty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/S7fdyLTB7KI/AAAAAAAAAgM/C9b5-lKs3Vs/s200/513164394_1808211936_0.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456073327678450850" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-4692777874389611213?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4692777874389611213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=4692777874389611213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/4692777874389611213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/4692777874389611213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/04/288.html' title='#288'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/S7fdyLTB7KI/AAAAAAAAAgM/C9b5-lKs3Vs/s72-c/513164394_1808211936_0.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-565435089716321603</id><published>2010-03-31T21:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:22:26.906-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>#287</title><content type='html'>I want to get a dress to wear for my birthday. The only problem is every dress I like is out of stock. I find one I like and then poof! it's gone. I should probably just wear the one I bought for last year and never wore. That would be the responsible thing to do. But I can't help myself, I really want a new one.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-565435089716321603?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/565435089716321603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=565435089716321603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/565435089716321603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/565435089716321603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/03/287.html' title='#287'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-1925399769503380840</id><published>2010-03-27T23:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:27:58.510-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#286</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been a while, whoops. I kept composing entries in my head but no one else can read those so this entry is dedicated to Toi! &lt;div&gt;It has now been 4 days since I started this post so I think I'm just going to write whatever comes to my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pomme came to visit! It was awesome! I made her take the bus with me all over. We explored bridges and found a cemetery in the middle of the skyscrapers. We ate &lt;a href="http://www.peaceloveandlittledonuts.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.fatheads.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.razzyfresh.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Yummmmmm!!! We also visited the Andy Warhol Museum. My favorite room was the 'Silver Clouds.'&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 250px;" src="http://shagdora.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/image_silver_clouds.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I met a member of Huey Lewis and the News. We had a drink together. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone lately has been asking me about my plans for the future and what I want to do with my life. And guess what? I have no clue. I don't know. I'm working on it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went on two dates last week with two different guys. It was interesting. They were fun and I had a good time. But I just didn't feel that spark, you know? I, again, don't know. I want to feel that spark. And then I just feel bad. In fact, I saw one of the guys at the grocery store and I fled to the back of the store until he left. I'm a coward.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Passover started last night so for the last week, work has been insane. I hate it. LOATHE IT. I'm trying to be nice about it but I can't. Not being able to eat carbs really makes people go insanely bitchy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;My printer and I are currently engaged in a battle. I keep losing but I'm refusing to give up. I think I could win if I just keep trying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went home for my cousin's wedding. I learned that my family thinks I'm an alcoholic or at the very least, a lush. Sweeeeeeeet. I really don't think it's my fault that the only time I appear in the wedding photos, I'm at the bar. It's totally the photographer's fault.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-1925399769503380840?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1925399769503380840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=1925399769503380840&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1925399769503380840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1925399769503380840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/03/286.html' title='#286'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-8574623155595221801</id><published>2010-03-02T23:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:24:49.897-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#285</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you have to do things that you don't want to do. You might really, really, really wish things would work out differently. That you could get everything you wanted. But life isn't like that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you end up having to do what's best for now and that is just the way it works out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-8574623155595221801?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/8574623155595221801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=8574623155595221801&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/8574623155595221801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/8574623155595221801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/03/285.html' title='#285'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-629835754622408282</id><published>2010-02-23T10:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T23:18:50.347-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#284</title><content type='html'>I totally meant to update earlier. I've just been feeling really run down and tired. I think the winter blahs are totally in full force. I had to give up one of my days off this week. Next week looks just as crazy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dealt with Valentine's Day by going on a mini online shopping spree. I got some new shirts but I'm most excited about my new pair of Doc Martens. They arrived this week and are sooooo comfy. I feel like I should get some flannel, holey jeans or baby doll dress and rock out my inner early 90's chick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried some homemade amaretto the other weekend. I think my uncle called it stump something. I can't quite remember. Whatever it was called, it was delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a jeep.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-629835754622408282?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/629835754622408282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=629835754622408282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/629835754622408282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/629835754622408282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/02/284.html' title='#284'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-1685149165419250774</id><published>2010-02-14T00:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:06:37.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>#283</title><content type='html'>What is worse than being asked if you have a Valentine?&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being asked &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; you don't have one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-1685149165419250774?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1685149165419250774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=1685149165419250774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1685149165419250774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1685149165419250774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/02/283.html' title='#283'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-4245787627902652466</id><published>2010-02-12T22:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:24:21.204-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>#282</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/S3Ya1UD6zUI/AAAAAAAAAgA/IUv1sEiUDQ0/s1600-h/Photo+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/S3Ya1UD6zUI/AAAAAAAAAgA/IUv1sEiUDQ0/s320/Photo+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437563103316987202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stamp last night at 80's night read 'You Are Beautiful.' For some reason, it really tickled me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-4245787627902652466?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4245787627902652466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=4245787627902652466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/4245787627902652466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/4245787627902652466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/02/282.html' title='#282'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/S3Ya1UD6zUI/AAAAAAAAAgA/IUv1sEiUDQ0/s72-c/Photo+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-7401128309135654349</id><published>2010-02-09T23:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:17:58.640-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snomgpgh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#281</title><content type='html'>It is currently snowing outside my window. The thick, slushy, wet kind of snow. It is supposed to fall all night for a grand total of 2 to 5 inches. And thus the terror starts all over again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The friendliness that comes from surviving snOMG '10 is very quickly vanishing. The citizens of Pittsburgh are getting very possessive over their &lt;a href="http://www.wpxi.com/news/22503635/detail.html"&gt;parking spaces&lt;/a&gt;. Their parking spaces on public streets. They expect no one to park in their spaces while they leave them vacant to drive around the city. Pittsburghers don't quite understand the concept of public property. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They keep looking at me with looks of disbelief when I say this amount of snow is normal for winter or I don't think that it is the end of the world if we get 2 more inches of snow. They are all wacky. It just doesn't seem real anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-7401128309135654349?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7401128309135654349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=7401128309135654349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7401128309135654349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7401128309135654349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/02/281.html' title='#281'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-5920874698812308689</id><published>2010-02-08T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:23:30.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>#280</title><content type='html'>Music I can't get enough of lately:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLFKKY5RHxc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLFKKY5RHxc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eYhrCsgHa0k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eYhrCsgHa0k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3D75QjUmpDo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3D75QjUmpDo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-5920874698812308689?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5920874698812308689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=5920874698812308689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5920874698812308689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5920874698812308689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/02/280.html' title='#280'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-7051957105608689987</id><published>2010-02-07T22:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:58:51.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snomgpgh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#279</title><content type='html'>The National Guard.&lt;div&gt;Pittsburgh is calling in the National Guard to help with snow removal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even comprehend that. It was just 2 feet of snow. This is so frustrating. Life has literally crawled to a halt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read an article that encouraged people not to walk because there are reports of plows having to swerve to miss pedestrians and then getting stuck in snow drifts. It is like the entire town is stupid or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I picked up my room, found some cash, took a shower, colored in my coloring book, baked a pizza and watched the Superbowl (YAY! Saints!) I am so bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-7051957105608689987?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7051957105608689987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=7051957105608689987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7051957105608689987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7051957105608689987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/02/279.html' title='#279'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-6204210085088655173</id><published>2010-02-06T17:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:59:24.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snomgpgh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#278</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/S24Jvj1ddEI/AAAAAAAAAf0/g7zgWM895g8/s1600-h/snow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/S24Jvj1ddEI/AAAAAAAAAf0/g7zgWM895g8/s320/snow3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435292512960738370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;It is being called SnOMGpgh or snomaggendon or snopocalypse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I lovingly call it winter. I think we ended up with something like 23 inches of snow. It is really pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I woke up to a phone call telling me work was closed. That was amazing. This is my first saturday that I didn't request off in over six months. I bummed around the house before venturing out to explore and get some food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/S24JvN9M9EI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ATQFkR-gCo0/s320/snow1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435292507087631426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;The lump in the middle is my car. The lump on the left is a SUV. A guy snowboarded down our road. It was quite awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/S24JvZ0L7oI/AAAAAAAAAfs/_4UlctiF79w/s320/snow2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435292510271041154" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;But the sun came out around 1 pm and things are already beginning to melt. Maybe I wont even have to clean off my car??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs121.snc3/16858_525339918211_78000677_31080031_5636412_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;At the end of my adventure, I made a snow angel. It felt appropriate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-6204210085088655173?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6204210085088655173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=6204210085088655173&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6204210085088655173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6204210085088655173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/02/278.html' title='#278'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/S24Jvj1ddEI/AAAAAAAAAf0/g7zgWM895g8/s72-c/snow3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-5507462402967773656</id><published>2010-02-05T22:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:59:39.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snomgpgh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#277</title><content type='html'>It is snowing here in Pittsburgh. I think we already have 5 inches and it is supposed to continue until tomorrow afternoon. The city is of course shutting down. Buses have stopped running. Events are being canceled. Will Pittsburgh survive a foot of snow???&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-5507462402967773656?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5507462402967773656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=5507462402967773656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5507462402967773656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5507462402967773656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/02/277.html' title='#277'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-3830309093450358928</id><published>2010-02-02T00:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:25:46.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>#276</title><content type='html'>Every time. It gets me every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/4b4baa19ce967bb2/4b67b6c238e587dd/4b4baa19ce967bb2/3b6e444f" id="W4b4baa19ce967bb24b67b6c238e587dd" width="420" height="236"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/4b4baa19ce967bb2/4b67b6c238e587dd/4b4baa19ce967bb2/3b6e444f" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-3830309093450358928?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3830309093450358928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=3830309093450358928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3830309093450358928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3830309093450358928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/02/276.html' title='#276'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-4919724830100154989</id><published>2010-01-31T13:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:45:06.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#275</title><content type='html'>After a particularly long, challenging week involving a 11-hour work day, money troubles, more family drama, I was all ready to park my butt on the couch friday night. But then I got invited out and I decided I kinda deserved it so off I went. &lt;div&gt;I ended up at &lt;a href="http://pittsburgh.citysearch.com/profile/8613783/pittsburgh_pa/gooski_s.html"&gt;Gooski's&lt;/a&gt; in Polish Hill.  It was my first time in Polish Hill. It was totally not where I thought it would be. And if you thought the roads in Squirrel Hill were screwy, they are nothing compared to the ones over there. I think I had to back up like 3 times to make sharp U-turns. It was crazy but I was able to parallel park perfectly twice. That may have been the highlight of my evening. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Gooski's was pretty awesome. It was a total dive bar and I loved it. I think that cop was right. I am a dive bar kind of girl. Graffiti everywhere, an old school juke box, pool tables in the back. I even tried chicken wings for like the first time ever. They were pretty tasty, a little salty but yummmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently re-watching the final season of Gilmore Girls. I don't remember much of these episodes. They all seem brand new to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-4919724830100154989?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4919724830100154989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=4919724830100154989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/4919724830100154989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/4919724830100154989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/01/275.html' title='#275'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-954192758496185203</id><published>2010-01-27T21:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:06:08.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>#274</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chocablog.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/06/bueno1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 499px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.chocablog.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/06/bueno1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Pomme sent me a bueno! Sooooo happy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-954192758496185203?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/954192758496185203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=954192758496185203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/954192758496185203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/954192758496185203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/01/274.html' title='#274'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-1623914482058752002</id><published>2010-01-26T23:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:29:15.184-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#273</title><content type='html'>Today I&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;did not work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;did not wear a bra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaned my bathroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;did some laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rediscovered toast with butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;devoured my stash of Christmas chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wondered when deodorant got to be so expensive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;made some pizza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;installed some digital cable converter boxes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, not a bad day. Just not very exciting, but I guess that is better than a horrible day, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-1623914482058752002?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1623914482058752002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=1623914482058752002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1623914482058752002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1623914482058752002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/01/273.html' title='#273'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-3901636211304735721</id><published>2010-01-25T21:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:17:55.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being totally emo'/><title type='text'>#272</title><content type='html'>Ever feel like life is just running away from you, taking you along for the ride and you're just barely holding on?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels like that at the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aussie posted a few weeks back about not being herself anymore. I get that. I feel the same. But I think I like the new me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-3901636211304735721?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3901636211304735721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=3901636211304735721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3901636211304735721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3901636211304735721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/01/272.html' title='#272'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-1620619628397654815</id><published>2010-01-20T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:05:38.014-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#271</title><content type='html'>In case anyone else was wondering: No, I am not pregnant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-1620619628397654815?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1620619628397654815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=1620619628397654815&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1620619628397654815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1620619628397654815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/01/271.html' title='#271'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-6242579027468418905</id><published>2010-01-19T18:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:00:46.436-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>#270</title><content type='html'>Yup, yup!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jf7wRe4AUtU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jf7wRe4AUtU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-6242579027468418905?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6242579027468418905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=6242579027468418905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6242579027468418905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6242579027468418905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/01/270.html' title='#270'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-6880901799619298670</id><published>2010-01-18T21:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:27:02.471-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#269</title><content type='html'>I am exhausted. Like every part of me hurts and I want to stay in bed for days. This weekend was a bit unexpected to be perfectly honest. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: work, 80's night, 3 hours of sleep&lt;div&gt;Friday: work, Rap concert, bar, Eat-N-Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: work, South Side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday: off of work, cleaned around the apartment, hot chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throw in life and family drama, a bit more alcohol than I should have had and not enough food. I feel like I need a weekend to recuperate from my weekend. How do people do it all the time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-6880901799619298670?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6880901799619298670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=6880901799619298670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6880901799619298670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6880901799619298670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/01/269.html' title='#269'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-1844538234214813112</id><published>2010-01-12T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:36:50.015-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>#268</title><content type='html'>I think I found our new Wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dh06NgPWur4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dh06NgPWur4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-1844538234214813112?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1844538234214813112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=1844538234214813112&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1844538234214813112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1844538234214813112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/01/268.html' title='#268'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-2328912596883413324</id><published>2010-01-12T10:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:22:07.241-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#267</title><content type='html'>Guys!!! I get a day off tomorrow!!!!!!! &lt;div&gt;I'm just a little bit excited. I will have worked 8 days in a row. It hasn't been that bad and the shifts haven't been that long. But its just been monotonous and I'm ready for it to be over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally picked up my room but I still need to do some work on it. Maybe I'll do it on my day off or maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided to stay off of facebook for a week. Just to see if I could do it. But then Toi told me Pomme had posted pictures of their weekend in Chicago. However, I was on for just a brief second, looked at the pictures (PENGUINS!) and got right off. The first couple of days were rough but it is getting easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I need, NEED to have &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?itemdescription=true&amp;amp;itemCount=60&amp;amp;startValue=1&amp;amp;selectedProductColor=&amp;amp;sortby=&amp;amp;id=17761313&amp;amp;parentid=W_APP_DRESSES&amp;amp;sortProperties=+subCategoryPosition,+product.marketingPriority,-product.startDate&amp;amp;navCount=21&amp;amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;pushId=W_APP_DRESSES&amp;amp;popId=WOMENS_APPAREL&amp;amp;prepushId="&gt;this dress&lt;/a&gt;. I think my entire summer hinges on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-2328912596883413324?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2328912596883413324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=2328912596883413324&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/2328912596883413324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/2328912596883413324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/01/267_12.html' title='#267'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-8753970376110792453</id><published>2010-01-09T20:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:55:22.002-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>#266</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was serenaded with this song today. Oh boyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E6RNa5M__qg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E6RNa5M__qg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-8753970376110792453?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/8753970376110792453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=8753970376110792453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/8753970376110792453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/8753970376110792453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/01/267.html' title='#266'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-1638134726537286876</id><published>2010-01-07T22:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:02:09.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#265</title><content type='html'>Today at work the cook told me why I am having such a hard time with all this snow...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lacking romance in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, I need a guy to take me up to Seven Springs for a nice sleigh ride. Followed by some time in front a fire with a nice bottle of wine. And then I wont be bothered by the snow anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is all so simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I started and finished a puzzle tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-1638134726537286876?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1638134726537286876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=1638134726537286876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1638134726537286876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1638134726537286876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/01/265.html' title='#265'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-3344848734064719170</id><published>2010-01-06T23:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:33:29.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#264</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so jealous of &lt;a href="http://www.ourworldschool.com/"&gt;these kids&lt;/a&gt;. If only my parents had allowed us to take a year off of school as tweens and spend it traveling the world, taking ballet lessons in Russia, attending Milan fashion week. My childhood was so deprived. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The snow continues. Briefly, the weather on my google page told me it would stop on thursday. Now it says sunday. I am dubious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to clean my room. I know I do. I'm just working on finding the motivation. I might start first with changing my sheets and see how that goes. But which ones do I put on-hot pink, purple or paisley? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying a plane ticket home for my cousin's wedding has turned into a giant pain. One website offered a roundtrip ticket from PGH to Flint for over $1,000. Umm...no. If I'm spending that much I'm flying first class to Europe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've run out of things to say so I'm just going to publish this post now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-3344848734064719170?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3344848734064719170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=3344848734064719170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3344848734064719170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3344848734064719170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/01/264.html' title='#264'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-7697434568995022886</id><published>2010-01-05T22:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:58:12.203-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#263</title><content type='html'>It will not stop snowing here in Pittsburgh. It is getting to be annoying. It's like it is winter or something. I don't remember it being like this last year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totes McGoats is the new totally. It goes with everything. I love using it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw Nine and was not in love with it. I kept comparing it to other musicals and then I got bored. I think I may have expected too much of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-7697434568995022886?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7697434568995022886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=7697434568995022886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7697434568995022886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7697434568995022886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/01/263.html' title='#263'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-1414098556821560864</id><published>2010-01-05T00:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:52:02.184-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#262</title><content type='html'>Toi has to leave tomorrow. We are dealing with it by drinking lots o' beer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things we overheard from the most annoying man ever:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My housemate (or as Toi heard my house maid) Cynthia is on food stamps but she isn't poor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Rape is the ultimate violation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I asked Amanda to marry me if we were both single in 10 years, she e-mailed me about it this morning, our personalities just mesh well together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Socialism...blah, blah, blah...Capitalism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I truly need to work for the greater good of humanity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I don't mind full body security scans, if they want to see my dick, then let them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted him to shut up. I even considered making out with him so this would happen but no matter how much I drank I couldn't do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toi is holding the bottle of beer with her teeth, quite impressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new Vampire Weekend album, all the songs sound the same. Like for real, ALL THE SAME. Not horrid, but no difference. (Philly Cheesesteak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still mad at the way the Doctor treated Donna. Regenerating will not erase what he did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toi's brother thinks we are always in a bar but it is not true. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NOT TRUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I ate at a restaurant that reminded me of Pomme today. Like for real so much like Pomme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Toi is making music with her beer bottle but she ran out of breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHO WAS COMA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-1414098556821560864?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1414098556821560864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=1414098556821560864&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1414098556821560864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1414098556821560864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/01/262.html' title='#262'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-2631436134734574986</id><published>2010-01-01T17:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T10:37:27.481-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#261</title><content type='html'>Hello 2010!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't even realize 2009 was the last year of the decade until about 3 days. I just didn't think about it. Oh, well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NYE was unlike any NYE I've ever had. Toi and I spent it eating delicious &lt;a href="http://www.tamaripgh.com/"&gt;food&lt;/a&gt; and drinking yummy wine. Dear god, how delicious is duck? This shall be the year of the duck. Then we came back to the apartment so I could take a nap. We totally meant to go to a party but instead I slept. Its official. I'm old. I did wake up in time to ring in the new year. Woo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so no resolutions for this year just try to make things better. That works, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-2631436134734574986?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2631436134734574986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=2631436134734574986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/2631436134734574986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/2631436134734574986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2010/01/261.html' title='#261'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-4989371379459098378</id><published>2009-12-28T16:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:20:38.982-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>#260</title><content type='html'>Due to the fact that it was snowing this morning when I woke up and that I'm not on the schedule for work until Wednesday, I decided to spend one more day in MI. I'm almost over this cold. I wont miss it.&lt;div&gt;Christmas Eve continued to be a day that I wish I could skip. My mom's side all assumed I was hungover and took turns smelling my cup of Coke to see if it had alcohol in it. And then I discovered that all cousins under the age of 16 had never seen the original Star Wars trilogy. My cousin and I then forced them to watch the marathon on Spike. It only got worse. They asked what the difference was between Star Wars and Star Trek. They hurt my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We moved on to my dad's side. I even put makeup on for them only to be told I've looked better and hey? am I hungover? Dinner was interrupted when Cogene broke out into hives and ran from the house with her dad and brother in search of Benadryl. They finally returned an hour and a half later after they had returned home to ensure that no one had broken into their house because they had a feeling. The whole family went to church and they made us sit in the 3rd row which was practically the first row as no one sat in front of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the rest of Christmas was wonderful and fabulous. I got over my Christmas funk just in time to enjoy the day, yay!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-4989371379459098378?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4989371379459098378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=4989371379459098378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/4989371379459098378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/4989371379459098378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/12/260.html' title='#260'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-6703507539969404588</id><published>2009-12-21T11:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:42:33.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#259</title><content type='html'>Slowly but surely I am chipping away at my to do list for christmas. I finally broke down and took some help from my mom. I really hate doing that but I realized I was just being stubborn. I hear I can be real stubborn at times. Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;I am currently sitting at work even though my shift doesn't start for a half hour. I over estimated the amount of time I would need at Barnes &amp; Noble. Then my favorite coffee shop was filled with people. All these people I have never seen before so clearly they are just there to bug me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I didn't mention that the cold that has been looming for the last 2 months has finally hit. So I am a bit irrational and congested and sore throaty and a teensy bit miserable. Just ignore me. Really. &lt;br /&gt;For real? This little boy is having a complete breakdown over his pizza bagel and something about toasting? He keeps staring at me too. I don't get children. They scare me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-6703507539969404588?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6703507539969404588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=6703507539969404588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6703507539969404588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6703507539969404588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/12/259.html' title='#259'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-6591532078982109398</id><published>2009-12-18T23:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:05:07.293-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#258</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I poured 200 degree water on my left hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I cut my left hand with a knife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fully expect to dislocate a finger or as Toi helpfully suggested maybe all of my bones will disappear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm going to get this haircut when I come back to MI for the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 468px; height: 626px;" src="http://img1.tvloop.com/img/showpics/a9/a2/l33d2afd90001_2_18468.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-6591532078982109398?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6591532078982109398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=6591532078982109398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6591532078982109398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6591532078982109398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/12/258.html' title='#258'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-3146595377885607252</id><published>2009-12-16T21:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:01:23.428-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>#257</title><content type='html'>I just got yelled at by my mother for asking her questions about her Christmas List. This is going to be a very Merry Christmas.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On monday, I spent the day running around the 'burgh with Sniper. She had never been to the incline so we rode that. And then since we had both never rode the T, we did that. The day also included fudge, pitas, drunken shopping at Goodwill and glo-in-the-dark bracelets. Oh, and we ate dinner &lt;a href="http://piferscott.food.officelive.com/default.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. All in all, a very good day off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now have two people crossed off my shopping list for Christmas. But that is really only because we agreed not to buy each other presents but go out to a nice dinner instead. At this rate, I should be done with Christmas shopping around April which is when I think I finished last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-3146595377885607252?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3146595377885607252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=3146595377885607252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3146595377885607252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3146595377885607252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/12/257.html' title='#257'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-618630408943614307</id><published>2009-12-13T18:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:57:57.165-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#256</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hobobags.com/images/dot.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 2px; height: 2px;" src="http://www.hobobags.com/images/dot.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got my new ID in the mail. I think my picture is decent so I'm pretty happy with it. Except I broke my wallet so now I don't have a place to put the ID. I think I want this &lt;a href="http://www.hobobags.com/Ivy/pd/np/31/p/1012.html"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;. So who wants to get it for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-618630408943614307?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/618630408943614307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=618630408943614307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/618630408943614307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/618630408943614307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/12/256.html' title='#256'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-6731419217411958425</id><published>2009-12-09T22:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:54:11.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#255</title><content type='html'>I've decided that when bad stuff happens you just have to find a positive aspect and focus on that. &lt;div&gt;Self pity wont help anything and probably will make everything worse, make those around you annoyed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, lately, I've learned just how deep friendships run. It surprised me and made me feel incredibly loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, I'm a warm pile of goo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-6731419217411958425?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6731419217411958425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=6731419217411958425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6731419217411958425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6731419217411958425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/12/255.html' title='#255'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-1853702346522163204</id><published>2009-12-07T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:50:12.211-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#254</title><content type='html'>I think I accidentally went on a date this weekend. He was a friend who I haven't seen in a while. We ran into each other a few weeks ago and agreed to get together to catch up on life, which sounded perfectly reasonable and friendly. At least I thought so.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then we got to the bar and he wouldn't let me pay for anything. And then some of things he was saying were setting off bells in my head. He insisted on walking me home and then shocking! asked to use the bathroom when we got to my place. Hahaha soo tricky! I'm not stupid. However, I couldn't think of a reason that he couldn't use it so I let him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the little slime ball tried a move. Ugh, I was pissed, PISSED! I stormed over to the door and made him leave. Oh, dude totally lives with his girlfriend of about a year. So yeah, that was my saturday night. Fun, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-1853702346522163204?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1853702346522163204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=1853702346522163204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1853702346522163204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1853702346522163204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/12/254.html' title='#254'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-7984335574360037885</id><published>2009-12-06T19:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:53:43.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>#253</title><content type='html'>I have to get a Pennsylvanian drivers license because apparently I am committing a misdemeanor by still having my Michigan one. Whoops! I should really get on that. I swear I will go do it on Tuesday. BART printed me off the forms. I've collected all the necessary proof of residency so all that is left is motivation. That and the perfect outfit for my new picture. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so behind on my Christmas shopping. I have exactly one gift bought. I have about 2 picked out but beyond that I am screwed. I don't know what it is but I'm just not into Christmas this year. I'm enjoying Christmas lights and Christmas cookies and that is about it. I never understood how people could take tropical vacations this time of the year. But I totally get it now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-7984335574360037885?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7984335574360037885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=7984335574360037885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7984335574360037885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7984335574360037885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/12/253.html' title='#253'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-5053888652382602115</id><published>2009-12-02T21:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:20:21.548-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>#252</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My mom asked for a Christmas list. I gave her the Christmas in a very timely manner. But recently, she keeps telling me it is lacking a big, EXCITING! item. My brothers' lists were the same so she just made up things for them. I don't really want her to do that for me. So now I'm racking my brain for something to tell her but I'm not sure what to tell her.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.kitchenaidtools.com/images/Kitchenaid-Mixers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A KitchenAid Mixer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 639px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.what-digital-camera.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/nikon-d80-camera-still-a-great-dslr.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A dSLR?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any ideas???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-5053888652382602115?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5053888652382602115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=5053888652382602115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5053888652382602115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5053888652382602115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/12/252.html' title='#252'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-2748694169670598482</id><published>2009-11-27T09:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T10:13:02.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#251</title><content type='html'>I want to make &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/croque-monsieur-mac-and-cheese-recipe/index.html"&gt;this recipe&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving went well. I survived the party here and the get together at the other side. Sadly, our leftovers are severely lacking. No turkey, no stuffing, no sweet potatoes or squash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do people really wear Snuggies in public? I just saw a commercial. People were wearing them at sporting events and at the movie theater. It is a bit weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Monkey is now walking. No, not so much walking but like running all over the places without a care in the world. I can't believe it has been a year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-2748694169670598482?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2748694169670598482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=2748694169670598482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/2748694169670598482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/2748694169670598482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/11/251.html' title='#251'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-1470318184691482583</id><published>2009-11-15T16:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:59:56.424-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#250</title><content type='html'>So I decided this week that I drink too much pop. Way, way too much. Therefore I should stop so I did. Cold turkey. Boom! And if that wasn't hard enough, I should stop drinking coffee because it can't be all that good for me either. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh, it sucked. I lasted 3 whole days before cracking open a can of coke. Its just not realistic so I've decided to stop drinking carbonated beverages at work. And I'm only allowed one cup of coffee before noon. Soooo....yeah. We'll see how that goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-1470318184691482583?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1470318184691482583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=1470318184691482583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1470318184691482583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1470318184691482583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/11/250.html' title='#250'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-5544997905984287734</id><published>2009-11-02T17:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:56:13.633-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#249</title><content type='html'>Wow, I only blogged twice in all of October. That feels really weird. And sadly, that is all I've got. &lt;div&gt;I promise to return soon with something. Just as soon as I figure out what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-5544997905984287734?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5544997905984287734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=5544997905984287734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5544997905984287734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5544997905984287734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/11/249.html' title='#249'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-8020760304897953750</id><published>2009-10-19T20:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:45:13.868-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#248</title><content type='html'>Driving back to PGH by myself is always just a little bit difficult. Tons of mixed emotions and I am always way too impatient for the drive to be over. But then I hit this bend and all of Pittsburgh appears before me and it feels like home. I remember seeing it when I was younger and thinking someday I wont have to leave, I'll live there. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-8020760304897953750?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/8020760304897953750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=8020760304897953750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/8020760304897953750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/8020760304897953750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/10/248.html' title='#248'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-5869956464604423219</id><published>2009-10-06T18:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:22:30.820-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#247</title><content type='html'>So I haven't blogged in a week. Whoops. I meant to but I was feeling a bit emotional and in a very sharing mood. But it wasn't good stuff and not really anything I wanted to have out there on the web for everyone to read. However, that has passed and I'm feeling much more like myself now :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought some new sheets after months of searching. I simply wanted some fun sheets that weren't pink or a blah muted shade of sage. It was really hard to find what I wanted. I finally found some at Target. Purple polka dots and aqua paisley. I'm really excited for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to buy some hot dogs to grill while BART and I watched the Tigers play this evening. Except when I got to the grocery store, the hot dog section was empty and a man was scrubbing the shelf. Hot dogs were no where to be seen. The only ones I could find were Kosher and I just didn't think those would cut it. So I got chips and dip instead because they seemed like a baseball food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-5869956464604423219?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5869956464604423219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=5869956464604423219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5869956464604423219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5869956464604423219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/10/247.html' title='#247'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-3020386431403556582</id><published>2009-09-29T19:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:43:24.034-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#246</title><content type='html'>I'm having trouble sleeping and I don't know why. Its annoying and a good night's sleep would be really, really nice. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Detroit Lions have the same record as the 6 time Superbowl Champions Pittsburgh Steelers. It makes me giggle. It wont last for long though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend mentioned to me the other day when he buys his own house, he wants to decorate each room in a different decade. The kitchen would be the 1950s room. I think for some reason that makes perfect sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-3020386431403556582?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3020386431403556582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=3020386431403556582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3020386431403556582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3020386431403556582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/09/246.html' title='#246'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-6887175902088547849</id><published>2009-09-27T23:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:16:37.828-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>#245</title><content type='html'>So the G20 has ended. Peaceful protests were blown up into destructive riots. People were arrested. Money was lost. Obama turned the focus to Iran. And the most action I saw were an ambulance and fire truck outside of an apartment building that houses old people. I'm disappointed. I wanted so much more. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October is almost upon us and there are some Halloween parties so I will be needing a costume. I don't understand why all the girl costumes follow the same pattern of an adjective such as sassy or sexy or saucy, and then some occupation, such as nurse or police officer or even gardener. While the guys' costumes are gorilla or darth vader. None of their costumes ever come with sexy or sassy. Its not fair or equal. I don't like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-6887175902088547849?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6887175902088547849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=6887175902088547849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6887175902088547849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6887175902088547849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/09/245.html' title='#245'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-7911106434185327821</id><published>2009-09-23T17:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:05:01.009-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#244</title><content type='html'>The G20 officially starts tomorrow. Businesses in the neighborhood are boarding up their windows. Signs declaring 'Pittsburgh welcomes the world!' have appeared. I saw a few protesters today. Though sadly, most of the protesters remind me of the dirty, smelly people who hung out near the Perpignan train station.&lt;div&gt;I'm really excited. This is going to be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found &lt;a href="http://angrydrunkbureaucrat.blogspot.com/2009/09/g-20-visitors-guide-pt-1.html"&gt;this visitor's guide&lt;/a&gt; to Pittsburgh. It makes me laugh because it is all soo soo true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people are worried about what might happen. Protests getting out of control. Violence and tear gas. I figure it can't be any worse than Europe and their protests. And besides the police officers, who have been assigned to the local grocery stores and schools, aren't even carrying AK-47s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-7911106434185327821?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7911106434185327821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=7911106434185327821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7911106434185327821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7911106434185327821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/09/244.html' title='#244'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-7137450341121779304</id><published>2009-09-20T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:16:25.822-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>#243</title><content type='html'>My mother called tonight. She was watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0418315/"&gt;Wedding Daze&lt;/a&gt; and she thought one of the wedding dresses would be perfect for me...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then she informed me that she has a huge pile of my old baby clothes waiting for me. You know, for my daughter, the daughter I don't even have. That isn't even a twinkle in my eye because omg! so much work and I'm too young, tooooooooo young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's scaring me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-7137450341121779304?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7137450341121779304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=7137450341121779304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7137450341121779304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7137450341121779304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/09/243.html' title='#243'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-5161053081976244304</id><published>2009-09-16T22:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:51:13.287-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>#242</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through"&gt;I skipped #238. My bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;ETA: I did write #238! I just never pushed publish. So whoops! my bad again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked to my cousin yesterday and it turns out she has been diagnosed with Celiac Disease. So on top of not being able to eat red meat or pork due to other medical conditions, she can no longer eat bread, pasta, or any dairy. I think that leaves her with fruits, veggies and rice. And that just totally sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-5161053081976244304?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5161053081976244304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=5161053081976244304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5161053081976244304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5161053081976244304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/09/238.html' title='#242'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-8366878587537386424</id><published>2009-09-14T22:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:59:38.566-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#241</title><content type='html'>Do you guys remember discovering chapter books? And how magical they were? It opened up a whole other world.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I want to buy a lego kit just to assemble it. I don't want to play with it or display it. I just want to follow the directions and find the pieces and make something. Basically, I need an 8 year old boy to be my friend so I can steal his toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-8366878587537386424?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/8366878587537386424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=8366878587537386424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/8366878587537386424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/8366878587537386424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/09/241.html' title='#241'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-2130394154558238575</id><published>2009-09-14T00:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:19:49.986-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#240</title><content type='html'>I went to the park tonight and was attacked by bugs. I have this bite under my left eye that is swelling. I think it may be getting bigger. What if my eye swells shut?? It should make work really interesting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and the G20 is coming to town. It should be really entertaining. People are already protesting and organizing events. I am pretty excited for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-2130394154558238575?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2130394154558238575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=2130394154558238575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/2130394154558238575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/2130394154558238575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/09/240.html' title='#240'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-2868706559303556054</id><published>2009-09-11T20:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:25:32.497-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#239</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steeler season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the city is decked out in black and gold. Buses' signs flash with 'GO STEELERS.' And almost everyone wears their jersey or t-shirt that proclaims Superbowl Champs! Even our Coke cans have been taken over.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SqrnhfV8ebI/AAAAAAAAAeA/CV_uYY2Mqik/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SqrnhfV8ebI/AAAAAAAAAeA/CV_uYY2Mqik/s320/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380367267382720946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda can't take it this year. I don't know what it is but isn't it a bit early for fall? I swear it was just May and now we only have 9 days left of summer. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited for fall. For apple cider, sweaters and most of all Dozen's fall menu. Those chocolate 5-spice cupcakes are soooo delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, a friend described Pittsburgh perfectly. He said the city is a melting pot of the Midwest's friendliness, the East's liberalness, a good work ethic and a pinch of the South's racism. I don't think I could have said it any better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-2868706559303556054?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2868706559303556054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=2868706559303556054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/2868706559303556054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/2868706559303556054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/09/239.html' title='#239'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SqrnhfV8ebI/AAAAAAAAAeA/CV_uYY2Mqik/s72-c/Photo+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-2156369399517685117</id><published>2009-09-11T01:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:45:21.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#238</title><content type='html'>Apparently it all makes sense now. I'm nice because I'm from the Midwest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-2156369399517685117?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2156369399517685117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=2156369399517685117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/2156369399517685117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/2156369399517685117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/09/238_11.html' title='#238'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-4466204031738324738</id><published>2009-09-07T22:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:58:49.488-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>#237</title><content type='html'>I cannot get enough of these two. So adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rtVh8kVZ_XM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rtVh8kVZ_XM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-4466204031738324738?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4466204031738324738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=4466204031738324738&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/4466204031738324738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/4466204031738324738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/09/237.html' title='#237'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-5709414907326657778</id><published>2009-09-07T20:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:12:32.045-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>#236</title><content type='html'>My mom called to tell me that my cousin is engaged and is getting married February 20th. So I'll be in MI that weekend. Now I just need an outfit. I always end up over dressed at weddings in the Thumb. The people who show up in jeans just boggle my mind. So I'll have to find something fun and dressy casual. Maybe something from &lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Dresses/Printed/Miss+Scarlet+Dress"&gt;modcloth&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first family wedding where I can legally drink! Woo. At the last one, I was a few months shy of 21 and it caused some issues. As did my v-necked dress. I didn't really get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I will be home in mid-October. I'm hoping it will be for at least week and I am going to try to get to Grand Rapids, Lansing and Ann Arbor. So over the next few months, I will be spending a fair amount of time in the mitten. I'm just not looking forward to all that time on the Ohio turnpike, ick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-5709414907326657778?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5709414907326657778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=5709414907326657778&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5709414907326657778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5709414907326657778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/09/236.html' title='#236'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-4078275921568877574</id><published>2009-09-03T22:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:57:15.296-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>#235</title><content type='html'>I think my grandpa has a spy or mole in the 'burgh. &lt;div&gt;Or at the very least he has me bugged. Its all very weird especially since I haven't seen him since April and we were never that close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But somehow he knows details of my life out here that I haven't shared with anyone. It totally defeats the purpose of moving 6 hours away if I can't hide anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-4078275921568877574?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4078275921568877574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=4078275921568877574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/4078275921568877574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/4078275921568877574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/09/235.html' title='#235'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-3774807967223189841</id><published>2009-09-02T08:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:35:38.152-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>#234</title><content type='html'>I had my one day off this week yesterday. And it was nice. I didn't really do anything but go grocery shopping for a few essentials. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am coming home for Thanksgiving this year. My mom has recently followed through on her decades long promise to re-do the basement leading her to decide that we need to host Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving for her family which at minimum will be 20 and at maximum like 35. And with that many people no one will notice a few extra people so I am inviting you all. She also decided I get to cook the turkey. I think it is going to have to be a large turkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-3774807967223189841?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3774807967223189841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=3774807967223189841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3774807967223189841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3774807967223189841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/09/234.html' title='#234'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-6734382510023835341</id><published>2009-08-30T22:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:57:41.551-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#233</title><content type='html'>Today = BAD. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horribly, hideously, the punches just keep coming-bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, it had some highs. Nice, glorious highs. Highs that on a normal day would have me floating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the lows were horrid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Aussie came to visit me yesterday. It was pretty cool. We ate Lebanese food and some Italian Ice. Then we facebooked people from college. And she got to be the first one to see the new apartment! Yay!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-6734382510023835341?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6734382510023835341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=6734382510023835341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6734382510023835341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6734382510023835341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/08/233.html' title='#233'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-1536076472204472566</id><published>2009-08-28T21:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:33:58.995-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#232</title><content type='html'>OMG! y'all! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have internet and cable again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comcast only took their sweet ass time coming out to hook it up. And then when they finally did hook it up, I couldn't get the internet to work because they hadn't verified our account yet. I mean why would people who paid for internet want to use it right away? That is just silly. You should have to sit around for days to wait for the account to be verified. Gah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then I call Comcast only to be put on hold because there is an overwhelming number of phone calls at the moment. Gee I wonder if they are all waiting for their accounts to be verified. Finally, the technician picks our call and really, truly does almost nothing to help us except talk to me and BART about Texas. I'm pretty sure he thought we were one person. We talked about the Steelers, hockey, traveling, the music business (he's in school for music production, its a hard industry to break into he says), law school, the weather, his overtime, blah blah blah. He only had me restart my computer like 3 times. And then we tried firefox and then safari. Poof! It finally worked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, I am spending my Friday night surfing the internet and watching Project Runway. Or I may just fall asleep due to utter exhaustion because dear god, it has been a long ass week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I need a hobby. Any thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-1536076472204472566?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1536076472204472566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=1536076472204472566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1536076472204472566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1536076472204472566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/08/232.html' title='#232'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-6816895465423027670</id><published>2009-08-25T07:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:19:56.925-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#231</title><content type='html'>I'm going to &lt;a href="http://www.kennywood.com/#"&gt;Kennywood&lt;/a&gt; today. I am so so excited! It may be the only thing we actually do that we had on our list for summer. Oh well, the summer has just flown by. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize not having cable or internet reminds me of living in France again. I'm so bored so I sleep. The more sleep I get the more sleepy I get. It is a vicious cycle. I don't like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-6816895465423027670?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6816895465423027670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=6816895465423027670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6816895465423027670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6816895465423027670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/08/231.html' title='#231'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-7645117289873923347</id><published>2009-08-22T19:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T19:54:30.376-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#230</title><content type='html'>I'm glad this week is almost over. It was shit. shit. shit. shit. &lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I broke my digital camera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I broke my headphones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to say goodbye to Parrot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to say goodbye to Pickle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A customer grabbed me at work. It wasn't to get my attention so I could help him with something. It was simply just to touch me. I didn't like it. I really didn't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I may be a dive bar sort of girl. I can't decide if I like that or if I don't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still haven't unpacked. I hate that I'm not done yet. But I have no energy or desire to do it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this next week is going to be better. I can feel it. Woo! Next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-7645117289873923347?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7645117289873923347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=7645117289873923347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7645117289873923347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/7645117289873923347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/08/230.html' title='#230'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-1132769812985987038</id><published>2009-08-19T19:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:58:24.446-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#229</title><content type='html'>Pictures may take a bit longer as I have destroyed my less than a year old digital camera because I am super special like that. Swell!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday BART!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-1132769812985987038?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1132769812985987038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=1132769812985987038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1132769812985987038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/1132769812985987038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/08/229.html' title='#229'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-3037807273345223466</id><published>2009-08-16T13:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:59:49.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><title type='text'>#228</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We moved!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I still really like our new place but totally lack all motivation to unpack. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'll update later with pictures once we get our own internet. This connection keeps cutting out for me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-3037807273345223466?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3037807273345223466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=3037807273345223466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3037807273345223466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3037807273345223466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/08/228.html' title='#228'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-539912753414089446</id><published>2009-08-12T22:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:10:54.568-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>#227</title><content type='html'>Work was going fine. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were on top of things, cruising along, joking with each other, having a great time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then out of nowhere, it hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The store imploded with customers, orders, demands, food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A customer, well I guess he's more like a friend now, brought us beer because we were so stressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the sweetest, nicest thing anyone has ever done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-539912753414089446?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/539912753414089446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=539912753414089446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/539912753414089446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/539912753414089446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/08/227.html' title='#227'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-5649120469802765487</id><published>2009-08-11T21:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:51:06.594-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michigan'/><title type='text'>#226</title><content type='html'>I talked to someone today who's only experience with MI was a visit to Owosso. He seemed amazed that it was 2 blocks of houses and then just fields and silos. And it was so flat. It made me chuckle. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I was thinking about how I used to spend my summers working with people who were so thankful for their very first toothbrush or how they would ask for another tube of toothpaste because they couldn't afford it at the store. Now I work with spoiled entitled people who think they deserve everything in the world while treating others horribly. Oh what a difference! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moving day is almost here. My mom, dad and Bubba are heading out on Thursday. I am really, really excited to spend the weekend with them. But I'm also sad that Woie and Harpo wont be making the journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buddy moved out on Sunday. She didn't really say goodbye and thought I was weird for being a bit emotional about her leaving. I don't know. Sure we weren't super close over the year but I got used to her being around. And I know it wont be the last time I see her, but her leaving really signified an end to me for some weird reason. I didn't really learn anything new about her this last year nor do I understand her any better. However, I think we had some good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my new favorite drink this summer. I can't get enough of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://stinkwallet.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/green-tea.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 500px;" src="http://stinkwallet.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/green-tea.jpeg" 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/169498033097490629-5649120469802765487?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5649120469802765487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=5649120469802765487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5649120469802765487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/5649120469802765487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/08/226.html' title='#226'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-3511744223079577753</id><published>2009-08-05T23:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:57:32.843-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#225</title><content type='html'>I am currently addicted to www.sporcle.com. That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-3511744223079577753?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3511744223079577753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=3511744223079577753&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3511744223079577753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3511744223079577753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/08/225.html' title='#225'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-3668604019282522370</id><published>2009-08-02T22:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:09:40.097-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#224</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through"&gt;I seem to have misplaced my Social Security card. It is the same one I just had replaced about a year ago. I for some reason had it stored in my scanner. It was safe there and I knew just where it was so I left it. But then I had to align the print cartridges and I moved it. The only problem is I cannot remember where I moved it to. I'm sort of scared that I packed it away but I don't remember. So now I get to go through all the boxes I've already packed to look for a business sized card. Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;Never mind. I found it in the very first box I opened. YAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if some new people moved into the neighborhood or what, but all night a dog has been howling. It is just the saddest thing ever. Poor dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had Swedish Fish Italian Ice today. It really did taste just like Swedish Fish. Delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-3668604019282522370?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3668604019282522370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=3668604019282522370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3668604019282522370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/3668604019282522370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/08/224.html' title='#224'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-6059502327154958198</id><published>2009-08-01T21:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:54:21.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>#223</title><content type='html'>Moving closer to home had been really appealing lately. Then within the last 24 hours, the random family drama I had to deal with made me rethink. Granted, it has just been people (my mom and some cousins) calling to complain about their family which can happen wherever I live. But that also means I have the ability to turn off the phone and embrace the silence. Some times families can just suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-6059502327154958198?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6059502327154958198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=6059502327154958198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6059502327154958198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/6059502327154958198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/08/223.html' title='#223'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169498033097490629.post-2771462951383779171</id><published>2009-08-01T21:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:24:50.279-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>#222</title><content type='html'>No matter how much stuff I clear out of my room, it doesn't seem any less cluttered. I may own too much stuff. My mother was right. But I'll never tell her that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a 4 hour nap today. It was delightful. I really don't get the opportunity to nap enough and that is sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, I have been thinking of moving this blog over to wordpress because I miss wordpress. I just can't decide if it is worth it. I like that blogger hooks up with my gmail and igoogle accounts. But I like all the other stuff wordpress has to offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late night conversations this week have revealed to me that I would really like to know that I will be in a place for more than 2 years. On one hand, I like moving around and discovering new cities. But on the other, it is exhausting. I would like to have one place with enough storage to put all my things. In a sense, to build a home of my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, some days that thought of doing that, scares me soooo much because I'm young and settling down now seems scary. Pittsburgh is nice and I love living here now. However, I don't see myself here in the long run. I don't know where I see myself. Maybe in a van down by the RIVER???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I forgot to add that Squirrel Hill is getting a frozen yogurt store. I am pretty pumped for this because there is nothing better than strawberry frozen yogurt. NOTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/169498033097490629-2771462951383779171?l=midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2771462951383779171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=169498033097490629&amp;postID=2771462951383779171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/2771462951383779171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/169498033097490629/posts/default/2771462951383779171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://midnightsnackattack.blogspot.com/2009/08/222.html' title='#222'/><author><name>Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353852528123305535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c1ZQP2ib8Rg/SEtGnHMYJTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/szorekiVZ6w/S220/images.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
