<?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-4051442</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:12:16.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mari was here</title><subtitle type='html'>The diary of Mari: SCAdian, Garber, Mother, Wife and Spiritualist.  </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.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-4051442.post-114740695925340486</id><published>2006-05-11T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:09:19.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday, May 03, 2006Mother's SalaryA recent Reuters story reports "A full-time stay-at-home mother would earn $134,121 a year if paid for all her work, an amount similar to a top U.S. ad executive, a marketing director or a judge, according to a study released on Wednesday. A mother who works outside the home would earn an extra $85,876 annually on top of her actual wages for the work she does</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/114740695925340486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=114740695925340486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/114740695925340486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/114740695925340486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2006/05/wednesday-may-03-2006-mothers-salary.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-114337052247470260</id><published>2006-03-26T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T03:05:26.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kimberly Guilfoyle, from the Fox's crime show "The Lineup" is working my last nerve.Today she starts her show with "starteling new revelations in the Natalie Holloway case"... it turns out to be more speculation about how Natalie might have overdosed, etc... the first guest on the show is Natalie's father and Guilfoyle has the nerve to try to distance herself from the show's overhyped intro by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/114337052247470260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=114337052247470260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/114337052247470260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/114337052247470260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2006/03/kimberly-guilfoyle-from-foxs-crime.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-114275754710126107</id><published>2006-03-19T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:39:07.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Angry, the Righteous, and the Result Every once in a while I am reminded of something I perceived years ago during my study of modern Pagan beliefs and expression. I look around at the various "types" of Pagans that exist - the "arch-types" of Pagan people.There's what I call the ritualized hippy. This Pagan is basically a happy-go-lucky, Earth-conscious, tree-hugging hippy-type person who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/114275754710126107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=114275754710126107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/114275754710126107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/114275754710126107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2006/03/angry-righteous-and-result-every-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-114251293960079581</id><published>2006-03-16T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T04:43:25.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Month's worth of updates here: This blog is cut and past from my new one.  The links don't make the cut and paste, so go here  if you'd like to see the new blog. Things always get worse first It is known - things always get worse before they get better.The question is - does one have the strength to make it through to the other side?Do the Iraqis have the strength, determination, and sense of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/114251293960079581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=114251293960079581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/114251293960079581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/114251293960079581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2006/03/months-worth-of-updates-here-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-113997675334405755</id><published>2006-02-14T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:12:33.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My next tattoo!!! I'm so excited I had to post because... well, because who the heck else would I tell?I figured out what my next tattoo is going to be!!It's pele, holding up a lehua blossom above her head, but she is in the body of a phoenix, with her hair entertwining with the phoenix's feathers.I want to put it above the one I already have (that's in the small of my back) and maybe colour in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/113997675334405755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=113997675334405755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/113997675334405755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/113997675334405755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-next-tattoo-im-so-excited-i-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-113916355532926432</id><published>2006-02-05T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T10:20:36.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tom Toles, Christian Amanpour, and can I be a journalist after all this?Let's start with Tom Toles. Oh lordy. Lordy, lordy.http://www.ucomics.com/tomtoles/2006/01/29/Hmm. For the first time in history, the Joint Chiefs of Staff responded with a letter to which they all put their signatures... a scathing reprimand to Mister Toles for his callousness. Ironically of course, that's the very thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/113916355532926432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=113916355532926432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/113916355532926432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/113916355532926432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2006/02/tom-toles-christian-amanpour-and-can-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-113911400908740717</id><published>2006-02-04T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T20:33:29.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are we doing any good over here, and why are we still here?I've been asked this several times now, and figured probably not for the last time, so I'll address this in my blog.  I preface this with the explanation that I am a computer person, and female.  I don't go outside the wire.  However, I do listen every day to those that do.  I hear their stories - unedited, uncensored.  I read the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/113911400908740717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=113911400908740717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/113911400908740717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/113911400908740717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2006/02/are-we-doing-any-good-over-here-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-113855702737429402</id><published>2006-01-29T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T09:50:27.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm very tired.  I told myself I was going to stop work early today then realized how crazy that sounded... It's 8pm!!  But it was an early day.. I slept in today (0730).  It's hard to keep track of the days.I got a lot done today though, so I'm really happy about that.  I went ahead and bought the AF P.T. pants and jacket so I can do PT in the morning and not freeze to death.  I really need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/113855702737429402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=113855702737429402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/113855702737429402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/113855702737429402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-very-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-113815543442355950</id><published>2006-01-24T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T03:55:26.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you Sir, May I have another?Another serving of "Give a Fuck" that is.Let's introduce our narrator. This is Mari. Mari is a 32 year old SSgt who has been in for 13 and a half years and is unhappy about the fact that her Army coworkers have been in for 12-ish and are E7s. Mari likes the colour red, is partial to licorice, and will do her job to the best of her ability regardless of any such </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/113815543442355950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=113815543442355950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/113815543442355950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/113815543442355950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2006/01/thank-you-sir-may-i-have-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-113738058837293851</id><published>2006-01-15T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T19:03:08.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been posting over at www.myspace.com/mallcruzer so much I forgot to post here.  This feeds into my Yahoo 360 page, so I figured I'd just copy my myspace posts into here and get my blog caught up.Let's see... there was Christmas...Early Present exchange Current mood: amusedSo, Rob and I decided to exchange gifts early.  We already exchanged our big gifts - I got a really nice leather jacket </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/113738058837293851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=113738058837293851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/113738058837293851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/113738058837293851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-been-posting-over-at-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-112863174327267490</id><published>2005-10-06T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T13:49:03.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been tagged by Mark...Things I miss about my childhoodThat beginning part just sounded dirty didn't it?You know.  I hate to turn this into anything heavier than the light-hearted thing it's meant to be- but I had a really really really really shitty childhood, so there isn't a whole lot I miss.  But, if I HAD to think of something...1.  The excitement of being the first to muck up the first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/112863174327267490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=112863174327267490' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/112863174327267490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/112863174327267490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/10/ive-been-tagged-by-mark.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-112861285260095472</id><published>2005-10-06T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T08:34:12.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On time, and not being able to relate.Time.  There's just not enough of it and I'm frustrated by that.I was drowing last week.Sitting there at my desk slowly going under... the sea of yellow and pink and blue stickies was winning the battle... the waves crashing over me like thunderous blows from a mighty hammer wielded by something bigger and more powerful than I will ever be.I did the only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/112861285260095472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=112861285260095472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/112861285260095472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/112861285260095472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-time-and-not-being-able-to-relate.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-112241182744404917</id><published>2005-07-26T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T14:03:47.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Know-it-alls or problem-oriented people?My friends and I were talking today about problem-oriented people and how most guys tend to be problem-oriented versus women who tend to just talk for the sake of discussing or venting.It got me thinking about something some-what related. I noticed that there are a handful of people in my life that I've always thought were the type that others would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/112241182744404917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=112241182744404917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/112241182744404917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/112241182744404917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/07/know-it-alls-or-problem-oriented.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-112239529681021267</id><published>2005-07-26T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T09:28:16.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New ForumsI created a forum here for the website.  Some of the posts evoke responces that then get lost through the archives.  I figured maybe a forums would prove an interesting place to chat about stuff.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/112239529681021267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=112239529681021267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/112239529681021267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/112239529681021267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-forums-i-created-forum-here-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-112188881852403496</id><published>2005-07-20T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T12:46:58.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This my friends, is bullshithttp://www.extremespells.com/What they offer is unethical in every imaginable way.  They have a FAQ section where they state that love spells aren't brainwashing the person, it's just creating a spiritual, magnetic link between the two.  Yet they offer a 110% money back guarantee for such things like "bring back my lover". A person who physically and/or emotionally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/112188881852403496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=112188881852403496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/112188881852403496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/112188881852403496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-my-friends-is-bullshit-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-112179189869763290</id><published>2005-07-19T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T09:51:38.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Children get older... I'm getting older too..."Someone posted in one of the online forums I'm a member of, talking about their son turning 11 and feeling like life is going too fast.  I replied, and I'm putting it here in my diary because it pretty much sums up what's been on my mind lately that I would post about.My kids are 10 and 11. The older one turns 12 in November(constantly reminding me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/112179189869763290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=112179189869763290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/112179189869763290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/112179189869763290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/07/children-get-older.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-111937084038961729</id><published>2005-06-21T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T12:05:00.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Make it stop!!! OMG make it stop!!I woke up this morning convinced there was a bug in my ear. There is a horrendous fluttering, pulsing feeling in my left ear and I swear if I could rip my ear off my head and dig out all the innards to make it stop I would. It feels like your ears do when you're on a plane, where they get blocked up, but then this awful fluttering pulsing scratching sensation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/111937084038961729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=111937084038961729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111937084038961729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111937084038961729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/06/make-it-stop-omg-make-it-stop-i-woke.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-111849732489203959</id><published>2005-06-11T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T21:53:44.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sony Fan Faire 2005 Day 1Met Larry Elmore, got autographs and pictureMet Woody from GUComics - quiet, shy and reluctant star but kick-ass comic artistDay 2Got up-close and personal look at the Firionva Vie costume and detailed explanation of techniques used to make it - it's a lot more solid a garment than I expected. Very well done.Things I didn't like - the "Bazaar" sucked. That's where they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/111849732489203959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=111849732489203959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111849732489203959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111849732489203959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/06/sony-fan-faire-2005-day-1-met-larry.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-111831021760306547</id><published>2005-06-09T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T02:43:37.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm ready for my interviewSo.  The mother of one of the young men recently arrested as a suspect in the disappearance of a young woman in Aruba, was recently interviewed and shown on the news.  Now, first of all I want it known that I realize the important issue here is the missing girl.  Not much I can say about it except that I will lend my positive thoughts to her and her loved ones and hope </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/111831021760306547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=111831021760306547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111831021760306547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111831021760306547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-ready-for-my-interview-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-111770421343146412</id><published>2005-06-02T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T11:15:04.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>49ers Disgraceful TapeLIKE OMGSo let me get this right. The PR rep for the 49ers created a training tape for new team members explaining how to navigate the PR traps and just generally "educate" them around the city. It was intended to be humorous, and included vulgarity, nudity and racial stereotypes, with team members acting out scenarios. Like what you ask? Here's a snippetFirst stop, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/111770421343146412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=111770421343146412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111770421343146412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111770421343146412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/06/49ers-disgraceful-tape-like-omg-so-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-111761898601874254</id><published>2005-06-01T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:43:06.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EZBoard hackerFuck you.  There you happy?  You got noticed and documented on yet another blog and frustrated yet another innocent person.  Thanks, appreciate it you asshat. There, that make it all the more rewarding for you?  That a good week's worth of hard-ons for ya?I hope someone does something malicious and frustrating to you.  Oh I know, something along the lines of your car catches on fire</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/111761898601874254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=111761898601874254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111761898601874254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111761898601874254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/06/ezboard-hacker-fuck-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-111745423436537933</id><published>2005-05-30T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T04:57:14.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IPod &amp; ITunes VS. Napster To GoHaving looked into this issue I've come away with this much info - don't believe the hype -- from either side.  Napster flaunts the To Go service says why pay ITune's 99 cents per song fee when you can pay $15 a month and get as much music as you want.  Sounds good right?  What they're not telling you is that you don't own the music with that 15 a month.  You have a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/111745423436537933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=111745423436537933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111745423436537933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111745423436537933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/05/ipod-itunes-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-111685105979639922</id><published>2005-05-23T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T05:28:02.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Star Wars Episode IIII liked it well enough. Of course it had the typical Lucas type dialogue "Ha! I am powerful and rule here" "Not for long you do not" "ha!" "ha!" "ahyyyyah!" whack whack "ha!"All in all pretty damned good tho. Is it wrong of me that my favorite part was when Anakin finally becomes Darth Vader, finally gets his cool obscene-caller-breather and we don't have to look at pretty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/111685105979639922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=111685105979639922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111685105979639922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111685105979639922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-wars-episode-iii-i-liked-it-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-111675112781882119</id><published>2005-05-22T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T01:40:27.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I love my cats....The Bard 1 - God - 0Parents are suing a school after their daughter was denied the chance to sing a religious song as her act in a talent show."The girl's lawyer, Demetrios K. Stratis, questioned how the Frenchtown school could reject Olivia's choice but allow another act based on the opening scene of "MacBeth.""They've got a scene about boiling animals and witchcraft, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/111675112781882119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=111675112781882119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111675112781882119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111675112781882119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-i-love-my-cats.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-111599935631933428</id><published>2005-05-13T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T08:49:16.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Which Oh My Gods! Character are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/111599935631933428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=111599935631933428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111599935631933428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111599935631933428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/05/which-oh-my-gods-character-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-111561394749235820</id><published>2005-05-08T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T08:53:43.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How old am I?In yet another show of incredibly shameful vanity I have finally given up the solo battle against my worsening skin and have ordered proactiv skin care system. At right is a picture of my forehead as it is now. It might not look horrific but there's definately some funky stuff going on that I can't get rid of. It's been like this for over a year now, and I also have a bit on my cheek</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/111561394749235820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=111561394749235820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111561394749235820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111561394749235820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-old-am-i-in-yet-another-show-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-111299713435654464</id><published>2005-04-08T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T14:57:19.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Would I lie to you?Some recommendations cuz I feel like it... For the ladies - "Intuition" razor. Especially in the cucumber/melon blend. This razor has a bar of soap/conditioner packed around the razor head. The head is on a spring-like assembly so as the soap bar gets worn down the head moves down with it. You wet your legs up in the shower or sink and start shaving... no messing with a bottle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/111299713435654464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=111299713435654464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111299713435654464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111299713435654464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/04/would-i-lie-to-you-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-111250719579131529</id><published>2005-04-02T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T21:46:35.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>W2k3 ADPassed test for AF Class on Windows 2003 Server Active Directory.  Didn't think it would be that easy.  No this isn't for MCSE credit or anything like that.  That would be too nice.What do turtles eat?So I finally pulled out of Emily what her "so mom, what do you think about turtles?" conversation was all about two weeks ago.  Yes... exactly what I expected.  She has a pet turtle and wants</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/111250719579131529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=111250719579131529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111250719579131529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111250719579131529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/04/w2k3-ad-passed-test-for-af-class-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-111172195306649792</id><published>2005-03-24T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T21:07:43.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Problem part 1 - New kid on the blockPart of the problem I think is that I'm adjusting to being back at the bottom of the totem pole. I have no problem with paying my dues and earning respect the hard way. It's not that I think I'm above that, it's that it's *hard* doing that because until you get to that point you're like an outsider and it's frustrating going from being the go-to person to what</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/111172195306649792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=111172195306649792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111172195306649792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111172195306649792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/03/problem-part-1-new-kid-on-block-part.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-111162644584948292</id><published>2005-03-23T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T17:07:25.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AdriftLike the new kid at school who hasn't found her niche yet.  And a general sense of blah.  Too much to do, not enough time and energy to do it.  Too emotional and too tired to just "get over it".  I hope tomorrow is a better day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/111162644584948292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=111162644584948292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111162644584948292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111162644584948292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/03/adrift-like-new-kid-at-school-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-111121449950155596</id><published>2005-03-18T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T22:41:39.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a boy!!!Baby G is a boy, so I have a little nephew (sort of lol).  I can't wait to hold this precious bundle.  Welcome Mark and Christine to the insane world of parenthood.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/111121449950155596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=111121449950155596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111121449950155596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111121449950155596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-boy-baby-g-is-boy-so-i-have-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-111115397995089997</id><published>2005-03-18T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T05:53:00.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Waiting for Baby GWaiting anxiously for word from Mark and Christine... is it a niece or a nephew?  Inquiring minds want to know!!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/111115397995089997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=111115397995089997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111115397995089997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111115397995089997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/03/waiting-for-baby-g-waiting-anxiously.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-111094768221643402</id><published>2005-03-15T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T20:34:42.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because NO ONEShould be mind-fucked alone!http://deathball.net/notpronIt's a click/download/think online puzzle that is INSANELY difficult.I'm on level 12.  I think my brain is fried already.  Still plugging away though.The link is worksafe assuming your firewall doesn't block you, but there is sound so be careful.  Probably best done at home unless you're in the IT industry as you might need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/111094768221643402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=111094768221643402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111094768221643402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/111094768221643402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/03/because-no-one-should-be-mind-fucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-110986875785510161</id><published>2005-03-03T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T08:52:37.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's not my jobYa know, I'm about up to HERE (stands on tip-toes with a paper hand taped to the top of a ten-foot-pole raised high above head to show a height I can't reach) with people saying "it's not my job".  Get off your lazy, apathetic ass and do something will you?  You don't have to receive a signed stamped embossed invitation to make the world a better place.  There's no committee out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/110986875785510161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=110986875785510161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110986875785510161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110986875785510161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-not-my-job-ya-know-im-about-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-110974274600543211</id><published>2005-03-01T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T21:52:26.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do me a favor... all of you...If you're not from Vegas but decide to come visit, do all of us a favor and DON'T DRIVE A CAR while you're here.  And don't give me that "oh but I'm a good driver" crap.  NO ONE is a good driver when they aren't familiar with the roads.  Hell half of Vegas drivers aren't good drivers and they DO know the roads, so just don't add to the mess ok?Driving to the real </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/110974274600543211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=110974274600543211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110974274600543211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110974274600543211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/03/do-me-favor.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-110925398528805115</id><published>2005-02-24T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T06:06:25.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gotta check this outI don't plug many companies (especially competition you know), but if you like exotic perfumes/colognes check out Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.  I bought some perfumes from them and they are amazing!  Essential oil mixes for every mood imaginable.  The perfumes are strong and exotic, but come in everything from light and airy to heavy and dark blends.  They last a long time since</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/110925398528805115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=110925398528805115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110925398528805115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110925398528805115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/02/gotta-check-this-out-i-dont-plug-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-110866298001568364</id><published>2005-02-17T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T05:48:09.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WTF!?! Censor this!Ok I have had enough. I am fed the fuck up with the FCC and cannot believe our country has come to this. A bill raising fines for "indecency" has been passed the house. The house of representatives you call yourselves? You are NOT representing ME!!http://www.cnn.com/2005/ALLPOLITICS/02/16/congress.indecency.ap/?section=cnn_topstories"By significantly increasing fines, they are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/110866298001568364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=110866298001568364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110866298001568364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110866298001568364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/02/wtf-censor-this-ok-i-have-had-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-110852886054440300</id><published>2005-02-15T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T20:41:00.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally! My car woot!My car finally got here.  I'm so glad.  Especially because that rental car was getting pretty darned expensive.So I had to fly out to Los Angeles to get my car.  The only time I've been to California was when Rob and I were driving to Arizona.  We cut down on 95 then went across, and 95 south dips into and hugs the Cali border.  That doesn't really count in the list of places</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/110852886054440300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=110852886054440300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110852886054440300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110852886054440300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/02/finally-my-car-woot-my-car-finally-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-110835171385388676</id><published>2005-02-13T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T19:28:33.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The DaVinci CodeI finished this book in two sittings.  It's an incredible book.  It's an excellently told murder-mystery, a definate page-turner.  Added to that however, is a deeper story about secret societies and the secrets they keep and the people who want to get to those secrets and the ones who want evidence of these secrets destroyed.  The book is laden with references to historical facts,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/110835171385388676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=110835171385388676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110835171385388676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110835171385388676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/02/davinci-code-i-finished-this-book-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-110825426161646024</id><published>2005-02-12T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T16:24:21.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I stank, I stank, I must increase my RankThis flashback of "Are you there God, it's me, Margaret" brought to you by the fact that my 12 year old daughter has experienced yet another heart break and her reaction to it. Javier, her latest crush turned out to be a jerk just like all the other boys she's set her doting brown eyes on. I said "aww sweetie, one day you'll find a nice boy" and she says "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/110825426161646024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=110825426161646024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110825426161646024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110825426161646024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-stank-i-stank-i-must-increase-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-110779892588022528</id><published>2005-02-07T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T13:32:35.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Viva Las VegasOk like, wow. Vegas is everything everyone has ever said it is, and THEN some. Did you know there are at least 6 different types of poisonous creepy crawlies lurking around every rock waiting to kill you? There are. The drivers are stupid, the strip is louder and busier than ever, and the city is quickly pushing toward the physical barriers called MOUNTAINS surrounding the city and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/110779892588022528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=110779892588022528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110779892588022528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110779892588022528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2005/02/viva-las-vegas-ok-like-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-110300441573051268</id><published>2004-12-13T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T22:06:55.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Books with a messageThere are times I want to read something of great import.  Something that will challenge my ideas and perceptions, or something that speaks to that which I believe.  There are times I want to hear someone spreading a message.  And there are times I don't.  I find myself at times increasingly annoyed by one of the books I'm currently reading.  Not just the one actually, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/110300441573051268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=110300441573051268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110300441573051268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110300441573051268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/12/books-with-message-there-are-times-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-110259135973776457</id><published>2004-12-09T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T03:22:39.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do I hafta?!What is the exact age at which we're no longer authorized to throw tantrums? I just dun wanna do my chores. I dun wanna clean and pack and fill out paperwork and blah blah blah. I want to sit in my chair and edit my webpages and read and draw and play games and talk about things from God to toenail polish. I want to peruse Ebay for stuff I don't need and comment on which hot sauce </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/110259135973776457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=110259135973776457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110259135973776457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110259135973776457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/12/do-i-hafta-what-is-exact-age-at-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-110189855036712416</id><published>2004-12-01T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T02:55:50.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WTF, over?!A.P. "Court won't hear gay union case"  Justices had been asked by conservative groups to overturn the year-old decision by the Massachusetts Supreme Court legalizing gay marriage.  They declined without comment.In the past year, at least 3,000 gay Massachusetts couples have wed, although voters may have a chance in 2006 to change the state constitution to permit civil union </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/110189855036712416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=110189855036712416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110189855036712416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110189855036712416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/12/wtf-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-110188780494444154</id><published>2004-11-30T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T01:53:30.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flu Free my Foot!"US Military in Europe is flu free, so far" Kevin Dougherty, Stars and Stripes November 30 2004. My foot! "U.S. Army health officers in Europe said Monday that influenza activity is low, essentially, non existant". Hmpf. I was laid up for 2 weeks with the flu and at least 10 people in my office had it. I lost about 4 days of work all-together, and would have lost more if I'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/110188780494444154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=110188780494444154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110188780494444154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110188780494444154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/12/flu-free-my-foot-us-military-in-europe.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-110180422315860253</id><published>2004-11-30T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T00:43:43.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH STFU already will you?- The "I'm a Pagan, want to talk about how Pagan I am?  How Pagan are you?  Did you do your devotionals this morning" type of Pagan.  STFU, get over yourself and get out of my face, and if you tell me I have to be sweet and loving and full of light and love because I'm Pagan I'll kick your ass.- People who ask questions with a sense of urgency at a time or in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/110180422315860253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=110180422315860253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110180422315860253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110180422315860253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-stfu-already-will-you-im-pagan-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-110145974957391190</id><published>2004-11-26T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T01:02:29.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gobble Gobble!I stuffed myself to within an inch of silly I tell ya.  Thanksgiving dinner was great, and the best part about it is that there's more left for our gaming session this weekend!  So, what am I thankful for?1.  My children.  I miss them dearly and can't wait to be with them again.  They are strong, beautiful, intelligent and warm hearted beings, and I am so  proud of them and so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/110145974957391190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=110145974957391190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110145974957391190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110145974957391190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/11/gobble-gobble-i-stuffed-myself-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-110124567030662983</id><published>2004-11-23T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T13:34:30.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MemoriesWhile driving home.  I'm 10 years old again.  I'm inadequate, everything I do is wrong and you tell me so.  All that frustration, that unworthiness gods damn how did I survive?  How did I grow up to not hate myself?  I gripped the steering wheel and told myself "steady on".  I'm grown, I'm ok, I'm happy.  I'm worthy.So then I'm in a funk and it annoys me because I promised myself that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/110124567030662983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=110124567030662983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110124567030662983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110124567030662983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/11/memories-while-driving-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-110121264687521592</id><published>2004-11-23T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T13:38:56.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Changes3 Doors Down (my all-time favorite group) said it "I'm blind and shakin', bound and breakin'I hope I'll make it, through all these changes..." PCSing is a bitch. If you're not military and don't know, PCS means Permanent Change of Station - also known as reassignment, moving, hell in two months, etc... I have SO much to do and so little time to do it. But, little by little I'll get it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/110121264687521592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=110121264687521592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110121264687521592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110121264687521592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/11/changes-3-doors-down-my-all-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-110119543322711584</id><published>2004-11-22T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T23:40:09.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't do itSo those of us that are gamers (I can't believe I just said that. Actually yes I can. I've always loved games, it just took being with someone who loves games and actually *plays* them for me to get around to actually playing some of the games I've been interested in and deciding I love them to make my gamer status official... what was I saying? Oh yea).. so those of us who love games</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/110119543322711584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=110119543322711584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110119543322711584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110119543322711584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/11/dont-do-it-so-those-of-us-that-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-110087501141099624</id><published>2004-11-19T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T06:36:51.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Son of a....So I spend half my day at work uninstalling stupid little "helpful" installs like browser toolbar inserts, pop-up blockers that block programs we NEED to work and stupid ass little things that don't belong on government computers like 'shopping assistants' and I go to uninstall one and it WON'T LET ME until I fill out their little 'why are you uninstalling this program' survey.  OH </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/110087501141099624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=110087501141099624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110087501141099624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110087501141099624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/11/son-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-110077424397418542</id><published>2004-11-18T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T02:37:23.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The New and Improved ListIt's time to start a new list.  When I was 25 I made a "things I want to do before I'm 30" list.  We won't talk about what I managed to accomplish from it (if you dig through the archives there's a post that references that already).  But I think it's time to make a new list.  I'm not going to set a date for this one because years just don't matter so much anymore.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/110077424397418542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=110077424397418542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110077424397418542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110077424397418542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/11/new-and-improved-list-its-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-110076947055320129</id><published>2004-11-18T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T01:17:50.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have I mentioned lately...How incredibly sexy and handsome and funny you are Rob?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/110076947055320129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=110076947055320129' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110076947055320129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/110076947055320129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/11/have-i-mentioned-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-109998953077925452</id><published>2004-11-09T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T00:38:50.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Politics, Religion and SexStuff we ain't supposed to talk about in public because all it does is lead to arguments because half the world thinks the other half has their heads up their asses.  Maybe we all do.  You know the more I read and study and learn about the world around me the more I realize I don't know a damned thing, nor do the people around me.  Who's right, who's wrong?  I feel like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/109998953077925452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=109998953077925452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109998953077925452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109998953077925452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/11/politics-religion-and-sex-stuff-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-109998625003635898</id><published>2004-11-08T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T23:44:10.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sick and tired of being sick and tiredI am young (31) and relatively healthy, but yet I still feel sick and tired.  All my life I've suffered muscle and joint aches.  Doctors tell me things like "it's stress" or "we all get little aches and pains".  Those are direct quotes.  I wish to god I could put them inside my body for a day.  I wake up and the pain in my back, neck/shoulders, hips/thighs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/109998625003635898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=109998625003635898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109998625003635898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109998625003635898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/11/sick-and-tired-of-being-sick-and-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-109992370461027864</id><published>2004-11-08T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T12:48:29.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back vrom AuuuustriaBoy oh boy is it cold there. Whew. So we're driving along and I look out my window and slightly upward and I see a cloud. Not way up high in the air where I can hardly make it out (where clouds belong I might add) but so close I swear I could stand on the roof of Tim's Jeep and reach out my hand and touch the cloud (after I get back up from Tim kicking my ass for standing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/109992370461027864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=109992370461027864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109992370461027864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109992370461027864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-back-vrom-auuuustria-boy-oh-boy-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-109933393421055790</id><published>2004-11-01T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T06:39:48.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Halloween booo!Ok so click here to see Rob as my goth bitch =P and me as the Fairy Goth Mother hehehe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/109933393421055790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=109933393421055790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109933393421055790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109933393421055790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/11/halloween-booo-ok-so-click-here-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-109911657651790027</id><published>2004-10-29T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T23:09:36.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Serves you right!So as Rob was running around like a mad man trying to find SOME type of costume and not finding anything he finally settled on what to be, which was what I suggested three weeks ago when I started putting my costume together -- my goth bitch.  That's right... I'm putting a choker and leash on the boy, he's dressing as goth as his suburban-white-boy-pb&amp;j-for-lunch type self can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/109911657651790027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=109911657651790027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109911657651790027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109911657651790027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/10/serves-you-right-so-as-rob-was-running.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-109903424960678978</id><published>2004-10-28T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T00:17:29.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Active Yoghurt Cultures...I think they could just leave it at "yoghurt" and not make it sound like something you leave on the counter at the lab for the technician to grab with gloved hands.Oh for fuck's sakeYou just bloody got here.  You don't even know how to spell the name of the base you're on... stop bitching about not having a network account yet these things take coordination between</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/109903424960678978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=109903424960678978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109903424960678978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109903424960678978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/10/active-yoghurt-cultures.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-109896338868636120</id><published>2004-10-28T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T04:36:28.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is Tirederer a word?If'n it were that's what I would be. The most tired I've ever been in my entire life. Sleep for a week sort of tired. 31 year old too much to do not enough time to do it in why can't life be simple fuck off go away and leave me alone type of tired. Hiya/Fuck youSo I'm sitting there reading my email and someone says "hi" and I say "hiya" and they say "hey I was just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/109896338868636120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=109896338868636120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109896338868636120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109896338868636120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/10/is-tirederer-word-ifn-it-were-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-109877034717793135</id><published>2004-10-25T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T22:59:07.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Say WWwhhaaa?My Commander just used the phrase "make sure everything's copacetic".  o.0If we were them what could we be?So what amazes me about Europeans is how world-aware they are.  They put Americans to shame that's for certain.  My landlord was talking to me one day about heating, and somehow we switched to politics and he started commenting on Bush and Kerry and where they stand on the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/109877034717793135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=109877034717793135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109877034717793135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109877034717793135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/10/say-wwwhhaaa-my-commander-just-used.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-109784137943704385</id><published>2004-10-15T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T05:35:53.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your hand has been replaced by a rubber stamp...What does it say? Hey I don't come up with these questions... it was asked when I filled out my Blogger profile (I don't know why I'm only just now getting around to it). So I answered "Mari was here". Why? I guess that's sort of what my call tag would be if'n I ever had one. How profound an excercise it is to try to *say* what you are, where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/109784137943704385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=109784137943704385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109784137943704385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109784137943704385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/10/your-hand-has-been-replaced-by-rubber.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-109783590301773481</id><published>2004-10-15T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T03:26:48.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>/SnortLONDON (Reuters) - British advertising authorities said on Wednesday they had banned racy Trojan condom poster advertisements with the phrase "Come online &amp; play the sex organ."I'm not as sick as I used to beBut I'm still sick. It's ok though, the congestion is moving from my sinus cavities to my lungs. Eventually it'll be gone I assume. Ugh. OMG. Yea ok, my job isn't so bad after all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/109783590301773481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=109783590301773481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109783590301773481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109783590301773481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/10/snort-london-reuters-british.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-109775689085473205</id><published>2004-10-14T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T05:36:06.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where I go in my head when I'm at workHey, I never said I was an artist!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/109775689085473205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=109775689085473205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109775689085473205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109775689085473205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/10/where-i-go-in-my-head-when-im-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-109756529935075158</id><published>2004-10-11T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T05:44:22.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>England Trip, Day 1The culprits - (From left to right)Mari (Me), Tim, Melissa, John"Is 5am early enough?"No, it isn't. But we didn't find that out until we got to the airport and were told (extremely rudely, no less) that we'd missed check-in time and that we couldn't get on our flight (even though people were still lined up waiting to go through security). We were all upset and went to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/109756529935075158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=109756529935075158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109756529935075158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109756529935075158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/10/england-trip-day-1-culprits-from-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-109696393817875476</id><published>2004-10-05T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T01:12:18.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So... what you're saying is.....Associated Press story: Chow Yun-Fat says he can't stand the American way of life and has no plans to pursue U.S. permanent resident status. "I can't stand talking English every day or the lifestyle there ... not to mention the food," the Hong Kong-born film star was quoted as saying in Friday's editions of Chinese-language newspaper The Sun."I only go to America</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/109696393817875476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=109696393817875476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109696393817875476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109696393817875476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/10/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-109691506742404150</id><published>2004-10-04T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T11:40:33.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok I'm back....Call me a quitter if you like, but EZboard for my blog when there are very very few responses to my posts seemed like overkill. Besides which, I turned my EZboard into an EQforum instead, so I'm not exactly a quitter, just... uhm... someone who changes their mind a lot .. ya know like.. a girl.. which I am ... so...All's fine in Casa Cruz...For those of you who care (Hi Mark!) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/109691506742404150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=109691506742404150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109691506742404150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/109691506742404150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/10/ok-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-108508045926499637</id><published>2004-05-20T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T12:14:19.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New blog:  http://pub84.ezboard.com/bwitchylairI found blogger to load too slowly and be unreliable as far as publishing my posts and archiving, so I switched to new home which should also allow easier commenting and better discussion.See you there :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/108508045926499637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=108508045926499637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/108508045926499637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/108508045926499637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/05/new-blog-httppub84.html' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-108496438715276493</id><published>2004-05-19T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T03:59:47.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is goodContent and quiet, yes, life is damned good.  I am looking forward to going back to the states, and I miss the kids, but the daily stuff is going well.We head back to the states in January, so we still have 7 months here.  It seems weird to have such a small amount of time left but have it feel like so far away.  Before you know it though we'll be back in the land of Super Wal-mart</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/108496438715276493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=108496438715276493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/108496438715276493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/108496438715276493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/05/life-is-good-content-and-quiet-yes.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-108313219971719786</id><published>2004-04-27T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T23:06:24.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ya, I'm still hereBeen busy doing lots of ... hrm... stuff?!  Last weekend Rob and I went on a bike rally to a town near Worms.  It wasn't anything like what Americans think of, a'la Sturgis and what-have-you with lots of Harleys and boobs, much more low-key and every kind of bike you can imagine.  Pictures will be here shortly.Then Sunday I went to Belgium with Melissa.  We went to some town </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/108313219971719786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=108313219971719786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/108313219971719786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/108313219971719786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/04/ya-im-still-here-been-busy-doing-lots.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-107836326666402590</id><published>2004-03-03T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T17:24:48.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Put the scissors DOWNI'm no longer allowed to cut my own hair I've determined.  I snip a little here, a little there, even this out... right now I look like one of those 20's film stars with those ridiculous short black bobs, complete with the little swirl/wave on the one side.  Add to that the fact that I just recently plucked my eyebrows and they have that tapered high arc thing going on.. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/107836326666402590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=107836326666402590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/107836326666402590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/107836326666402590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/03/put-scissors-down-im-no-longer-allowed.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-107767411830496170</id><published>2004-02-24T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T17:57:19.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, OK!Certain person who's name shall go unmentioned (though it rhymes with MARK) has gently reminded me that my diary has long been left unattended and I ought to update it, so here I am.  What can I say?  Life's been busy in that strange "what the heck HAVE I been up to?" sort of way.  HE has been a dream, an absolute dream.  I had lots of reservations of course, but he's put heart and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/107767411830496170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=107767411830496170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/107767411830496170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/107767411830496170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2004/02/ok-ok-certain-person-whos-name-shall.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-107244671682327128</id><published>2003-12-26T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T05:52:57.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Holidays!Hoping everyone I know had a good time for the Holidays, and have a good new year.I got goodies!  A new video camera and a trip to Paris for New Years, whoo hooo!  I can't wait to see the Louvre.  The Eiffel Tower trip to the top I can do without (is he nuts?! I'm afraid of heights!).  I think his plan is to make me hold on to him.. the perv.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/107244671682327128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=107244671682327128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/107244671682327128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/107244671682327128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/12/happy-holidays-hoping-everyone-i-know.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-107057404362541253</id><published>2003-12-04T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T05:37:38.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dude where's my cat?...The little bitch ball of fur showed back up again.  Sitting on a rock near the wood-line by the house.  Sitting there like nothing in the world was wrong.  Like she was right where she was supposed to be.  After chasing her around a while (ahhh you're close, almost got me anddddd I dash off again!), I finally got the little bi... erm.. lovely ball of... yea.. anyway, so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/107057404362541253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=107057404362541253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/107057404362541253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/107057404362541253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/12/dude-wheres-my-cat.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-107031023589945574</id><published>2003-12-01T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T13:35:53.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life.. my so called life...I do miss it.  A lot.  I'm watching my friend's kids for her.  Three children.  I love my friend dearly and would do anything for her (obviously) and I love these kids, but I miss my life :(  I miss my cat.  I miss my sofa.  I miss my bed.  I miss my coffeemaker.  I miss absolute silence.  And walking around naked.  And playing computer games while smoking and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/107031023589945574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=107031023589945574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/107031023589945574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/107031023589945574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/12/my-life.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-106915382578065725</id><published>2003-11-18T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T12:14:36.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, You're a Computer Geek, eh?No, actually, I'm not.  I just get paid to work on computers because the Air Force didn't know what else to do with me and figured I was too intelligent to do.. what is it you do again?  Yea, that.  Pisshead.Why I hate microwavesWe want it now.  That's what microwaves have done to our society.  As a member of said society I accept being lumped into my own </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/106915382578065725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=106915382578065725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/106915382578065725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/106915382578065725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/11/so-youre-computer-geek-eh-no-actually.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-106695806694960552</id><published>2003-10-23T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T03:02:27.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ChangesEvery day changes, decisions, facing facts both about yourself and others.  Weeeeee.  I need a vacation from my brain.  I just hope those involved in my heart know I never meant to hurt them.  We're all human, we all hope and want to hope and feel scared and ... well, it doesn't really matter now does it?  Tomorrow will be what it will be.  Oh yea, so the car is done now.  I have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/106695806694960552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=106695806694960552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/106695806694960552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/106695806694960552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/10/changes-every-day-changes-decisions.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-106405900080988275</id><published>2003-09-20T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T18:08:21.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally!They're finally going to fix my car.  It's about time.  I really resent driving around a banged-up car for 4 months when I'm not the one who was at fault for the accident!Medieval Market this weekendThat is, if these people who are taking me ever show up! Grrr.  I'm hoping to find some good material and trim to finish up some projects I have in mind.  Hopefully I'll find my digital </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/106405900080988275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=106405900080988275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/106405900080988275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/106405900080988275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/09/finally-theyre-finally-going-to-fix-my.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-106335820027682072</id><published>2003-09-12T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T04:54:44.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moving OnRandom thoughts, fears and anxieties weigh heavily on the mind when the soul is uneasy.  Wishing you peace.  Wishing I could be the one to give you that peace, but knowing I can't.  Wanting to move forward, to get past it, and feeling guilty for looking ahead and hoping to find something pleasant.  I should be tortured, I should be torn apart.  I should be a great many things.  I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/106335820027682072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=106335820027682072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/106335820027682072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/106335820027682072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/09/moving-on-random-thoughts-fears-and.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-106266382231790901</id><published>2003-09-04T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T01:58:41.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One survived, we dare another?So far so good, slow going but ok I think.  He's funny, enthusiastic and if we could just get the love-sick moon-eyes to relax a bit I think we'll have a wee bit more fun.  It did dawn on him though, that I can't miss him if he doesn't go away, so he vowed to back off a bit and try a more "go with the flow" kind of mentality.  I much prefer that.  We still manage to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/106266382231790901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=106266382231790901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/106266382231790901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/106266382231790901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/09/one-survived-we-dare-another-so-far-so.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-106207151068815265</id><published>2003-08-28T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T01:19:05.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a date tonightHe is 6'3, has brown hair, green eyes and is really quite handsome.  He says he's made some mistakes in the past but that he's working very hard towards being the man he wants to be, and that he is very interested in me and wants to spend some time with me.  He's taking me to an Italian restaurant he says he's sure I'll like.   So, I'm starting from scratch here am I?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/106207151068815265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=106207151068815265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/106207151068815265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/106207151068815265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-have-date-tonight-he-is-63-has-brown.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-106119312576572642</id><published>2003-08-18T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T04:45:03.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Useless Word of the Day:Torpor  DEFINITION:  extreme mental and physical sluggishness EXAMPLE:  After surgery, the patient experienced torpor until the anesthesia wore off. SYNONYMS:  apathy, languor Useless word I tell ya.Why can't you say these words to me? He wanted to know.  Why does it sound so clear in my diary?  I dunno.  I tried.  You didn't hear me.  I gave up.  What </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/106119312576572642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=106119312576572642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/106119312576572642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/106119312576572642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/08/todays-useless-word-of-day-torpor.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-106094427581682742</id><published>2003-08-15T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T00:45:48.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rambling in my brainin my brain.  Stay in the military or get out?  Eat in or go out?  From life-changing to relativel inconsequential, ah, such is life.He's bringing papers over tonight.  He speaks angrily, defensively and hurriedly now.  It's more painful than the plaintive.  Far left or far right.  I should be used to it by now, he's that way about everything, but it's difficult still.  So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/106094427581682742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=106094427581682742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/106094427581682742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/106094427581682742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/08/rambling-in-my-brain-in-my-brain.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-105973025563186694</id><published>2003-08-01T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T03:28:28.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home aloneIt's weird, but nice too.  A little lonely.  I'm used to having someone around, but it's nice too because there's no more moping and awkwardness.  I started looking around wondering what I'd change about the house.  Of course I might not be staying there much longer either though, so who knows.  A bit sad, more so because I've caused someone pain, but I know that in the long run I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/105973025563186694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=105973025563186694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/105973025563186694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/105973025563186694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/08/home-alone-its-weird-but-nice-too.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-105878541028852925</id><published>2003-07-21T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T02:24:13.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News is bad for your mental healthEvery day I read it it gets worse.  If only we had, if only we'd known, if only we'd thought of...  Of what?  Been better prepared how?  It's so easy to criticize what's going wrong, to say we should have had better intelligence, to say we should have had a better plan, but truly do we believe our best-laid plans would have worked out as we meant and wanted them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/105878541028852925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=105878541028852925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/105878541028852925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/105878541028852925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/07/news-is-bad-for-your-mental-health.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-105836072210111307</id><published>2003-07-16T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T03:51:48.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>30 is not oldNo, it is not.  It is young, not even middle-aged in our current "take these vitamins and drink this juice and live to be so old you can't wipe your ass anymore" society.  So, this is me *not* freaking out about my age.  But some people don't believe me.  It's like highschool sometimes but with a bank account and a house full of stuff.  Hell no I don't want to go back.  Back to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/105836072210111307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=105836072210111307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/105836072210111307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/105836072210111307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/07/30-is-not-old-no-it-is-not.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-105834084395122125</id><published>2003-07-16T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T05:48:22.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reviewing beliefs.  Every once in a while I put myself through a review.  I think about the things I've either discovered or accepted as truth in the past, and reevaluate my experiences and perceptions to determine where I now stand.  This can be a very interesting excercise, as I find myself reexplaining things, sometimes coming up with newer, more satisfactory phrasing, and sometimes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/105834084395122125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=105834084395122125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/105834084395122125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/105834084395122125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/07/reviewing-beliefs.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-105785977704320994</id><published>2003-07-10T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T00:06:07.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know that point, the one just before you open your mouth to speak when you realize that what you're about to say is something you've said a million times before, in just the same words, or in millions of various combinations of words and it all still fell on deaf ears and you stop yourself and wonder why you should bother to say it all again?  Well, usually when I get there I convince myself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/105785977704320994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=105785977704320994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/105785977704320994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/105785977704320994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/07/you-know-that-point-one-just-before.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-105766838850969430</id><published>2003-07-08T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T00:34:36.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Words .  Words have power.  Good or bad, sometimes determined by the speaker, sometimes affected by the listener.JoDee Messina has a song that expresses something I haven't found the words for before."The Rain"Another day has almost come and goneI can't imagine what else could go wrongSometimes I'd like to hide away somewhere and lock the doorA single battle lost, but not the war'Cuz </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/105766838850969430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=105766838850969430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/105766838850969430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/105766838850969430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/07/words.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-105717470821134007</id><published>2003-07-02T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T05:35:38.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I taught myself how to draw in 10 days and now I'm wondering why it took so long.  I read this book that talks about drawing techniques and, well, now I can draw basically.  but so far I can only draw stuff I have a model for, I can't just make something up in my mind and draw out of my imagination -- yet!  Read about it here, and see some of the pics.  Not professional stuff, but better than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/105717470821134007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=105717470821134007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/105717470821134007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/105717470821134007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/07/so-i-taught-myself-how-to-draw-in-10.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-105671005754328404</id><published>2003-06-27T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T12:32:03.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can see clearly now, my plate is emptier.   Say what?  Ok... I kept getting comments from people along the lines of "I don't know how you do it, you do so much how do you find the time to rest?" At which point I would admit to myself that I don't, actually, find time to rest.  So I decided to do something about it finally.  Hence, the emptier plate and spring in my step.  What this means now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/105671005754328404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=105671005754328404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/105671005754328404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/105671005754328404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/06/i-can-see-clearly-now-my-plate-is.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-93978683</id><published>2003-05-08T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T03:30:19.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just came back from the States a few days ago. Never managed to make it to a Super Walmart or a Krispy Kreme donut place... better luck next time.Annoyances of the day:  Being in a funk for no reason... air conditioning that runs too cold... when kids don't listen to a *&amp;#$&amp;#$ thing we say... pens with lids that come off and get lost... more to come later :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/93978683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=93978683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/93978683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/93978683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/05/just-came-back-from-states-few-days.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-91041125</id><published>2003-03-19T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T03:06:59.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Attention:  Political rant ahead  If you're not interested in current world events, or fit into one of the two camps I describe here and don't want to read your opinion being challenged then don't F*&amp;%Ing read this!  Now... To the two different camps I see (far right: America can do no wrong, we're fighting for liberty and everyone damned best appreciate us for it, and the far left:  Bush is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/91041125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=91041125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/91041125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/91041125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/03/attention-political-rant-ahead-if.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-89552838</id><published>2003-02-22T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T21:14:13.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Answer to previous quiz  The answer to the previous Video Game annoying sound bite quiz is:  Drum roll please... oh who am i kidding, no one's reading this.... the answer is Grand Theft Auto Three.  Also home to such annoying sound bites as "you bout to get punked out", "take him down!" and various versions of "aaahhhhh"Today I realized that love is not enough to keep your toes warm.  The rug </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/89552838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=89552838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/89552838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/89552838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/02/answer-to-previous-quiz-answer-to.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-89233006</id><published>2003-02-17T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T02:55:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Video Game annoying sound bite quiz:  What video game features this horrible excuse of a Columbian accent saying "big tough yankie boy.. it's nothing for me to shoot you"The winner gets an all expenses paid trip to their own back yard.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/89233006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=89233006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/89233006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/89233006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/02/video-game-annoying-sound-bite-quiz.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-87433497</id><published>2003-01-14T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T02:54:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Rant of incredible import to society as a whole Ok not really, but it is a rant.  Today's rant is about the dead art of correct usage of language.  Specifically, we will be concentrating on phrases.  Some people do not really *know* the phrases they are using.  I saw in the paper today an advertisement for a "rod iron bed".  Now, one would think the person was speaking of a bed made with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/87433497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=87433497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/87433497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/87433497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/01/todays-rant-of-incredible-import-to.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-87403175</id><published>2003-01-13T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-13T21:46:19.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yea! it's Rob's birthday! Happyyy Birthday to youuuuuuuu (be glad this isn't voice equipped)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/87403175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=87403175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/87403175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/87403175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/01/oh-yea-its-robs-birthday-happyyy.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-87403120</id><published>2003-01-13T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-13T21:44:58.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Almost Thursday Sweeetttt!  I leave for London on Thursday and the week is sloooowly inching its way there.  *Sigh*.  Rob's in a class at RAF Lakenheath in England and I'm going to swing out there for the weekend to visit.  Plus I get to see my friend Tana who's stationed there too.  Now if I can just get this "to do" list complete so I can rest while I'm there knowing my house is in order *sigh*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/87403120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=87403120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/87403120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/87403120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/01/almost-thursday-sweeetttt-i-leave-for.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-86823509</id><published>2003-01-02T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T02:42:05.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Killing Eve  So, Clonaid says the first cloned baby, named Eve, has been born.  Tests will soon prove it's a clone they say.  Great.  (read: said with heavy sarcasm).  The arguments made for or against this issue seem to run the vein of two issues:  1.  Pro:  all the possible benefits to the medical community  Con:  the possible defects of said beings  and 2.  The morality of the issue (is it a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/86823509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=86823509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/86823509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/86823509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/01/killing-eve-so-clonaid-says-first.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4051442.post-86796819</id><published>2003-01-01T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T13:07:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A show, to be broadcasted in England on Channel 4, is to show a Chinese performance artist showing pictures of himself eating the flesh of a stillborn baby.  Clip from the article available from Yahoo! News:"In a preview provided to Reuters, Zhu is also shown having a piece of his own body grafted onto a pig. He describes his work as expressing his Christian faith, saying: "Jesus is always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/feeds/86796819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4051442&amp;postID=86796819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/86796819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4051442/posts/default/86796819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marislair.blogspot.com/2003/01/show-to-be-broadcasted-in-england-on.htm' title=''/><author><name>Mari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01728060749745342126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.geocities.com/theblacklioness/i/M05icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
