<?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-11888299</id><updated>2011-09-30T05:56:20.054-04:00</updated><category term='much smarter for reading these'/><category term='global warming'/><category term='climate change'/><category term='time waste'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Year of Agony</title><subtitle type='html'>ok... the year of change... but mostly agony.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-4097733251443980535</id><published>2009-05-06T08:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:58:10.782-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='much smarter for reading these'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time waste'/><title type='text'>Time well wasted... maybe</title><content type='html'>I have started wasting a lot of time at the following lovely sites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theawesomer.com"&gt;The Awesomer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cake Wreck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.failblog.org"&gt;Fail Blog etc.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://notalwaysright.com/"&gt;Not Always Right&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/"&gt;Overheard in New York etc.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.com"&gt;Post Secret&lt;/a&gt; (only updated once a week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun wasting time and feel free to suggest other time wasters and I will add to the list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-4097733251443980535?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/4097733251443980535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=4097733251443980535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/4097733251443980535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/4097733251443980535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-well-wasted-maybe.html' title='Time well wasted... maybe'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-9100784281403101464</id><published>2008-06-18T14:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:51:23.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in the Valley</title><content type='html'>G'Day! That's hello in valley speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since moving to the valley I have experienced many different feelings including, pure joy, hatred, rock bottom sadness, confusion, excitment. This place some days makes me so greatful to be alive and other days it leaves me asking why? why? why would anyone live here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well some of the best things that has come from here for me is the experiences and the contacts. In no other place would I have these opportunities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to only in the valley. The other day my friend and her college misplaced the name and number for a lady who had requested a group to go out and address a problem with a native rodent. I offered my help in locating this person on the basis that she lived near one of two towns, had a specific accent and owned property where this rodent may live. I made one phone call to a friend that lives near both of these towns and she said "oh, I bet that is ...." Only in the valley would someone identify someone by just those criteria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-9100784281403101464?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/9100784281403101464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=9100784281403101464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/9100784281403101464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/9100784281403101464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2008/06/only-in-valley.html' title='Only in the Valley'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-2551870169607625626</id><published>2008-04-24T12:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T12:13:08.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder if...</title><content type='html'>i write more posts if I will move up the list on of my friends links to their favouirte blogs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-2551870169607625626?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/2551870169607625626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=2551870169607625626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/2551870169607625626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/2551870169607625626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wonder-if.html' title='I wonder if...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-4835796616559275161</id><published>2008-04-07T08:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T08:34:54.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The winter of Hibernation</title><content type='html'>This winter was long, beautiful, frustrating, back breaking, renewing and many other emoitions. By the end of it I wanted to curl up and emerge when the sun was warm and the snow was gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two months ago I was driving past a local school (very very slowly as all the roads up here are horrible, you could loose your car in it horrible) and someone had put on the sign out front "Smile, Spring is Coming". I can't tell you how many times I drove past that school very slowly contiplating stopping, walking in the school and yelling at them "Do you see the storm we are having we are getting 3 feet of snow today, What makes you think in your right mind that spring is actually coming, and that I want to be reminded that spring is coming when yet again that it is the middle of March and we are getting a huge snow storm!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-4835796616559275161?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/4835796616559275161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=4835796616559275161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/4835796616559275161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/4835796616559275161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2008/04/winter-of-hibernation.html' title='The winter of Hibernation'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-8506979872398995058</id><published>2007-08-08T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:50:53.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>polar opposite cows...</title><content type='html'>today the cow leila pushed me and crushed me against a door frame and continued to head butt me for the food i was carrying for her. then not ten minutes later the cow pay (i didn't name her i swear) decided to like my hair.. she loves me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-8506979872398995058?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/8506979872398995058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=8506979872398995058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/8506979872398995058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/8506979872398995058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2007/08/polar-opposite-cows.html' title='polar opposite cows...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-4890454312843981834</id><published>2007-08-03T10:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T10:32:12.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>eggs, eggs, i love eggs!</title><content type='html'>one of my jobs this summer is collecting eggs from our lovely organic free range chickens. i do feel bad taking these eggs from the chickens as they think they are their babies, but really we don't have a rooster so they aren't babies they are just egss. the chickens have been known to attack me while collecting egss like flying at me and clawing at my back or my faviourite running at me full tilt and then head butting me in the leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;collecting egss is a easy job and sometimes interesting. as you may know most eggs will look like the following.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094479951620109570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/RrM6hjeqdQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-7pc09dtfk0/s200/egg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;well every once and awhile i find an interesting egg one that doesn't look like the others, one that doesn't belong just like on sesame street, it looks something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094481484923434274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/RrM76zeqdSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0uhMqTlAmpk/s320/deformed+egg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on a sad note i fear that one of the chicken's will be laying scrambled eggs today as it was stepped on last night by one of our cows that was overly excited to get into the barn to get some yummy grain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-4890454312843981834?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/4890454312843981834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=4890454312843981834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/4890454312843981834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/4890454312843981834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2007/08/eggs-eggs-i-love-eggs.html' title='eggs, eggs, i love eggs!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/RrM6hjeqdQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-7pc09dtfk0/s72-c/egg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-3631887509760871486</id><published>2007-07-31T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T13:16:35.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one to go down in history</title><content type='html'>the other day i was hanging out with a couple new friends and we decided to go swimming. unfortunately we were 30min from my home and i didn't have a swim suit with me and neither did one of the other girls. so we headed to a local store that carried cheap bathing suits. since it is the middle of summer you would bet there was slim pickings and you would be right. the only one piece bathing suits were in a size so small that my ankle would fit through the leg hole and then it would stop because my calf would be to big for the opening, so i had to chose the dreaded bikini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this was a location with a selection of mix and match combo to choose from, but for some reason there were many more bottoms than tops. i so i grabbed two different sets of bottoms and tops and headed for the change rooms. and this is where the magic moment occured never to be repeated again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i picked the first suit up and tried it on (over my undergarments as the 5 sings on the changing room walls said i had to do) and guess what..... IT FIT!!!! &lt;br /&gt;ok just take a moment and let that sink in. i went bathing suit shopping and the first suit i tried on fit and looked good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so i immediately put my clothes back on and exited the change room and now i call my new swim suit my magic suit. i will keep it forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-3631887509760871486?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/3631887509760871486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=3631887509760871486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/3631887509760871486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/3631887509760871486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-to-go-down-in-history.html' title='one to go down in history'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-19126602309858082</id><published>2007-06-25T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:35:56.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and today i made...</title><content type='html'>butter! i made butter! i didn't realize just how easy it was to make butter. you just put cream in a jar, close the lid and shake, and shake and shake. then you squeeze out all the left over butter milk and your done! oh the things you learn. i also made yogurt today, well its still making but i'm sure it will be done soon... i hope its good!&lt;br /&gt;just so you know, i also made strawberry rhubarb jam, strawberry rhubarb pie, and i need glasses, all in one day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-19126602309858082?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/19126602309858082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=19126602309858082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/19126602309858082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/19126602309858082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-today-i-made.html' title='and today i made...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-618674190458747184</id><published>2007-05-29T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T11:40:41.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>farmer in the dell!</title><content type='html'>there is a possibility that i will be a farmer for the summer! yeah! organic farming with chickens and cows here we come. i will know for sure later this week..... mmmm smelling like farm. i think my husband may divorce me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-618674190458747184?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/618674190458747184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=618674190458747184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/618674190458747184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/618674190458747184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2007/05/farmer-in-dell.html' title='farmer in the dell!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-1971193554143036325</id><published>2007-05-28T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T12:56:16.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post yeah!</title><content type='html'>i'm scared, i planted my garden, and now its cold and rainy. i cared for those plants for so long and now they may suffer! oh my, i'm a wreck... maybe the sun will come out soon! on the plus side i haven't had to drage the watering can up and down the stairs to water the garden in two days, that's good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-1971193554143036325?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/1971193554143036325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=1971193554143036325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/1971193554143036325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/1971193554143036325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2007/05/100th-post-yeah.html' title='100th post yeah!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-1371268940112400975</id><published>2007-05-11T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T22:30:33.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>local #6</title><content type='html'>i discovered a new local today, he lives two doors over. i'm going to call him bath robe guy, because that is all he wears. he wears it to put out the garbage, he wears it to bring in the garbage cans, he wears it when he is fixing his car on the road infront of his house, he pretty much wears it all the time. ah bath robe guy, why can't we all be as fearless as you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an interesting fact... if you live in an apartment above a garage you can not store any gas in that garage even if it is in vehicle. in other words we can not store our car in our garage because we live above the garage. i learned this after realizing that my neighbour was syphoning the gas out of his ski-doo that he keeps in the garage to commute to school in the winter. yep we live in a hick town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-1371268940112400975?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/1371268940112400975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=1371268940112400975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/1371268940112400975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/1371268940112400975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2007/05/local-6.html' title='local #6'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-6397837185815803050</id><published>2007-05-10T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T12:18:50.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the non-locals... and then the locals</title><content type='html'>i spent two lovely weeks in my new town without knowing a soul other than my husband, oh and two friends from previous schooling which i haven't been in contact with. these two weeks were lovely, walking down the street and no one having a clue who you were, i could wear my pj's, pick my nose, talk to myself, and it wouldn't matter as no one would know who i am. but this all changed last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the occasion a one of my husbands co-worker's wives birthday we were invited out for an evening of mingling, where i met 3 locals and 2 non locals. it was a great evening of video games and mc craps. since this day we have built a friendship of the nonlocals and even had a board game night last night (boi we played settlers!), which included another non local. so chalk that up to 3 local, and 3 nonlocal friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say its great to hang out with nonlocals as (no offence to the local friends - they are normal) most locals are a little crazie up here. but let me introduce you to some of the locals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;local #1: i was a little confused the first time i met this local i thought he was paying for something but no he was making the cashiers at the grocery store count his money. apparently he goes from store to store having people count his money for him. and the legend goes that he makes thousands of dollars a year picking up change off the street..... i sense a new career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't had the pleasure of meeting any of the rest of these locals but i can't wait until i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;local #2: this local lives a tim hortons. you will know it is him when he starts patting your hair. apparently harmless but he just likes hair. he sits a tim's all day talking away to any one who will talk to him, and apparently he is a local favourite, surviving on cookies, and doughnuts handed to him all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;local #3: in this lovely town it isn't suggest that you go around clapping. there is a local that will attack you if you clap at him. i'm a little skeptical of this local being true but as a precaution i will not be seen clapping though the streets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; local #4: apparently this local hates metal boxes, which include mail boxes, hydro boxes etc... he has been seen attacking such boxes as he walks down the street. i totally get his frustration, they are ugly and they just seem to be sitting there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least....&lt;br /&gt;local #5: beware as you walk through the street late at night in this town as an older man may follow you. but do not fear he won't hurt you. he has been known to follow you and then let of a fire cracker when you least expect it scaring the bajeebers out of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh... this is a colourful town, i won't get bored around here. all the locals names have been withheld because i don't remember them, but feel free to name them as you will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-6397837185815803050?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/6397837185815803050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=6397837185815803050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/6397837185815803050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/6397837185815803050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2007/05/non-locals-and-then-locals.html' title='the non-locals... and then the locals'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-7557261428213490225</id><published>2007-05-04T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T10:14:29.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>moved and how i became retired</title><content type='html'>well, some of you will know that i have picked up and moved, far far away. i've moved to this small little town called pembroke, well its not so small about the size of burg but less stuff in it. and how is that possible some of you may ask, well believe me i was surprised too, and get this it takes over an hour and a half to get to the next city that would have everything you needed, no driving to shwa, or the petes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my first two weeks here have been pretty quiet. not much going on except unpacking. i've come to the realization that if you don't want to unpack you can just reorganize the boxes and it looks like you have made progress. it took me over four days to unpack the kitchen alone! i'm anal about making sure all new products, and products that have been boxed in basements are washed before using. i don't even know how many dishes i washed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been great fun finally seeing all my (i mean our) wedding presents. it was like christmas all over again. thanks to all of you who helped with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would also like to thank those who helped with donations to our new apartment. we started out with no appliances and now we have a fridge, stove, washer and dryer.... and best of all a pull-out couch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's the real hiccup. so far i have no friends up here (well that's not true i have two friends from university and college, i should call them). but i know what your thinking what no friends? how could this happen to manda? well its true, its hard to walk up to someone on the street and say "hey you look nice, do you want to be my friend?". imagine doing that... they would think that i'm a little creepy. although i did almost have a friend the other day, he was nice, but i don't think he would fun to hang out with and do fun things. and this is the story of how we met. i think if i did that i would be part of my new game i made up, which i won't tell you about for fear of being harassed for the unpolitical correctness of the rules but boi you know what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking through wal-mart (that's right, i have to shop at wal-mart up here, there is harldy any other place that i have discovered that has things i need) and i wanted to get down this aisle but there was this elderly lady in my way with her husband in tow. now how did i know she was elderly, besides the fact that she was wrinkled? it was her sun glasses.  she had those great glasses that attach to your sunglasses that flip-up, you know the ones grandma's every where sport them. well i kindly waited for her to finish snapping at her husband and for them to move out of my way. and then grandpa (that's his new name) turns and see me and asks kindly "were you waiting for me to move?" and i reply "no, worries, i have all the time in the world." (which is true, did you know as a house wife there isn't a real schedule, you don't work 9-5, you may work 6-8 then 9-5 and then 5:03-6:48 (dinner time) and then sporadically throughout the evening as your husband tells you the things you forgot to do that day (i.e. wash the floors, doing his dishes) well you get the point... and so i usually take my time when i'm out in the community, to really slow down and enjoy life) right back to the story, so that was it for my encounters with them in wal-mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scene change. now i am shopping in food basics (quality food at low prices!) and i notice the same couple (only in a small town can you choose the exact same stores to shop at randomly, i would like to see that happen in toronto). so grandma is leading grandpa around telling him what to put in and what to do (i sense grandma is a little frustrated with grandpa). i nod a grandpa in acknowledgment and he nods back. when i was done my shopping i get into the shortest line which happens to be behind my new grandparents. well, grandma is getting frustrated even more with grandpa as he is using the wrong box to box their groceries and that he is taking to long and that he is in my way. to which grandpa cooling responded to her "don't worry, that young lady is retired too." and i began to laugh, and think he gets me he so gets me, i wonder if we could be friends? but sensing grandma's possible problem with me asking if i could be friends with them or if they would adopt me as their granddaughter (which i thought of doing) i just laughed and said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the stories i have to tell about my new home town, and hopefully i will tell you them right here. but i must go and work as a house wife (which has so many fun stories all of its own). but if i know you personally, you will have to come and visit us in our new apartment, (warning you may have many boxes in your room, unless i reorganize them) and if i don't know you personally, sorry you can't visit, it would be weird and a little scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-7557261428213490225?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/7557261428213490225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=7557261428213490225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/7557261428213490225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/7557261428213490225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2007/05/moved-and-how-i-became-retired.html' title='moved and how i became retired'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-5613141005115134898</id><published>2007-01-12T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T15:10:45.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='global warming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climate change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>ello there</title><content type='html'>hey, so i started school again. it felt like the i started from the beginning, i have no friends. but not to fear, i'm starting to make new friends again, and starting to hang out with my old friends. but no fear ma shef, i'm not limiting my friend intake at the moment, but if it starts to get out of hand i will for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm taking a great course call environmental issues, and its a general elective. but we finally have a course where we get to say what we think about the issues with the environment. yeah! like that global warming is a bunch of crap, but climate change is real, but climate change isn't anything new, its been changing for years, its just we are finally paying attention to it. i'm very excited to be learning agian, and to have a purpose besides go to gym, go to work. by the way i'm liking the whole not working thing, its great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-5613141005115134898?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/5613141005115134898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=5613141005115134898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/5613141005115134898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/5613141005115134898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2007/01/ello-there.html' title='ello there'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-116018159347312415</id><published>2006-10-06T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:39:53.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and the hiccups run wild</title><content type='html'>so, i know i haven't posted in like forever so here's a new one for you, if you even look here anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the hiccups have gone wild. there is 13 days until my wedding and i can't contain them, i counted at least 4 in one hour today. so my advice to anyone who is thinking about getting married ever, just run away, don't have a big wedding. just don't do it, its so much work. so some of you may know that after the wedding trav and i will be moving in with trav's parents, now this sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know some of you are thinking, so what living with the inlaws no big deal, well its not that bad really but... and there is a some butts. dogs, dogs are everywhere. well i'll tell you the truth there are only two dogs, but they lie everywhere, on my bed on everyone's bed, on the couch, i can't get away from dog hair. and not only that but the cat eats on the dining room table. we don't even eat at a table, just on the couch in front of the tv, but the cat gets to eat at the good table. so the next couple months should be fun getting use to the new living arrangements, and i will try to keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-116018159347312415?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/116018159347312415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=116018159347312415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/116018159347312415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/116018159347312415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-hiccups-run-wild.html' title='and the hiccups run wild'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-115101328275931396</id><published>2006-06-22T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:54:42.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>to the anonymous commentor...</title><content type='html'>i just discovered your comments about cures for hiccups... and you are getting through to people. if you would like to share your cure please just post it in the comment section and i will pass it on to others. who are you anyways and where are you from? as many other people will tell you about my site i don't update it enough, just ask the baa (bloggers against abandonment) they have made a complaint about my lack of blogging, as have many of my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's an update. i just started my new job at the forest center and i'm now officially the grunt, doing all the tasks that no one else wants to do... but with this comes no responsibility... yeah! my frist day of work i was sent to clean the backrooms. now please keep in mind these buildings are really old and are falling apart and are located in the middle of the forest. so i was told to clean and organize and get rid of the mouse poop. so i set off to accomplish this task. i went to the back room and moved a couple things and much to my surprise i found a snake! now snakes don't scare me but i don't like to pick them up unless i know they won't bite me. so my friend came to my rescue and got rid of the big snake. i found out later that another co-worker had seen that snake that morning and knew i was going to be cleaning there and just forgot to tell me.... yeah right! so that's my new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all those out there getting married or ever getting married.... elope, just do it, elope, wedding planning is too much hassel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-115101328275931396?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/115101328275931396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=115101328275931396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/115101328275931396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/115101328275931396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-anonymous-commentor.html' title='to the anonymous commentor...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-114748215538988801</id><published>2006-05-12T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T21:02:35.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and...... i'm back</title><content type='html'>so its been like forever since i bloged and for this i'm sorry. (many excuses inserted here.) i'll try to keep it up a little better this summer but no promises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for those of you who don't know... i'm getting married. there now its official cause its on my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-114748215538988801?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/114748215538988801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=114748215538988801' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/114748215538988801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/114748215538988801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-im-back.html' title='and...... i&apos;m back'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-114196228775651258</id><published>2006-03-09T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T22:44:47.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>safety first... take if from me.</title><content type='html'>so since my teachers on strike i've had more time to enjoy the finer things in life. so today i decided to have a couple friends over for dinner. i was very excited we were having roast beef, carrots, green and yellow beans, asparagus and for some extra flair yorksire puddings. now i have made this yorksire puddings before and feel confident in my abilty to make them for my friends. these two friends have never had them before so i was giving them a little lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but true to form when you get cocky and start to teach someone something it all goes wrong, and horribly wrong it went. when making these puddings you have to heat oil in muffin tins to start the process. that went fine, i took them out of the oven after a couple minutes and placed it on top of the stove. two of the muffin holes were smoking a bit but nothing to worry about. but then they started to really smoke which was weird cause they were cooling down. and then the smoke really turned to black smoke and i went to open the window and when i turned back there were flames! to which one of my friend commented in how they didn't realize that's how grease fires started. well i'm really confused and a little scared cause this shouldn't be happening. but i grabed a pot lid and smothered the fired... for a minute and then the flames start up again. then boi was like try baking soda, well i found the soda but the flames were really going so i grabed the extinguisher and boi smartly moved the other food so it wouldn't be ruined and my other friend opened windows. well i pulled the pin aimed at the fire and pulled the trigger and nothing. my extinguisher was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my. so with that boi finds a large pan and puts that on it which works like a charm. but i'm still confused why the fire was still going, the grease was cooling down or should have. and then i looked under the muffin tin, and i realise that i had put the muffin tin on a burner and i had accidently turned on the wrong burner earlier and i hadn't been cooking the carrots like i thought i was. so we aired out the apartment and enjoyed our fine meal, without the puddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so next week i'm off to buy a fire alarm since with all this smoke no alarm went off anywhere and i'm a firm believer in safety first... and don't worry i have a new extinguisher in my apartment that is fully charged and the other one is on its way to be recharged... and for future reference no cooking with oil will be done by me ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-114196228775651258?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/114196228775651258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=114196228775651258' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/114196228775651258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/114196228775651258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2006/03/safety-first-take-if-from-me.html' title='safety first... take if from me.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-114011142543044658</id><published>2006-02-16T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T12:37:05.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and its over...</title><content type='html'>i'm at a lost for words. i don't know what to do with myself. what am i going to do? its over... its really over. i just finished watching my last episode of friends. they've been with me for the last 3 months daily and now i've seen them all now. what am i going to do? oh my.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-113934195987948170</id><published>2006-02-07T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T14:52:39.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and today a hello goes to...</title><content type='html'>i would just like to take a moment to send a hello to that person who comes to my site regularly from california. i'm a little jealous that you get to live in california as today i had to spend vast amounts of time outside. now don't get me wrong i love spending time outside, it was just sad cause it was -8C which is like 17.6F. now this isn't really bad and i did have appropriate clothes for this weather. the problem was in the fact that i didn't have snow shoes. the snow was a couple inchs deep and hard to move around in. so today i would have loved not to have snow for easy walking. but i must tell you that the snow in the red pine stand was absolutely beautiful. i loved it! and i got to make a snow angel which was also fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bascially i wanted to say hi to that person or people from california so "hi!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-113934195987948170?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/113934195987948170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=113934195987948170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113934195987948170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113934195987948170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-today-hello-goes-to.html' title='and today a hello goes to...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-113924059351914129</id><published>2006-02-06T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T10:43:13.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>once upon a time there was a sickness....</title><content type='html'>last week was a horrible week. i was sick for the majority of it, and when i get sick i usually get really sick. so i was sick with one thing and then got a secondary sickness which required medication that made me feel sick, oh and made my urine a very fun colour with a likeness to orange jello. then taking this medication not only made me feel sick it also created a new sickness. so lets count those that's three confirmed sickness' with the side effect of feeling sick. so i didn't do much last week, nor did i see anyone, but i did get to take a evening off work due to sickness. this week is much better one sickness is completely gone (the seconday sickness), the primary sickness has been minimized to a cough and a bit of flemy goodness... but that third sickness is hanging in there but soon, soon it will be gone. oh and the side effect of feeling sick has weakended to a general hatred of food for about 1 hour after taking medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that is the story of my sickness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-113924059351914129?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-113813551918882601</id><published>2006-01-24T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T15:45:19.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>officially addicted</title><content type='html'>my good friend boi taught me how to check to see who has been coming to see my site, where they are from, and how they got to my site. she told me that i would get addicted to checking it, i didn't believe her but now i do. i check all the time, and i even check other peoples just to see if they have friends like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to take this opportunity to say hi to everyone that stops by. don't be afraid to leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to send a special hello out to that person who found my site by doing a web search on "lu pims". can i just tell you that we could be friends. i love lu pims, i love my raspberry lu pims, and i am addicted to them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so hi to  everyone, and have a wonderful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-113813551918882601?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/113813551918882601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=113813551918882601' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113813551918882601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113813551918882601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2006/01/officially-addicted.html' title='officially addicted'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-113798819989850975</id><published>2006-01-22T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T22:49:59.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the conspiracy theory</title><content type='html'>there is a conspiracy against us. and who are the us i am talking about you may ask... well its us single women living on their own. and who exactly has the conspiracy against us? well i'll tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the companies that are manufacturing jars and containers. the ones who manufacture jars and containers that are almost impossible to open. and i'm sorry to admit it but i will, girls are usually weaker than boys. especially girls with weak wrists. as some of you may know i have weak wrists (even though i reign supreme at thumb wrestling). well i'm sick and tired of not being able to get into my pickle jars or that jar of spahgetti sauce, its just not fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm at a loss and can get in i feel that the jar companies are laughing at me, and poking fun at me and saying "if only you had a man around, then you could enjoy our lovely product". they are against us, against us all! and what can we do about it? nothing really. i once heard of a girl who had pickles around her apartment for 2 years and could never find anyone to open them (i swear this is the truth). she finally took a pity date just so he could open the jar for her.... that she had to do that is absolutely disgraceful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing, by creating these jars to be sooo hard to open it is forcing the single girls to pump iron and train to build the muscle power needed to open the jars. this is just breeding a generation of butch girls, and really now we are being messed out of the chance of finding a great guy, cause lets face it, guys want girls who are "girly", and "needy", and what would we need the guys for if we could open the jars ourselves? ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please i just want easy open jars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. even though i am not single i am considered single in this situation as i can not drive 3.5hrs to get my boyfriend to open the jar and then drive back... that's just not environmentally friendly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. save the environment recycle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-113798819989850975?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-113769219090270789</id><published>2006-01-19T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T12:36:30.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the frustrations of today...</title><content type='html'>1. it wasn't a snow day&lt;br /&gt;2. my alarm went off and i wasn't ready for it to.&lt;br /&gt;3. i had to drive to school before it was light and the sun still wasn't fully up when i go there.&lt;br /&gt;4. my feet are sweating in my hiking boots.&lt;br /&gt;5. i had to be outside for two hours so i'm wearing my long johns and i'm really really hot now&lt;br /&gt;6. i went to mc donalds and had a coupon so i had two sandwiches and fries and drink and feel like crap now&lt;br /&gt;7. my coffee is getting cold&lt;br /&gt;8. i want to nap but cant&lt;br /&gt;9. i hate dirt but now i have to go to a class dedicated to it.&lt;br /&gt;10. nothing would make me happier than going home to a clean house but no its dirty and the christmas tree is still up.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-113769219090270789?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/113769219090270789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=113769219090270789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113769219090270789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113769219090270789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2006/01/frustrations-of-today.html' title='the frustrations of today...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-113741765665998587</id><published>2006-01-16T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T08:20:56.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the more time i spend at college....</title><content type='html'>i've discovered that my time spent at college seems to be directly proportional to the lose of my ability to deal with technology. i can't even hook up my tv right. what is with that? stuff like this use to come so easy to me. but i have aquired new knowledge that is useful everyday and everyone should be jealous... i can currently identify 15 urban bird calls... that's right i can identify them. i know you are jealous. soon i will know many many more bird calls and will know over 100 speicies of trees and or shrubs including the latin name... wow college is fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh how could i forget this ultra important news. I found my cookies, that's right, after months of serching for my favourite cookies that i had in ireland i came across them yesterday in a store in quebec. i now am the proud owner of three boxes of raspberry "lu pim's" cookies. mmmm spongecake with a dallop of raspberry jam with a chocolate waffer on top of that. i'm not sure though if i'm going to share, so you better ask nicely....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-113741765665998587?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/113741765665998587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=113741765665998587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113741765665998587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113741765665998587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2006/01/more-time-i-spend-at-college.html' title='the more time i spend at college....'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-113644073097630919</id><published>2006-01-05T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T00:58:50.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and then holiday's happened</title><content type='html'>holiday's are over, school is starting again next week. i haven't posted in a very long time. i miss my friends, and eating normal and having a schedule so i know where i'm going when. thank goodness life is going back to normal next week... well somewhat normal i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the greatest christmas ever, spending it with friend's, friend's family's and my own family. i didn't want anything this christmas and i got far more than i deserve, and if my mum is reading this, that one shirt didn't fit and i took i back and exchanged it for another shirt the same colour but different, so almost the same gift but not. all the parties with friends were amazing.... thanks to all those who took part in redecorating my apartment (i love it) and a big thanks to steve who was the mastermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in shock from the festivities, but they are not over... oh no they are not. i'm looking forward to an amazing sloth fest 2006 occuring this friday for the girls. i can't wait to do nothing all day except lounge and eat and possibly eat some more! how could life get any better! boi it should be kickbutt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and here for the news that shocks many... i'm dating someone who isn't younger than me! i know what you are thinking... this can't be true but it is. i'm actually dating a guy that is 1 year older than me! ok but on a serious side of things, trav and i are back together after a 4 year break, and i couldn't be happier. i just want to take this moment to say sorry to trav for all the bad stories that i have told my friends about you. and to all my friends, there are good stories too and trav is a great guy and you will love him. so give him a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-113644073097630919?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/113644073097630919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=113644073097630919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113644073097630919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113644073097630919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-then-holidays-happened.html' title='and then holiday&apos;s happened'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-113448688681374594</id><published>2005-12-13T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T10:14:46.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>looking forward to the weekend</title><content type='html'>well, i'm in the middle of exam week... only i don't think my mind has wrapped itself around that. instead of studying yesterday, i had a hot laundry date and went to the movies to see the chronicles of narnia with friends. what a great movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week was amazing. on my birthday i had fun shopping with t, and then playing pool and going out for dinner with friends. lesley and i couldn't have had a better birthday really, unless someone proposed to us and gave us diamonds... but you can't have it all. friday was also a lot of fun, a mini sloth fest, but we left the apartment so it didn't really count. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait though for saturday night for the big party! it will be soooo much fun... only 4 sleeps till the party!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-113448688681374594?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/113448688681374594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=113448688681374594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113448688681374594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113448688681374594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/12/looking-forward-to-weekend.html' title='looking forward to the weekend'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-113392610982773907</id><published>2005-12-06T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:28:29.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged twice... crap</title><content type='html'>so two of my friends have tagged me. in this game of tag i'm suppose to tell you 10 random facts about myself. well since i got tagged twice i guess that means i'll write 20 random facts... i'm a very random person so i'm sure i'll have no problem with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my biggest fear is having a train fall off a bridge on to me, you will notice that i take this very seriously and will cry if i have to stop under the bridge or if someone thinks it is funny and stops to bug me i will cry and sometimes bolt or even on a rare occasion almost puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i'm not gracefull (which isn't random, but it is the truth) but i was a ballerina when i was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. when i swim i like to yell underwater while i'm doing laps just so i can hear something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. clutter stresses me out, but i get so stressed by the clutter that i just sit and look at it, and that is the real reason my apartment is always a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i like to race cars off the line, although i know i'll never win, its a lot of fun. and i want to pimp my car out, but refuse to spend money like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i spent my whole childhood trying to seperate myself from the hicks around me, and now all i want to be is a hick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i ate dry dog food when i was little, and i liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i love getting bills in the mail cause it reminds me that i'm grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. i hate scrambled eggs cause they get cold so quickly it grosses me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. sometimes when i look in the mirror it scares me, not because i'm ugly, but due to the fact that its not what i picture myslef looking like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. my favourite time of year is winter, after a new snowfall, it makes me feel like a completely new start, and its always so fun to play in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. i fear getting old, not for what i'll look like, cause i can't wait to have wrinkles, but i fear that i will become imbittered and mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. if i see a good candy on the floor i have to hold myself back becuase i really want to pick it up and eat it, even though its very gross (just so you know i have never picked them up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. when i answer the phone i seceretly hope its someone to tell me i've won the lottery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. part of me wants to become a hermit in a little cabin in the woods, with no bills to pay, and just live off the land and barter for the things i can't get myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. i wish i was back in ireland everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. i hate playing with barbies, i'm more of a g.i. joe fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. i loved wwf when i was little but get mad at the dumb new characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. i make cookie dough for a snack when i really want a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. i want a tatoo but i'm too afraid to get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there are some random facts, some of them you already may have known, other's may be new. i hope it kept you entertained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-113392610982773907?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/113392610982773907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=113392610982773907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113392610982773907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113392610982773907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/12/tagged-twice-crap.html' title='tagged twice... crap'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-113323772186444704</id><published>2005-11-28T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T23:18:35.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jen has spoken</title><content type='html'>when jen tells you its time to update, really its way past time to update so here you go. i've been busy, i've gone to a couple concerts, i've had gross idiotic guys hit on me at these concerts. i've gone to school, i've got a 90% average YEAH! i've gone on a date with a guy from school... oopps. i've gone away with my mom and sisters for the weekend... that was fun. i accidently set my clock to the wrong time and was late for class. i have a pain in my back. i bought new winter boots, which are cool. i made banana bread. i've recieved more bills than i'm willing to pay. i left my frozen yogurt out and it melted. i bought the piano sheet music to my favourite song online. i recieved my "vegetables are people too" shirt in the mail. i also recieved my mystery shirt in the mail that reads "save a horse, ride a hot dog" with a picture of a hotdog dressed like a cowboy on the front (needless to say i won't be wearing that). i had someone suggest going away to bible college to find myslef a husband, because i'm hopeless on my own... see begining of this blog for examples of how bad i am. i've pick a fight with an gross old man in a bar cause he grabed my butt. i got a cool new winter jacket. i bought one of the many christmas presents i need to buy. i fell off an exercise ball twice in three days for the amusment of my friends. the resses pieces candy machine wouldn't give me any candy today, and i was willing to pay. i got an email from an old friend that i miss a lot. i met up with a crazie guy from an even crazier band that i haven't seen in a long time. i went to the movies and the bulb blew so i didn't get to see it all. i drove through a bad snowstorm, saw 2 jack knifed tractor trailor, and one snow plow out of gas. i found my chapstick (very important). i got into the passes only section with a smile and a nod. i spent quality time with my bunny. and most importantly, i've laughed everyday, and that's what makes life good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-113323772186444704?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/113323772186444704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=113323772186444704' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113323772186444704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113323772186444704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/11/jen-has-spoken.html' title='jen has spoken'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-113231399349899435</id><published>2005-11-18T06:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T06:39:53.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm home...</title><content type='html'>i'm glad to be home, i missed my apartment. in fact mostly i missed my bed and my bunny bunny. but now that i'm home i feel more rested. i have many stories to tell, but not right now, tomorrow i will tell my stories.... but for now have a great day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-113231399349899435?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/113231399349899435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=113231399349899435' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113231399349899435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113231399349899435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-home.html' title='i&apos;m home...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-113201197720468487</id><published>2005-11-14T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T18:46:17.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>missing home</title><content type='html'>so, i went toronto last night for renegade show... more on that some other time... but i miss home, i'm in lindsay this week to get work done and save some gas... just so you guys at home know, i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-113201197720468487?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/113201197720468487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=113201197720468487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113201197720468487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113201197720468487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/11/missing-home.html' title='missing home'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-113189069393119139</id><published>2005-11-13T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T09:04:53.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch...</title><content type='html'>after a busy day at work yesterday i was heading for home and i get a text message... "u up 4 football?"... it seems earlier in the week i had half heartedly agreed to play football on saturday. so i went home and changed and went to play some football. well foolishly when i agreeed to play football i for some reason thought that some of my female friends would be showing up as well... nope not the case... it was me and the boys. and due to my lack of ability of catching and throwing a football we switched to frisbee. well i'm still suck at frisbee even though i played on the ultimate frisbee team in highschool, which may i add was like 5 years ago (man i'm old).  but even though it isn't suppose to be a contact sport i ended up being tackled or instigating a tackle... and one unfortunate incidence of an inappropriate follow through in which t ended up in the fetal position on the ground. sorry t, i didn't mean to... i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here are somethings i learned about playing football/frisbee with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. when you wear a yellow shirt, everyone else including the spectator will be wearing Burgundy.&lt;br /&gt;2. when you drop the frisbee on the ground someone's dog will try to grab it.&lt;br /&gt;3. frisbee shouldn't be played in a park where dogs run free.&lt;br /&gt;4. at least one person will step in poop in the dog park&lt;br /&gt;5. you will always forget where the big holes are when running in a hurry and will fall in&lt;br /&gt;6. someone if not two people will be hit in the head with the football/frisbee&lt;br /&gt;7. when given the perfect opportunity to help your team score, a scary dog will come running at you&lt;br /&gt;8. if you use temporary goal posts ie. a hat, some dog will run away with them&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly&lt;br /&gt;8. when there is a tie and the next point decides it, the other team will conveniently forget to tell you that "this point ends the game"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEATERS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-113189069393119139?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/113189069393119139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=113189069393119139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113189069393119139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113189069393119139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/11/ouch.html' title='ouch...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-113179553124569489</id><published>2005-11-12T06:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T06:38:51.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what if life was exactly like a dr. suess book?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-113179553124569489?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/113179553124569489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=113179553124569489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113179553124569489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113179553124569489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-if-life-was-exactly-like-dr-suess.html' title='what if life was exactly like a dr. suess book?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-113150532754892952</id><published>2005-11-08T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T22:02:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my i'm one of those</title><content type='html'>i've become what i hate the  most, well maybe not the most. but i've become that person that never updates their blog!! so for that i'm ashamed and sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learned a couple things recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. when looking for possible boyfriends you will be surrounded by great guys that are just your boy friends.&lt;br /&gt;2. when you feel like crap and want to call in sick, someone else will beat you to it.&lt;br /&gt;3. when being set up, each one will be worse than the one before.&lt;br /&gt;4. when m.c.ing an event you will always forget the really important things... like how to use a mic&lt;br /&gt;5. when discussing drugs someone will always walk in at the complete wrong moment&lt;br /&gt;6. when you don't expect someone that is the most likely time that they will show up&lt;br /&gt;7. when your closet explodes on your couch you will get company&lt;br /&gt;8. when you need to be some where desperately your car will brake down.&lt;br /&gt;9. when everything is going wrong it will continue to go wrong and get worse.&lt;br /&gt;10. when you don't want your chapstick its always around and when you desperately need it, it will be missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-113150532754892952?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/113150532754892952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=113150532754892952' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113150532754892952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113150532754892952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-my-im-one-of-those.html' title='oh my i&apos;m one of those'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-113099047281942570</id><published>2005-11-02T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:01:12.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>great eats</title><content type='html'>sometimes when i get lazy and i have to clean my tub i just have a bubble bath... the tub gets cleaned and i get cleaned all at the same time! just joking i cleaned it first i promise. but i always forget how much i love baths. they are sooo relaxing, and put me in a great mood... and plus i have an honest excuse not to answer the phone or door or do homework or such. i just kick back and read a good book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough about the bath. tonight i met with two great ladies for some food and drinks, what a great way to end a day! mmmm the food was great... but tomorrow i'm going to stop eating junk food until dec.1st. no more junk, i need to keep myself in a good place until christmas season so i can eat with no fear. yeah christmas~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming soon to a place near you.... RUM BALLS!!! mmmmm!!!! yeah for the holiday season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-113099047281942570?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/113099047281942570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=113099047281942570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113099047281942570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113099047281942570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/11/great-eats.html' title='great eats'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-113073704788626412</id><published>2005-10-31T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:40:18.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>because everyone else is doing it...</title><content type='html'>so this is the amanda needs section. it has been done on my friends blogs where you go to google and type in "(your name) needs" and see what pops up. so here some of the stuff that i personally need... apparently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda needs a mom in her corner with a lot of time and attention to give her.&lt;br /&gt;amanda needs needs the local food bank to put food on the table for herself.&lt;br /&gt;amanda needs gnutar?&lt;br /&gt;amanda needs needs to be rebuilt.&lt;br /&gt;amanda needs to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;amanda needs operator disk ownership.&lt;br /&gt;amanda needs to suck on a pacifier to clear her ears.&lt;br /&gt;amanda needs a small config change.&lt;br /&gt;amanda needs a wise friend to tell her this too shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best by far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda needs to be out in public, not acting slutty, so we can have more pictures of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i change it to manda needs, its equally as fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manda needs a nap.&lt;br /&gt;manda needs a girlie.&lt;br /&gt;manda needs to come over to my swinging bachelor pad.&lt;br /&gt;manda needs to write a story.&lt;br /&gt;manda needs to give my shirt back.&lt;br /&gt;manda needs to stay the ways she is coz she rocks.&lt;br /&gt;manda needs to play more games and we shall save her.&lt;br /&gt;manda needs to chill out coz she wrote on the wall too.&lt;br /&gt;manda needs to eat healthier.&lt;br /&gt;manda needs all the beauty sleep she can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manda needs a spidey outfit to go with that spidey web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-113073704788626412?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/113073704788626412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=113073704788626412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113073704788626412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113073704788626412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/10/because-everyone-else-is-doing-it.html' title='because everyone else is doing it...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-113064834064504462</id><published>2005-10-30T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T00:59:00.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>jen is the hero of today/tomorrow</title><content type='html'>a great round of applause goes to jen who reminded me that the clocks go back tonight! i would have shown up for work 1hr early.... bad really bad. thanks jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a side note, does anyone know how to make my life resemble something that would be even remotely close to being normal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-113064834064504462?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/113064834064504462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=113064834064504462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113064834064504462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/113064834064504462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/10/jen-is-hero-of-todaytomorrow.html' title='jen is the hero of today/tomorrow'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-113029722314864261</id><published>2005-10-25T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T23:27:03.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hey matthew i came good on the promise!</title><content type='html'>i spent the last weekend in toronto and as many of you know toronto is not always my favourite place to be. but it was a great trip. this time i didn't get into a car accident, in fact i didn't have any close calls really. so does that mean i'm becoming more accustomed to toronto driving or are torontonian's learning how to drive? i'm not really sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meals and i did a lot of shopping, tons in fact. i just want to say that mec is one of my favourite places ever! so lots of money blown and more importantly than that i got to hang with friend's i haven't seen in years. but i have a new favourite food.... shwarma's.... mmmmmm shwarma's. i think that it wasn't all about the food, it was the interesting conversations with people walking by. one guy was convinced that he had been rolling in a snowbank... and for those of you that think canada is always covered in snow its not... this guy was covered in grass and dirt and when questioned about it he calmly said "its ok it will melt." good times at the shwarma place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent one night at moo's house and lets just say, it is sketchy when a driveway is between two houses and its not much wider than a van. but i saw a van backed down it... let me just say that's talent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-113029722314864261?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112969165797819335</id><published>2005-10-18T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:14:17.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what's with being sick</title><content type='html'>i guess i really don't mind being sick... but if i'm going to be sick i would rather be really sick where i need to stay in bed and where there is a real excuse not to do anything. i've been sick since friday but not sick enough to stop doing anything, just sick enough to feel a bit crummy and to sound really gross. basically i think you should either do something right or not do it at all. so tomorrow if i'm still not better and i'm still not really sick then i'm going to go and play in the rain... maybe then i'll have a real excuse to do nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112879555628887893</id><published>2005-10-08T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T14:19:16.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>for all the single girls cheer up!</title><content type='html'>somewhere there's a monument to the love that you haven't found yet, the love of your life and the shape of your future, dischargning ions into our skin through the dark. he is the span of the rainbow you see before waking. the first touch of air on your body each morning. the word that you say without speaking. the prayer that you made before life. he is the space of tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the spill of conscience&lt;br /&gt;the fill of desire&lt;br /&gt;the spell of your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is the love you remembered at birth. the love you will make after dying. somewhere it waits for you, love that is not of this earth. where the sky ends. where memory pales. where eternity is. almost heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-marianne wiggins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112879555628887893?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112879555628887893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112879555628887893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112879555628887893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112879555628887893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-all-single-girls-cheer-up.html' title='for all the single girls cheer up!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112839227945588512</id><published>2005-10-03T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T22:17:59.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not leaving home until oct31</title><content type='html'>just so you know, i'm glued to my tv from here on in. i have the food network free for 28 more days, and i'm getting the most out of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112839227945588512?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112839227945588512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112839227945588512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112839227945588512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112839227945588512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/10/not-leaving-home-until-oct31.html' title='not leaving home until oct31'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112838401803583576</id><published>2005-10-03T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:00:18.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pray for juan</title><content type='html'>so today is the perfect day to demonstrate my hiccup ability. not only are my chronic hiccups at their finest but, my day encountered a great hiccup itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all last week one of my great friends took juan, my car to his work and looked it over and fixed a couple things that needed to be fixed before warranty is over. thankyou mark!!! you're the greatest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today juan and i left school and headed for home, we got down to the main highway and stopped for a light. when the light turned green we stayed stopped. apparently juan had stalled. how embarrassing! he started up again and we made it all the way home, but i think juan is sick. he isn't functioning well. so please pray for juan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sadder note, apparently something tragic has happened at the rez at school, my guess would be suicide. so please pray for everyone involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112838401803583576?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112838401803583576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112838401803583576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112838401803583576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112838401803583576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/10/pray-for-juan.html' title='pray for juan'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112836300585658228</id><published>2005-10-03T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:10:05.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry again</title><content type='html'>i believe i promised a good post by the end of the weekend... and to my surprise...i forgot.  so tonight i promise, when i'm procrastinating from cleaning my apartment and from studying for my tests this week i will write.... oh and i love being a pirate just so you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112836300585658228?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112836300585658228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112836300585658228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112836300585658228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112836300585658228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/10/sorry-again.html' title='sorry again'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112809979712518245</id><published>2005-09-30T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T13:03:17.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so sorry</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry i haven't updated as of late. its been crazie trying to gwet use to my new routines of school, work, volunteering and finding time for myself and my friends. i promise before the weekend is out i will have a great blog for you all to read, laugh and shed a tear at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112809979712518245?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112809979712518245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112809979712518245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112809979712518245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112809979712518245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-sorry.html' title='so sorry'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112726801389699287</id><published>2005-09-20T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T22:00:13.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i love gilmore girls</title><content type='html'>i just wanted you to know that. thankyou for your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112726801389699287?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112726801389699287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112726801389699287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112726801389699287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112726801389699287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-gilmore-girls.html' title='i love gilmore girls'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112691010071129518</id><published>2005-09-16T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T18:41:20.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the magic of osap... really they are magicians...</title><content type='html'>here's my osap time line... and i'll let you be the judge of where money dissappears to while waiting for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spet. 6: &lt;br /&gt;-spent 1hr waiting in line to sign papers for osap (late for 2nd class due to this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sept. 7: &lt;br /&gt;-osap recieves my forms and processing begins.&lt;br /&gt;-first snag apparently i have to pay left over interest from previous balance before they  will release new osap (why they can't just take money from new loan i'll never know?)&lt;br /&gt;-tansfer right amounts of money into osap's hands (i just gave money to get money, my mom warned about scams like this)they say it will take 2 business days to see this in their computer's... umm where did the money go for 2days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sept. 9: &lt;br /&gt;-in theory osap should have my money... should... but i don't know maybe its still on vacation somewhere&lt;br /&gt;-now they say it will take 2 days to figure out new loan (what were they doing the last 2 days?) we hit a weekend so in theory all loan should be proccesed by the 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sept.13: &lt;br /&gt;-loan in fact not processed by this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sept. 14:&lt;br /&gt;-loan actually processed and released to my bank... and now for the super duper trick it will take 5 buisness day to be reflected in my account... 5 days... where is it? i asked the bank guy this and he wasn't sure either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sept.16: &lt;br /&gt;-wondering where my money may be... wondering if its having a good time... wondering if its eating well, or if it has clean clothes or gas for its adventures cause i'm not, i need to learn this magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part... if i'm a day late making a payment to osap, i'm in deep crap, i get charged extra, i get a bad credit mark etc. ... if they are late giving me the money... too bad for me. oh and best part, i thought i was paying interest of prime + 2% but really i'm paying prime +2.5%.... so i was thinking... do you think i can open my own osap business? they seem to be making a lot of money off of me, i'm just thinking how much money i could be making off of other poor students who are just trying to learn and get a decent job with a good pension. i'm going to move to a country with free education... and i thought canada was a free country, too bad only the rich really get ahead here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry venting (oops ranting) needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112691010071129518?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112691010071129518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112691010071129518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112691010071129518'/><link 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thumbs this will take it to the next level. while twiddling your thumbs your thumbs will be traveling in the same direction. so for an added challenge twiddle your thumbs so one is moving forward while the other is moving backwards. well as you can guess, i can't do it... much to rick's amusement i did try for the better part of 30min.... if you can do it... i want to see it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112680899565203243?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112680899565203243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112680899565203243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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"why aren't you dating anyone?" i would like to respond with "because dating is a waste of time and i want to be single and go through life all alone and just knit socks for my 200 cats until i'm 80."  but that's not true(p.s. i'm not a big cat fan, but dogs wouldn't appreciate socks like a cat). the majority of my single friends all have the same complaints. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;no offence to our happily married friends, and no offence to the children of our happily married friends, but being single completely sucks and a lot of us are jealous. this is not a world that is conducive to being single, many social occasions dates are deemed necessary. its only appropriate to bring your mum,dad, cousin, brother, friends (hot) brother (yes you crilly) as your date for so many years. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;many times us singletons wonder "why can't i find someone?" (although i'm pretty sure i know why i'm single, more on that later). maybe we are being too picky, put we deserve to have someone that is great, not just ok, but wonderful. could it be that in the area where i live there is a lack of christians who would be considered dateable, that we either haven't dated, or one of our friends hasn't dated? one friend has suggested (must to my horror) that maybe we should start a blog looking for dates specifically just for fun (as in no pictures, no real names)... yes it would be fun, but would i ever venture to meet these people? no way. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;i just look around at all my single friends, and i absolutely love them to death, and i know they deserve the best. and we want to have someone to share life with. but where are the people to date? if we all had $1 for everytime someone asked us is we were dating anyone i'm pretty sure we would all be living in more luxury. is there a solution? patience? getting everyone to invite their single christian friends to an event and have their single christian friends invite their single christian friends and hopefully have like 300 singles to meet? maybe a little desperate.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;and yes i know why i'm single, its because i'm incapable of liking any guy that would actually be good for me. i instead insist on choosing guys who will walk all over me or treat me like dirt. but no more! not ever again! because i found my knitting needles and later i'm going looking for a stray cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. thanks to all the crilly's who have been looking out for me this week, your the best siblings that i consider mine now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112644372462125327?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112644372462125327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112644372462125327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112644372462125327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112644372462125327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/09/whats-deal.html' title='what&apos;s the deal?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112623306398488064</id><published>2005-09-08T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T22:31:04.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>who's in?</title><content type='html'>my friend has decided that possibly it would be a good idea to organize a trip into TO to help out with a soup kitchen or such. we are willing to organize such a trip if and only if YOU want to get in on it. so what do you think? it may be something other than a soup kitchen... i'll look into possible organizations we can help.... leave a comment and let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112623306398488064?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112623306398488064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112623306398488064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112623306398488064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112623306398488064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/09/whos-in.html' title='who&apos;s in?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112575743384787944</id><published>2005-09-03T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T10:23:53.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what can we do?</title><content type='html'>how did we become such a passive society? and more importantly how did we become such passive christians? i know that i'll get into trouble for generalizing everyone, so excuse me, and to those that are above this blame you can help me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurricane katrina has caused a lot, a lot of damaged, people have died, people have lost everything. Relief has been slow to get to these people, and some people are angry and i don't blame them. 9/11 caused a lot of grief and a lot of suffering and we honour those people who were affected by this tragedy. but it seems that people are shaking their heads more and tsking at the loss because it is so published. i don't want to make light of these situations but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday all over the world, even in my small town, people loose everything. they loose their homes, their family, they get ill. children all over the world wander and authorities just wait for them to die because they don't have resources for them. victim's of katrina will most likely receive aid to help them get back on their feet. the big easy may never exist again and their former inhabitants will have to find somewhere else to live. but what about those who are all around the world who have no where else to live? where they know that there aren't busses or army's or groups coming to pick them up so they can have a fresh start. these people have been on my mind for a couple weeks now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in highschool i was more of an activist. i would stand up for these injustices, and try to make a difference. now, now i'm ashamed to say i haven't really done anything as of late. now i feel lost, like i don't know where to start. i see so many problems and i want to fix them all, but in know this is not possible. but i guess if i could just find one thing that makes a difference to someone, i would follow that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to challenge everyone (including me), to make a difference. i'm not just talking financially because when i comes down to it i know a lot of people don't have money to give. i'm talking about donating some of that time that we all know we have that we waste in front of a tv, or strolling around a shopping center... or whatever you waste your time on. a couple hours a week, or a day a month, or something. if we all can do a little, it really does make a huge difference. we can do it, and i want to hear your stories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112575743384787944?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112575743384787944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112575743384787944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112575743384787944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112575743384787944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-can-we-do.html' title='what can we do?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112571913795229218</id><published>2005-09-02T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T23:45:37.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and the toaster goes to...</title><content type='html'>a.d.d. has struck again, going to a conference over tired and caffinated was not such a great idea. so to all that were there who i annoyed, i'm very sorry. for all of those who i entertained, you're very welcome. for those of you who missed out, maybe some day i'll repeat it, you can count on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a side note, boi congrats on one life dream down, many many more to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112571913795229218?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112571913795229218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112571913795229218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112571913795229218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112571913795229218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-toaster-goes-to.html' title='and the toaster goes to...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112519131084497694</id><published>2005-08-27T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T21:08:30.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i finally figured it out</title><content type='html'>i've never really cared for toronto. i like the city, i like how you can get almost anything there, i love the culture, there are soo many things i love about toronto but i find it exhuasting to be there. i really don't think its the amount of people, or how nothing seems to stand still, i really love other cities where all this occurs. but today i figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turns out i find it exhausting to see all the people just asking for help. they are sitting there begging for help. whether it is monetary help they want, or they just want someone to listen. i find this exhausting. and i hope that does not sound like i think i'm above them all and i'm sick of hearing them, its quite the opposite. i feel useless, i can't give money to all of them, and this tears at my soul. i want to help, i have a need to help, but i don't know how i can help effectively. yes i could give the money i can, or i could donate my time to a shelter or what have you, but i have too many other commitments helping out other places that i don't see how i could fit it in too. i feel that anything i could do is just not enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when i look into the eyes of a person begging for money, i see a reflection of myself that i don't like. i see that i could be helping more, that i could be doing more, that i could be making more of a difference and in that i see dissapointment. when i look at the person sleeping on the street i see a child that someone has lost, i see a person who deserves more than anything to be loved, to be taken care of, and to have the opportunities that everyone should have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to sound like this is all about me, because its about them. they are the forgotten, they are the people that society tries to hide, they are the so called eyesores. but really they are just hurting. they really do deserve more, and i'm ashamed of what i have that i don't need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, i really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112519131084497694?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112519131084497694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112519131084497694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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going to happen. but i've been trying to wait patiently and i was just thinking a sweet deal would speed things up... apparently deal making still isn't effective in this way. so, here God, i'm waiting again. more patiently this time... hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i survived my 5 days at a cabin working. things went well, lots of relaxing and not doing much... really felt like a paid vacation most of the time. i went for a walk on the beach late one night, and i wish i took my camera, cause it was absolutely beautiful, cold but peaceful. now back to the grind of home... but oh how good it is to be home finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bickey, congrats on the forth coming events of your life, i wish we were closer and that i could congratulate you in person. i still love you like a sister loves her brother and completely wish that we were still best friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112493697185052582?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112493697185052582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112493697185052582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112493697185052582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112493697185052582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-more-deals-with-god.html' title='no more deals with God'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112450457533123107</id><published>2005-08-19T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:22:55.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on the road again....</title><content type='html'>after last weekends trip the last thing i want to do this weekend is drive far away and be away from my apartment for another night... but alas i have to go for work. so tomorrow jen, db and i take off for sauble beach. i will return on wednesday, so no new posts till then, unless i find an internet cafe out there.... or a stranger that will let me use their computer. so everyone, have a great week, i'll be thinking of you. and please pray for nice weather.... being couped up all weekend will not be a fun thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112450457533123107?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112450457533123107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112450457533123107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112450457533123107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112450457533123107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/08/on-road-again.html' title='on the road again....'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112438570493164620</id><published>2005-08-18T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T13:21:44.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all boxed in</title><content type='html'>i was chatting with a friend today and we realized how backwards living in a small town is. if i currently lived in a larger area i would be considered "normal". i know this is hard for many people to think that i would be the epitamy of "normal" but you can stretch the definition a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. if i lived in a larger city it would be "normal" and expected that at 23 i would be single, and not dating. i would be abnormal to be married with children at this age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.if i lived in a larger city my choice in clothing (aka my love for dumb t-shirts) would not only be "normal" but maybe even boring. if i wore clothes for one of the big chain stores that may be abnormal as everyone is trying to look so different that looking like someone else would be weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.if i lived in a larger city it would not be abnormal for me to have at least 2 jobs, and be going to school. since i have a job and am going to school (yes, again) in the fall, and thinking of volunteering i would be "normal". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.if i live in a larger city it would be "normal" to my non-christian friends that i don't want to party or sleep around and take part in the hickish things that only go on in a small town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i can be normal, but then i don't think i would want to be seen as normal in a city, nor be normal in a small town. really i just want to be me. so please people stop putting your idea of normal on me (and i'm not pointing fingers, just feeling pressured but small town living). and yes its funny that people always try to set me up (which has never even come close even materializing into a date) but really i'm just figuring it all out and waiting for God to mold me into who he wants me to be. and for this reason, i am not content, and learning, and enjoying all that is in front of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112438570493164620?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112438570493164620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112438570493164620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112438570493164620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112438570493164620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-boxed-in.html' title='all boxed in'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112433739241091622</id><published>2005-08-17T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:15:13.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>well, at least the outhouse was pink on the inside</title><content type='html'>so 1800km driving and 8hours spent on a train and a mind full of amazing memories. kim and i experienced a lot in 4 days and we covered a lot of ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived in sudbury thursday night just in time to make a trip to the townehouse for old time sake. it was great fun, we played some pool with only minor interuption from a group of tree planters. we were only going for an hour, but 3 hours later we dragged our butt back to todd's. we were up early the next day to start the next part of our trek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97828813@N00/34985160/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/34985160_226e516406_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="me and the nickel" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, you can't go to sudbury without a visit to the big nickel, so that's what kim and i did... and we got there just in time to not have to pay for parking!!!! a beautiful start to the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hours later we arrived in timmins, and had a quick stop at wal-mart for extra supplies... funny thing about this wal-mart was the amazing parking lot. lets just say if you drove over 10km/hr you were guarenteed to bottom out, and to make things better it was raining... and cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived in cochrane and weren't sure if my buddy mick knew we were coming, and after having to stop at a neighbour's house for directions we found mick and he was expecting us. mick had the most gorgeous trailer for us to stay in and a very very stinky outhouse, but at least it was pink on the inside. we spent a couple hours with mick that night drinking homemade wine and watching video's on caribou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 on the train to moosonee was a great morning. when we finally arrived in moosonee at 1pm noone was there to pick us up. that was half the fun. we stayed in the nicest b&amp;b, and we were the last guests ever because they were closing down. we walked all around moosonee in about 30min, and it was cold and rainy so we watched movies all day. i also had to call my mum for money because they didn't take visa anywhere... ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday morning we took a boat to james bay. it was specatacular, and we got to socialize with a whole bunch of old people! actually a lot of fun. we even saw a seal! we went to moosefactory on a bus tour and spend like 45min with this old lady in a teepee making bannock a tradition tea biscuit on the fire. we had like 3 hours to kill back in moosonee so we sat around and talked to a guy that was going camping on this little island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the trip home on the train we hung out with all our new friends and kim and i polished of a dinner and half each (i guess we were hungry). we ended up in the entertainment car with live music (a great lounge singer). we had such a great time. we talked to a couple people from moosefactory, one guy asked me if i was from moosonee because i looked familar... then he turns to me and says "hey i recognize you from the teepee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stayed in timmins sunday night with glen my old boss, we had a great time catching up. monday morning i awoke to vaccuming at 6:45am! apparently the caretaker likes to clean the halls early in the morning! glen made us some breakfast... well ginger tea and i sang him the birdie song and kim and i started to make the long 9 hour drive home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all a great trip! i'm exhausted and broke, and very satisfied with all the georgous scenery along the way! it was beyond beautiful up north, i would recommend you all take this trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112433739241091622?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112433739241091622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112433739241091622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112433739241091622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112433739241091622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-at-least-outhouse-was-pink-on.html' title='well, at least the outhouse was pink on the inside'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112379393691933513</id><published>2005-08-11T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T16:58:56.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just so you know i made it to lindsay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112372839843436497</id><published>2005-08-10T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T23:00:36.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>off to swim with polar bears</title><content type='html'>so tomorrow night at 4pm i'm heading off on my vacation for the summer. my friend kim and i are heading to mosoonee to explore the great north. it will be a quick trip with a lot of driving, but we are going to meet up with a lot of people along the way, so it should be fun. for those of you who care here is a loose iteneray of our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday &lt;br /&gt;4pm leave camborne&lt;br /&gt;5pm pick up kimmy in lindsay&lt;br /&gt;9pm arrive in subury to hang with meals and todd and the townehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;head to cochrane to swim with polar bears, hang with chimo and find some locals to hange with and a night in the trailer at micks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;8:30am on the train to moosonee&lt;br /&gt;1:00pm arrive in moosonee&lt;br /&gt;rest of day exploring moosonee and moosefactory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;hangout&lt;br /&gt;5pm train back to cochrane&lt;br /&gt;10pm head to timmins&lt;br /&gt;11:30pm glens in timmins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday &lt;br /&gt;head for home... who knows if we will make it that day, it may be an extended vacation.... yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over all we will be driving at least 24hrs of the 5 days away and travelling on train for 9hrs by train.  hmmm lots of time to talk with kimmy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112372839843436497?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112372839843436497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112372839843436497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112372839843436497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112372839843436497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/08/off-to-swim-with-polar-bears.html' title='off to swim with polar bears'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112364105379093647</id><published>2005-08-09T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T22:30:53.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the attack of the tomato horn worm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97828813@N00/32772721/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/32772721_04dc536daa_t.jpg" width="67" height="100" alt="Tomato%20Hornworm" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i looked out my window today and notice something a little different. there seemed to be many leaves missing from the top of the tomato plants. i went out for a closer look and realized that there was a servere infestation of those gross weird worms. les and i had spotted them a couple days earlier and i had poked one and it makes this really weird clicking noise.... scarey. in fact i believe les freaked out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you know me, you would know that not much grosses me out, but these worms give me the willies. but they were going to destroy the tomatoes, since there was like 10 of them. so i did what any person would do, i grabed an oven mitt and a pair of scissors and started cutting them off the bush.... but what to do with them? so i pilled them on my deck leaving the decision of what to do for a later time. after i had removed all i could see i had this small pile of really disgusting worms on my deck clicking away and bobbing their heads. i know people who squish them... but they seemed really juicey so i couldn't do that. so i got a bucket and i filled it with water and i attempted to drown them.  well those little suckers started fighting each other and bitting and there was gross green juice going everywhere!!  and they wouldn't die... like 3 finally kicked the bucket but the rest wouldn't die!!! eventually i took them to the forest and dumped them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst part of it is that i know they aren't all gone and that they are living outside my window!!  ewwww, save me... (officially acting like a girl right now, i'm so grossed out)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112364105379093647?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112364105379093647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112364105379093647' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112364105379093647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112364105379093647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/08/attack-of-tomato-horn-worm.html' title='the attack of the tomato horn worm'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112346677843399716</id><published>2005-08-07T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:06:18.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the basics</title><content type='html'>so i reread the caption under the title of this blog and realized i was way off track here. i'm suppose to be writting about those experiences in my day that are like hiccups, little mishaps that make life a little more interesting. so here goes, at least here i will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to a family reunion today. i know, i know, you are all thinking what a place for lots of mishaps. well this family reunion was special, see it was for my mother's, father's side of the family. i didn't even know that this side of my family existed until i was about 12 years old, and my papa passed when i was 16, so i haven't really seen a lot of that family. well in fact you may say i haven't seen any of that family... ever. well, my brother, sister-in-law and i were sitting around the picnic table when we realized were that one family, you know the one, the one family that shows up to a reunion and everyone is like "hey who are those people? are they really a part of our family, or are they just here for the food?" and if you know me your bets would be on the showing up for the food part. well lets just say at the end of the reunion i still didn't know anyones name, and i don't think i would recognize them if i ran into them on the street. so maybe it wasn't a reunion more like a meeting for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or right the hiccup. well this is the best part. we were reunioning at a water park so we were swimming. my nephew and i were on our way to the waterslides when the whistle was being blown in the kiddie pool. they had to get everyone out because apparently someone puked in the pool. well then i saw my brother and i told him what was up. well he started to laugh and he said "well are you sure it wasn't paige's poo that they kicked everyone out of the pool for?" so apparently my 2 year-old neice dropped a load right into the pool and it was shut down for the next 30min or so. displacing about 40 kids from their splash ground into the big pool. way to go paigie! when she does something she does it well, she must take after her aunt manda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112346677843399716?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112346677843399716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112346677843399716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112346677843399716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112346677843399716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-to-basics.html' title='back to the basics'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112339561066724118</id><published>2005-08-07T02:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T02:26:20.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>an ode to my dreads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97828813@N00/31868806/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="my dread" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/31868806_ffec41f874_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of you know that i have a love for dreadlocks. i loved my dreads, i miss my dreads and i want my dreads back. but, alas most of my close friends and coworkers have told me their incrediable hate for my dreads, not only do they not like dreads because they are seen as dirty and smelly, but some may think that i look horrible with them. but i love my dreads. i have gone back and forth on the issue of putting my dreads back in and even a month ago i had half my head in dreads that i removed again. but i have made a decision, in the fall of 2006 my dreads will be going back into my hair, and staying for a very, very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why would people think my dreads were gross, they got washed every week, if not more. if they started to smell i put airfreshner in them. if they got fuzzy i would shave them. if they started to fall out i waxed them. if they went flat because i slept on them too much i tied pipe cleaners to them so they would stand straight up. i cared for my dreads better than i care for my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted you all to know, that i miss my dreads, and i think about them everyday. and no this is not obsessive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112339561066724118?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112339561066724118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112339561066724118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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last months i have really come to realize what is important to me. the given is finding the man of my dreams and living happily ever after.... but what about where i want to be, what i want to be doing, and how am i going to do this all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if you would ask me where exactly i would like to live, it would be in some small community... and when i say small i mean a couple hundred people tops, with a couple small stores to get by with. hopefully this community would be pretty much in the middle of nowhere but maybe a larger town with in 1hrs drive, but i'm not too picky. my house would be beside a nice quiet lake, with woods surrounding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i say house i don't think i really mean house... i would like more of a cottage like dwelling i believe. not very big, a couple bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, a cold cellar, a living room and possibly a loft. i wouldn't want cable or a satellite, or a microwave. just the basics. i would love the house to run on wind and solar power and to be heated by a wood stove. i would have gardens all around the house and would save up the veggies and fruit and preserve it all for the winter. i want a nice porch that goes around most of the cottage with nice comfy chairs with lots of blankets to keep warm on fall evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if possible i wouldn't want to work, just work around the house, raising kids, bartering my eggs and veggies for things we need (cause did i mention i definitely want chickens). i would love to grind my own flour, and have lots of bee hives. but if i did have to work (which is most likely) i would want to work outdoors, work in the woods or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really i think i just want to go back to the pioneering days and just work the land and be happy with having the people you love surround you.... now its just going to be hard to figure out how to make this all happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112287657504916134</id><published>2005-08-01T01:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T02:09:35.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfect day</title><content type='html'>today started as one of those horrible, no good, rotten, very bad day's. i just felt lonely, like i had nothing really to look forward to, just a lazy day at home all alone. but i got up and went to church, my church which i normally don't do as of late, i'm more inclined to go to other churches to hide in the back. well i got to see so many people today that i love and it was unbelievable to see them and hug them. well i left church and i got that sinking feeling again like i didn't want to be all alone, sooo... i went and got some groceries, but i prayed along the way, i laid it on the line to God, like "dude, you got to send me someone today, anyone will do, i want company of some sort", i felt very confident that it would be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so i got home and sat on my couch (cause its my favourite place) and started to watch tv. then i heard the tell tale signs of my landlords coming home. but much to my surprise there was a little face at my door... my little angel had come to visit, so we sat on the couch (after we had gotten suckers, and water with star and stick ice cubes) just cilling out. my little angel told me stories about her weekend and shared a couple licks of her sucker. we had a great visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just before her visit came to an end i got a phone call, i was invited to a bbq with some friends. it was to start at 5pm and i didn't have to bring anything. and shortly after my phone call my mother showed up with a sign "will work for cookies" my great mom had come to help clean my apartment. i love her, we worked side by side and got my place spic and span in no time at all (she got two cookies for the great job she did),  just in time for me to shower and leave for my bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bbq was great, and after dinner we headed to the beach to watch shakespear in the park. like 9 of us hung out watching this play. then some of us rented a movie and headed back to my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think i was feeling lonely this morning and then i wasn't alone all day for more than 1hour. thankyou everyone who helped me get through today, and thanks to God who answered my little silly prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112287657504916134?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112287657504916134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>tonight i went on an outing with t. we took his sister and friend up to toronto to meet his other sister. mmmm dinner at the pickel barrel.... but really service could never be slower. it could possibly be partly because someone thought he came from pakastan when he was really from india. opps. but really does it take 30 mins to get our checks... i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latter on as the mall was closing t and i were walking by this sushi place and a guy was yelling out front...."closing sale, lousy sushi." well at least that was what i thought he was yelling but aparently it was "closing sale, yummy shushi" woh those accents sometimes throw me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112252490743558179?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112191348503061870</id><published>2005-07-20T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T22:38:05.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>puzzle perfection</title><content type='html'>there's nothing more satisfying then finishing a puzzle that has perplexed many for weeks.  YEAH TEAM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112191348503061870?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112191348503061870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112191348503061870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112191348503061870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112191348503061870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/07/puzzle-perfection.html' title='puzzle perfection'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112164118999777451</id><published>2005-07-17T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:59:50.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the things i learned this weekend</title><content type='html'>i had planned a weekend full of absolutely nothing... and then i had a real surprise.&lt;br /&gt;these are the things i learned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. if you don't make plans for yourself someone else will make them for you&lt;br /&gt;2. the good movies are always on when you actually have somewhere to be, or the satellite dish will be out.&lt;br /&gt;3. kids will always find you where you are and want to play for hours, just when you thought you were going to have a nap.&lt;br /&gt;4. after a long sunny spell the sun will always hide when you are just about to tan.&lt;br /&gt;5. when you have no plans, except for one important one that takes about 1/2 hour you can be guaranteed someone will call with plans that you would love to be included in that would last the whole day overlapping these important short plans.&lt;br /&gt;6. someone you haven't see in weeks will show up and want to spend time with you which is ok, but you really had your heart on a bag of popcorn and a front row seat on your couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. all those little important things that you set aside time for (ie) writing letters, reading a book) will fall along the way side and forgotten for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time i want nothing to do all weekend... i'm going far far away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112164118999777451?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112164118999777451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112164118999777451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112164118999777451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112164118999777451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/07/things-i-learned-this-weekend.html' title='the things i learned this weekend'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112126701712015923</id><published>2005-07-13T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T11:03:37.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my pet frog</title><content type='html'>i caught a frog the other night at work, he's a cute little frog. he's just a baby, but i'm afraid that he isn't eating so what to do? let him die in captivity or set him free? well i'm going for setting him free... i'm sad because i have always wanted a pet frog but i don't want to hurt him. i love my frog too much to hurt him. little freddie deserves a chance at life, not captivity... oh i'm sad but i'm sure i'll get over it some day.  now if i got a frog from a store that was bred for captivity i would know what to feed him, and he would be use to store food and not know what to get in the wild... so maybe that's what i'll do is get one that is bred for captivity... i'm not really sure if i like ones that a bred for captivity, but then again i do want my pet, someone to always be here, someone to love.... and in the winter when bunny bunny comes to live with me they can be friends and we will be a happy family, well some what of a family, but i'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh on a side note to the face in the crowd, i actually counted the right number of potatoes the other night, i'm pretty sure you jinx my counting abilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112126701712015923?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112126701712015923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112126701712015923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112126701712015923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112126701712015923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-pet-frog.html' title='my pet frog'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112105453463030914</id><published>2005-07-10T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T00:02:14.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i am part of a harem</title><content type='html'>what a wedding!!! i must say mexican weddings have got to be one of my favourite types of weddings. the bride - wearing a beautifully simple dress- was beautiful beyond words. the ceremony (outside) was short and sweet. the reception was fun and the wine plenty. the dance, well the dj didn't have to work to get people up to dance. we danced all night. it was so much fun, and the best fun of the night was that my friend lesley and i shared a date. and then another girl joined in and we started a harem. the lucky man is very handsome and fun to be with, we all danced up a storm, and the laughs were plenty. and the best part is that lesley and i are fighting over this particular guy and we will be ending our friendship over him.... and by the way les, he's mine!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112105453463030914?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112105453463030914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112105453463030914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112105453463030914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112105453463030914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-part-of-harem.html' title='i am part of a harem'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112087719316153718</id><published>2005-07-08T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T22:46:33.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>car trips are draining</title><content type='html'>i've spent many many more hours in vehicles this last week then i have in a long long time.  my butt is numb and i'm getting a trucker belly from all the greasy spoons. even though i just sat all day, why am i so tired? where does my energy go? can i get that energy back? how do truckers survive? why does 5am come so soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to a wedding tomorrow!! i'm really excited because, i may get to dance, i'm also excited because i'll actually get to hang out with my friends. but mostly i'm happy about the cake... i like cake.... just ask larry's family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112087719316153718?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112087719316153718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112087719316153718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112087719316153718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112087719316153718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/07/car-trips-are-draining.html' title='car trips are draining'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-112018960995419844</id><published>2005-06-30T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:46:49.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and then the chair ate her</title><content type='html'>well, nothing like a couple of relaxing days away at the cottage to make the world seem like a better place.  it was a great time, so nice not to have a tv, a computer or running water to take up your time. well running water could have been useful but i guess not completely necessary.  i'm a woodsy girl i can deal with outhouses and days with out showers. i loved fishing, or really just helping other's fish... if i could count the number of times i heard "amanda can you get this fish off my line" at one point i stopped and looked at my outfit.  i was wearing a nice black skirt with a nice tank top, ripping worms in half and taking numerous fishies off of hooks... i turned to my friend and said "one day i'm going to make some guy really happy" really what guy wouldn't want a girl who could be all dressed up and have no problem getting a little dirty?  really where are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-112018960995419844?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/112018960995419844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=112018960995419844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112018960995419844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/112018960995419844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-then-chair-ate-her.html' title='and then the chair ate her'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111950122988090555</id><published>2005-06-23T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T00:33:49.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>inventions</title><content type='html'>i hear so many people say... "hey i think this would be a great invention"  but they never do anything about it. for years everyone was like if your romote had a beeper then if you lost it, you could find it easly.... well i've gone and done it... my romote control, one of four, the most important one of four has mysteriously gone missing.... i can't find it anywhere. its so frustrating. i know i shouldn't be lazy i just have to go to the reciever and change the channel, but it makes it hard to plan what i have to tape becuase i can't see what's coming on later because i don't have my romote.  if i had $5 i would pay you to come and find my romote!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111950122988090555?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111950122988090555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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becomes redundant...</title><content type='html'>working tonight my coworker and i were full of energy, but we felt like we needed a treat.... so what do you think we decided on? coffee of course! well if we weren't already doing cartwheels and laughing our butts off we then had this extra jolt of caffine to add to it all... not very bright, so for the rest of the evening we spent time extra caffininated, it was very amusing, especially when my coworker took to taking giant leaps everywhere he went... very amusing indeed.... but i'm not sure if this chain of events would have happened without the caffine, i'm pretty sure the coffee this evening was redundant.... but now i need to go for a run or something to get rid of this excess energy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111948917233500797?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111939374239515398</id><published>2005-06-21T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T18:42:22.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the best thing about summer</title><content type='html'>you can wake up freezing in an ice cold enviroment and then remove the shapeless huge sweater as you leave the building making you look 100 times sexier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111939374239515398?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111939374239515398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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all</title><content type='html'>this past weekend i helped two of my friends prepare for their lovely wedding.  i helped decorate the church, and on the day of the wedding i helped decorated the hall.  i'm so happy for this couple, they had the sweetest ceremony (you can tell it was really good because i cried, and it takes a lot for me to cry at a wedding). the bride look more beautiful than words, the groom was just smitten with his bride, and everyone had the most amazing time. but i have started to think that the stress of getting to that point may be more than its worth. having people in tears at various points during the process, or having things not turn out exactly how you want puts a lot of stress on not only the bride and groom but on the families involved and also the friends too.  the people attending the wedding usually have no idea of the problems that may or may not have occured but the pressure on the bride is termendous. this is not the first wedding i've helped with, i witnessed my sister in tears many many times in the days before the wedding.  as much as i think i want to get married i'm not sure if i would want this kind of stress. maybe i'll just hire a wedding planner and then i just tell her what i want and let them worry about it, or maybe i'll just elope like i've always said. i would rather be totally relaxed in the days leading to my wedding... i think.... or would i feel cheated that i didn't get the whole stressful package?  i suppose it really doesn't matter either way when i haven't mastered finding someone to date yet.... its all about those baby steps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111939364290087924?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111939364290087924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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often the solution to... what was i saying?</title><content type='html'>so i was focused at one point, and then i easily become distracted but that's ok. i have realized i can no longer focus on living up to societies ideas anymore...  really i don't conform to any of their ideas in most areas so why would i think i could live up to them in other areas. really if i can't follow the rules for appropriate excetion of gases how do i expect to live up to the standard married by 30 kids by 35? so i'm now focusing on doing the exact opposite so i'm going to hold off on getting married until i'm at least 65 and maybe i'll have kids by the time i'm 80 that way i'll have lots of money and time to spend with them. plus kids always like their grandparents better so if i'm the age of "normal" grandparents, they might like me more.... hmmm this sounds like a great plan... also instead of getting a career i'm going to focus on being unemployed as much as possible so that i have a lot of free time to sit on my couch and buy scratch tickets... see its all about focusing on the right things, life is only going to get better now that i have these new goals to focus on... and in my spare time i can event and perfect helmets for squeeeeerils so that they don't end up brain dead.... life is great!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111880340645472324?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111880340645472324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111880340645472324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111880340645472324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111880340645472324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/06/refocusing-is-often-solution-to-what.html' title='refocusing is often the solution to... what was i saying?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111811883214808797</id><published>2005-06-07T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T00:33:52.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stalker, i am not</title><content type='html'>the correct definition of stalker is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stalker v. tr.&lt;br /&gt;To follow or observe (a person) persistently, especially out of obsession or derangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing as persistently usually makes reference to more than one secluded occasion, and that there is absolutely no obsession of derangement. although some may argue the point of my derangement but seeing as i do not have a hidden stash of pictures or a shrine it would be safe to say i'm not obessive, derangement may just be a point of arguement. so since i don't exhibit 2 of the 3 signs it wasn't stalking.  it wasn't even close to being a stalking, thus i am not a stalker. today was a one off boi so shut it... i am not a stalker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111811883214808797?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111811883214808797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111811883214808797' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111811883214808797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111811883214808797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/06/stalker-i-am-not.html' title='stalker, i am not'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111811114263294363</id><published>2005-06-06T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T22:25:42.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the best things about summer...</title><content type='html'>you can buy a coffee, put it in your car, forget you have it and two hours later still have a pipping hot coffee! oh how i love summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111811114263294363?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111811114263294363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111811114263294363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111811114263294363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111811114263294363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/06/best-things-about-summer.html' title='the best things about summer...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111792347014603754</id><published>2005-06-04T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T18:17:50.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4am and i'm running?</title><content type='html'>so i did the walk for the cure last night. this is a 12 hour relay race... or not really race but just walk.  i had to work until 11pm so i arrived late but my team was gracious enough to allow me to do this.  i was dying at work earlier and didn't think i would last until midnight.  but i got into the swing of things and before we knew it, it was 3am... a lot of people were starting to drop off... but me, no way, i just wanted to run... it didn't hurt when i was running, just when i stopped... where did all that energy come from? its a mystery that's for sure.  but by 6am i was toast, barely able to place one foot infront of the other... i guess my price to pay. my hips and legs hurt now but i have gotten a fairly good sleep and i'm ready to go!!! yeah out for an evening of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111792347014603754?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111792347014603754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111792347014603754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111792347014603754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111792347014603754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/06/4am-and-im-running.html' title='4am and i&apos;m running?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111773274282309330</id><published>2005-06-02T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T13:19:02.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how does one decide</title><content type='html'>how does one decide if the positives actually do out weigh the negatives to one certain situation? like if the far fetched idea would actually but a feezable idea... or that if you took one huge leap of faith that you wouldn't be completely crushed ifyou gave everything up to find that your plan would go completely sour... and how would one go about picking up those pieces... why must these difficult decisions always seem to make it easier to stay in the same rut that you have always been in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111773274282309330?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111773274282309330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111773274282309330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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where are the good laughs and the laid back attitudes? i think really i just dont' belong here any more... i miss caring about the real things in life.  i miss the idea's and opinions and the things that i was completly interested in in highschool... how did i ever become so passive? where did my passions go? if this is growing up, i'm defiently stopping, that's it tomorrow i'm going to revert back to my old self... you will notice, i'm sure... or maybe you won't...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111742595207661787?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111742595207661787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111742595207661787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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things in an employee.... 1) they would like someone with at least 5 years experience, or 2) they want young blood straight from school with unbelievably specific training.... so it seems i'm up the creek either way...  please where are all the jobs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111716403312456905?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111716403312456905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111716403312456905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111716403312456905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111716403312456905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/05/where-are-jobs.html' title='where are the jobs?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111696678527549655</id><published>2005-05-24T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T16:33:56.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back in canada.... sadly</title><content type='html'>so i made it home yesterday... i'm a little sad, i really wanted to stay a little longer. it turns out the girl in belfast wasn't murdered... she just died mysteriously apparently. my last week in ireland was great fun, no dates with an irish guy, but lots of fun hanging out with relatives. if i had a choice i would find a job there, maybe i'll look for one. i'm exhausted from the travelling and the time difference and i'm having a hard time dealing with the lack of greasey, startchy foods. i'm sure my stomach will adjust sometime soon. my welcome home was great... a limo ride from lesley... you can say that an sunfire is like a limo when you see the size of cars in ireland, a great big beautiful sign from the family upstairs, and a fridge full of food from my mum... life is great!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now work tomorrow... oh sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111696678527549655?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111696678527549655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111696678527549655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111696678527549655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111696678527549655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/05/back-in-canada-sadly.html' title='back in canada.... sadly'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111625311096374588</id><published>2005-05-16T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T10:18:30.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, here's a real post</title><content type='html'>so, i was at the hostel but couldn't check in for a couple hours so i went on a bus tour... much fun, the youngest by quite a few years.  i was suppose to stay in belfast over night, but a slight incident at another hostel has prompted me to go back to the relatives instead.... seems that a girl was murdered last night... but do not worry i am ok, safe and secure.  I just finished a bus tour of the city it was very educating... they are putting a big empahsis on peace here and its great to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to catch up on the last week of events.  I went out to the aran island of inishere... it was beautiful... gorgeous views of the main land and not very many people.  there were rock walls everywhere i mean everywhere.  so i spent two days on the island and had a great time with some guys from dublin... they were at least 20 years my senior but they were a blast. they took me out for dinner on the island... lets just say an island of 300people doesn't have very fancy dinning... pull up a stooll to the bar and that's as gourmet as its going to get.  thursday morning i had to leave at 8am for the main land and i was looking forward to a grueling 8hour day of travel... sick! but my thank heavens i ran into a nice canadian girl and she was travelling the same way. we spent the whole day together laughing our butts off.... thank goodness, and we did some impulse shopping... i can't wait to show everyone my nice new irish hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i spent time meeting new relatives... it was a great day!!! so many happy people, so many people to remember, i'll be seeing them all this friday at a wedding party!! it should be a grand event.  more people are making their way in, in a couple nights that i get to meet... fun times.  some of my relatives are trying to set me up with a nice irish guy for the wedding... or maybe even a date... who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, everyone calm down all is good here on my end... i miss you all, and will be home in a week... which makes me a little sad.... i'm having such a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111625311096374588?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111625311096374588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111625311096374588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111625311096374588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111625311096374588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok-heres-real-post.html' title='ok, here&apos;s a real post'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111623900430902128</id><published>2005-05-16T06:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T06:23:24.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so, so, sorry this has taken so long to repost ,and the computer i'm on won't let me write anything besides a title, i'll get on another computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111623900430902128?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111623900430902128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111623900430902128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111623900430902128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111623900430902128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-so-so-sorry-this-has-taken-so-long.html' title='i&apos;m so, so, sorry this has taken so long to repost ,and the computer i&apos;m on won&apos;t let me write anything besides a title, i&apos;ll get on another computer'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111565825542170075</id><published>2005-05-09T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:04:15.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one hour sleep never a good idea.</title><content type='html'>so, i travelled from rathdrum on the east coast to galway on the west coast.  it was a lovely bus ride, and really quite cheap in comparison to canada. but i have decided that travelling on only one hour of sleep is not too much fun... remembering for future reference. and if you are wondering about the one hour sleep i'll continue to let you wonder, travelling is fun!  i'm in a hostel over here for tonight and then i'm off to a little island for two nights... i'm not sure if they have internet available over there so you may be with out me for a couple days... you can manage i'm sure. don't worry, i'm not and take care of your selves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111565825542170075?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111565825542170075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111565825542170075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111565825542170075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111565825542170075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-hour-sleep-never-good-idea.html' title='one hour sleep never a good idea.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111557229191624773</id><published>2005-05-08T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T13:11:31.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and then i went splat...</title><content type='html'>so, yesterday after the grooling bike ride and after i posted here, i got talking to the owner of this internet place... he offered to take me out to a real irish pub for some pints. the only catch we couldn't leave until after 10pm.  but i made it, the music, the atmosphere was great!!!  it was so funny, everyone there was drinking bud... oh my.  i got back to the hostel really late but we made plans to take off at 7:30 the next morning so i could see all the good sites.  it was amazing, we went all across the country side... i saw backroads that i didn't think you could fit one car down. i saw the sally gap, these group of mountains with a lake in the valley it was beautiful.  but we had to cross a little rough ground before we could get to view the lake, well, i was wearing my flipflops cause i like them, and it was a little muddy and that's right i slipped and fell on my butt, and i was covered in mud for the rest of the day.  i was soaking wet... but to most this would be a surprise that i would fall... oh my life.   but i trucked on, we made our way to  glendalough to see a lake that i missed yesterday... and i'm glad i got to go back,  its sooo beautiful here.  we carried on to see a big rock that use to be in western ireland but now is here in easteran ireland on the top of this huge hill.... the view was amazing you could see for miles.  then we went to the coast to the irish sea. the sea was very peacful. then a sort trip to the store, i waited in the car due to my clothes, and then we went to the meeting of the waters. all in all i got to see a lot of the area that most people don't yeah for meetin locals.  after a short lunch and making friends with some fellow hostler's from poland i had a well desereved nap, then off for some hiking in a magnificent forest... what a great day.  i must look hungry or something, i stopped for coffee and piece of cake, and the chef then brought me out another piece for free... or maybe its just because i'm hot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111547959264322378</id><published>2005-05-07T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T11:26:32.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wait a minute</title><content type='html'>so, i went out on a cycling adventure today... i didn't really want to but i thought i should get my butt into gear.  i rented a bike... no helmets to be rented, oh my, so i set out anyways.  i was headed to a small place called glendalough, the home of an acinet monastric settlement.  the ride would be over 16km.... and after 2km i thought i was going to die... i'm not in shape, and i'm riding on a narrow, twisty, no where to go road.  but i made it all the way and back.  and glendalough was worth it... it was sooo beautiful in the valley between some mountians.  it was breath taking thats for sure.  well, it only rained a couple times on my ride in... but the sun was shinning the rest of the time.  at one point while i was at glendalough it started to hail, and then cleared and there was beautiful sun shine, and hot weather.... it just goes to show... if you don't like the weather... wait a minute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111547959264322378?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111547959264322378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111547959264322378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111547959264322378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111547959264322378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/05/wait-minute.html' title='wait a minute'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111539552749030260</id><published>2005-05-06T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T12:05:27.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the adventure begins.</title><content type='html'>so, today i took off on my own.... all alone, no one with me... don't worry mum, i'm safe and sound.  i've made the trip to rathdrum on train and found my hostle and i'm renting a bike for tomorrow to go cycling.  so all is well.  and those of you rooting for the boys, i met some fine looking ones today.  its a long story, but they ended up sitting with me on the train, even though there were many other available seats... and no i didn't invite them.  two cuties from swedan... travelling with their dad.  very nice people indeed... next year i'm going to swedan!!!  so for the next three days i'll be staying in rathdrum and then i'm making my way across the country to galway for a night and tuesday i'll be staying on a island for 2 nights and hopefully i'll be home in nothern ireland by thursday night to do some laundry.  so all is good here, we are having a wee bit of rain, and its a wee bit cold.... but all is good!&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111539552749030260?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111520985372781293</id><published>2005-05-04T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T08:30:53.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm really here!</title><content type='html'>ok, so i'm in ireland... hard to believe, sometimes i just think i'm still in canada with people that have accents, but not the case.  i arrived safetly without much problem. so yeah, transat is discounted for a reason, i had to pay for the headphones and for the drinks... my only saviour was the fact that there was one empty seat on the plane and it was next to me!!! the luck of the irish i guess... i met some nice people on the plane who going home for a visit.  i was lifted at the airpot without a problem, but this driving on the opposite side of the road is a little confusing. my family is great, very welcoming.  my one cousin gillian and i have made plans to go to the coast in the last couple days i'm here. i'm also going to a wee wedding... hehehe they say wee and i all the time. i'm very excited to be here, and i'm excited to start off on my own, but also a bit nervous. tomorrow i'm meeting a girl from the states and possibly we may backpack for a bit together.  who knows. yesterday i had the pleasure of haning out with my hosts bessie, and jim's grandkids.  they were very cute.  we took two of them for a walk (3 miles) and i got to see some of the country side. i also had a wee nap... very refreshing but i was up late and poor bessie i think see was tired and she stayed up with me. so far so good.  not very home sick although i do miss everyone and i miss having my computer at my disposal.  so tonight i will finish planning and tomorrow i may be off for my first little excursion. tonight i also get to meet more relatives, and jim and bessie's daughter and her husband and wee one are coming for tea (supper).  it should be a fun night.  it rained yesterday for the afternoon but the morning was down right hot. today is sunny but cold... it suppose to rain this weekend... yeah!  later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111520985372781293?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111520985372781293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111520985372781293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111520985372781293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111520985372781293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-really-here.html' title='i&apos;m really here!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111497327805506155</id><published>2005-05-01T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T14:47:58.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, i'm gone</title><content type='html'>i'm leaving tonight at 11:30pm on a flight to ireland, i won't be back for like three weeks.  i'll try to keep all you that are concerned updated fairly regularly... but don't be alarmend if i don't post very often.  don't worry i'll be fine, and if last night was any indication i'm in for a great trip... later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111497327805506155?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111497327805506155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111497327805506155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111497327805506155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111497327805506155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok-im-gone.html' title='ok, i&apos;m gone'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111478236857424221</id><published>2005-04-29T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T09:46:08.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>note of whats to come</title><content type='html'>just so everyone that reads this blog is aware, i will be leaving for ireland on sunday.  so officially this site will be updated when i get a chance with info from my trip. for instance i may inform you all that i am alive in well... disapointing to some, exciting for others.  but really this site may actually have interesting blogs in it for once...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111478236857424221?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111478236857424221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111478236857424221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111478236857424221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111478236857424221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/04/note-of-whats-to-come.html' title='note of whats to come'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111475035010138696</id><published>2005-04-29T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T00:52:30.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>which way please</title><content type='html'>today i sat contemplating many things. one question that keeps me occupied in thought is, are our destinies predetermined? or do the choices we make everyday alter the rest of our destiny? we have free choice and will, and some will argue that God ultimately knows what we will choose thus our destiny would be predetermined, but what about changing our minds? was the original decision the right one, or the second one, or maybe when we switched back? if i choose something really bizarre tomorrow, out of character even for me, would that have been predetermined, like if i decided to buy a cowboy hat... not likely to happen but i could decide that i'm sure? not too sure... and i would really like the chance to treat life like one of those choose your own story story books, where you can cheat and read all possible outcomes and then decide the one you like the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111475035010138696?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111475035010138696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111475035010138696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111475035010138696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111475035010138696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/04/which-way-please.html' title='which way please'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111447967188355986</id><published>2005-04-25T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T00:40:19.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>once again cobourg is dumb</title><content type='html'>so a big plastic factory in my town went up in flames today. spreading tons of toxic gas into our atmosphere, our breathing air and the air of many towns east of our town. for those of you that don't know our town of cobourg is neighboured by port hope which has a huge uranium plant. for all of our safety we should have a very precise and effective evacuation plan ready to go. in the case of a disaster like this the town should snap into action and have everyone evacuated to safety. i could see the flames from the fire from 15 km away and i could see the smoke from even further away, a big pillar of jet black smoke. it looked as though we had a nuclear bomb go off in the middle of town. even the average joe would know how toxic the smoke would be. some not all but some of the neighbouring schools were evacuated, some but not all of the neighbouring business's were evacuated, and some but not all of the roads were closed that neighboured this factory were closed, and one section of houses were evacuated but only a small fraction of those that should have been. it is now 7 hours after the start of the fire and my fair town is still deciding if it should evacuate. this should have been decided in the first 20 mins of the fire. we are playing with peoples lives... people are trusting the cobourg officials to make decisions for their safety. plastic fumes are some of the most toxic fumes out there, and the cobourg officials have let people live in these conditions for hours. a carbon monoixide alarm went off at work and one of the employee's took it outside to see where the safer place would be and outside it had a reading of 600... this is far beyond dangerous. i really hope that the town of cobourg is ready to deal with the fall out because of this. guarenteed there are going to be many health issues stemming from this fire and i hope that cobourg is ready to compensate for these health issues. i had to go into town and i could smell the fumes when i entered town and i was upwind from the factory, soon after entering town i got a major headache, and i was only there for a short period of time. i'm sorry for all those people who live on the wrong side of the fire, and i'm especially feeling sorry for those who no choice but to stay in the effected area (ie brookside inmates, elderly). and i definitely feel sorry for those who are now out of a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111447967188355986?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111447967188355986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111447967188355986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111447967188355986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111447967188355986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/04/once-again-cobourg-is-dumb.html' title='once again cobourg is dumb'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111413282119396678</id><published>2005-04-21T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:20:21.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>worstest day ever...</title><content type='html'>so, i travelled to see my good friend meals before she heads back to sudbury. she made me this awsome great dinner... mmm chicken.... mmm cauliflower.... good stuff. so we decided that the best thing to do was go shopping, so we headed out to vaughan mills mall for some serious shopping. so we're driving along in jaun (my sunfire), minding our own business, stopped at a light (cause that's what we do here) and out of no where a huge lexus suv decides that it likes my car so much (sunfire jealousy is very serious i hear) that the suv decided to kiss my car really really hard.  much to my surprise not all kisses are good.  my poor little sunfire's butt got pushed right in, and now one of its door just doesn't feel up to opening anymore, but do not worry my trunk is making up for it by refusing to close.  stupid suv didn't even have a stratch on it.... but i least i know my car attracts rich people, from texas. after a short trip to the shopping centre we like to call collision central and much harassment from hairy, scuzzy, short, drunken tow truck drivers we made it back to meals apartment.... with our trunk flapping in the breeze.  now i have a $500 deductable to look forward to, and 4 recently purcahsed out of 6 beverages now soaking into my trunk... i think this has been the best hiccup as of late... now for a night out... walking... poor poor jaun needs a little time to recoup after his lovefest. and don't worry meals and i are only suffering from a minor to mediocore case of whiplash... i will survive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111413282119396678?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111413282119396678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111413282119396678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111413282119396678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111413282119396678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/04/worstest-day-ever.html' title='worstest day ever...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111401901609115178</id><published>2005-04-20T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T13:43:36.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>greatest day ever!</title><content type='html'>so today was my last day of work... well one of two jobs. i was sad to go, but excited that i only have to work one job from now on. no more doubles!!! last days are always fun, you get to slack off, and you don't care what you do against the rules cause hey, you won't work there in a couple hours. to top it all off a very cute merchandiser hit on me... that was great. today is my last double for a long time... and i'm actually looking forward to doing it. on a more fun note, i got my first rejection letter... apparently if you don't finish the application process to ryerson university they won't let you in... i think i knew that but i had to check for sure, sometimes they lie. now i'm just waiting for the two other rejection letters that i'm sure are to follow... note to self stop applying to school's and then changing your mind. someday i'll be more decisive.... i wonder when that will be? maybe today... oh wait nope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111401901609115178?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111401901609115178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111401901609115178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111401901609115178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111401901609115178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/04/greatest-day-ever.html' title='greatest day ever!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111385340677387928</id><published>2005-04-18T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T15:43:26.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where does money go?</title><content type='html'>i'm almost certain there is a black hole sucking my money out of my bank account... does anyone know how to fix it? on a more positive note, i have started having nightmere's about travelling alone... are there still people trying to take over old castles in ireland... cause there were in my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111385340677387928?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111385340677387928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111385340677387928' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111385340677387928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111385340677387928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/04/where-does-money-go.html' title='where does money go?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111376850071235862</id><published>2005-04-17T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:08:20.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one angry dwarf</title><content type='html'>i love my close friends, they are there for me when ever i need them... good or bad.  most of the time you know you can count on those people who are really close to you.  i'm really blessed with other great friends that i'm not so close to.  i have a lot of people who i may not see for a long time and i know i can count on them. i called one of these friends the other night to help me move a piano, and he was soo great.  he not only said for sure that he would help me, but he also inlisted 3 more of our friends (some of which i never see anymore) to come and help out. i guess sometimes i don't stop to think about how lucky i am.  i complain about being bored or that i don't have the things i want, or that i'm sick of not having a boyfriend... but i shouldn't really be thinking of those things i should be sitting there thinking of how lucky i am to have so many people in my life that love and care about me.... and now i have my piano, so how could i ever be bored again?  so thankyou to all my everyday friends, and thankyou to those friends who i lose contact with but every once in a while get to enjoy the full benifits of great friendship!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111376850071235862?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111376850071235862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111376850071235862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111376850071235862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111376850071235862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/04/one-angry-dwarf.html' title='one angry dwarf'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111359966009498851</id><published>2005-04-15T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T17:14:20.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and a thankyou to leering man</title><content type='html'>today i learned a couple things... first, don't stress at a job that you are going to be quiting in like a week. second, you can work with an exboyfriend's new girlfriend as long as you keep your distance, but i may be hard to pass on messages to her. and thirdly, the new person will always show up early and make the fact that you are five minutes late again really, really obvious... which brings us back to the frist thing i learned, don't stress at a job that you are going to be quiting in like a week. and a big thankyou to the leering man who didn't leer today... hey leering man are you reading this site or are did someone finally clue you into the better practices of picking up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111359966009498851?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111359966009498851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111359966009498851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111359966009498851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111359966009498851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-thankyou-to-leering-man.html' title='and a thankyou to leering man'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111348706120270549</id><published>2005-04-14T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T09:57:41.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>caffeine can't be my friend anymore</title><content type='html'>last night was a rough night at work, i was soo tired and feeling like crap on a stick. so, one staff was going out to timmy's and picked me up a cup of coffee which i was ever so grateful for. well i drank the coffee and had taken my last round of cold and sinus hoping to regain some normal feeling to finish the night of work... do you think that happened? no. it didn't. i left work 1 hour early cause i felt like crap, this was 2hours after the coffee. but once i got home it hit me... all of a sudden my nose felt clear and i was wide awake... the caffeine had kicked in. so i'm up talking to my brother on the phone till midnight and i thought now i can sleep. then my friend phones me and we chat until 2am, and for sure now i could sleep, but no. then i tried on the entire contents of my closet (what was i thinking with some of these clothes) but i still wasn't tired... so i finally took some nyquill in hopes that would lull me to sleep, which it did at 4am. and do you think i slept in this morning? nope... go figure.... naps are a must today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111348706120270549?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111348706120270549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111348706120270549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111348706120270549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111348706120270549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/04/caffeine-cant-be-my-friend-anymore.html' title='caffeine can&apos;t be my friend anymore'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTRv3rrVREk/Srtl0vG-R6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kKhiHB9n5U/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11888299.post-111344568349735860</id><published>2005-04-13T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T22:28:03.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>first contact...</title><content type='html'>i recieved an email today from my relative in ireland... so excited to hear from them.  i wrote them a letter last week to talk to them about me coming on may 1st.  it will be sooo much fun to think in 18 days i'll be leaving for ireland for 3 weeks, and i have no official plans.  all i know is that someone will pick me up from the airport and that i will have a place to sleep for a couple nights at least. i'm a little nervous travelling alone for the first time, no more safety net... but then its exciting cause i get to go and do as i please without anyone to answer to. yeah! can't wait... now if i could only get rid of this cold....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11888299-111344568349735860?l=chronichiccup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/feeds/111344568349735860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11888299&amp;postID=111344568349735860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111344568349735860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11888299/posts/default/111344568349735860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronichiccup.blogspot.com/2005/04/first-contact.html' title='first contact...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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