<?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-18017963</id><updated>2011-11-19T19:55:38.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Yankee in Texas</title><subtitle type='html'>So once upon a time I was liberal...then I was conservative...then I move to one of the most conservative places in the country and guess what...I'm liberal again!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-115688743197397425</id><published>2006-08-29T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:05.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new blog site</title><content type='html'>Well, as you know, i'm leavin the very hot, very humid, very large state of Tejas. My yankee-ness has gotten the better of me. So now I will be posting on a new website.... you can now find me at &lt;a href="http://misscincy.blogspot.com"&gt;misscincy.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. Keep readin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-115688743197397425?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/115688743197397425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=115688743197397425' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115688743197397425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115688743197397425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-blog-site.html' title='A new blog site'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-115626729910042903</id><published>2006-08-22T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:05.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Old video i just remembered&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/DUU06hiwm4w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/DUU06hiwm4w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Has anyone seen this before? It's hilarious. You'll see why as you watch it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-115626729910042903?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/115626729910042903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=115626729910042903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115626729910042903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115626729910042903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/08/old-video-i-just-remembered-has-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-115625711367209984</id><published>2006-08-22T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:05.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Jesus</title><content type='html'>The other day, I was riding in a car on I-75 through Ohio when we passed the scariest looking Jesus I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.solidrockchurch.org/images/king_fount.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I decided to (shocking, I know) look it up on the internet...and found out the exact size of this thing. It's 62 feet tall and weighs 8 tons. Who would want to make a Jesus this big?? The best part is that they said that it was made in Florida and was shipped in pieces up to Ohio. Can you imagine driving next to the truck that's carrying Jesus's face?? How creepy would that be?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently they also have baptisms in the lake in front of the big Jesus. I don't know. Maybe it's because I've watched Jaws and Anaconda and had a traumatic experience on the "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea" ride at Disney World... but I don't like my Jesus coming out of the water like some scary sea creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-115625711367209984?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/115625711367209984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=115625711367209984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115625711367209984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115625711367209984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/08/scary-jesus.html' title='Scary Jesus'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-115565196960744160</id><published>2006-08-15T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:05.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beefing up my blog</title><content type='html'>I'm queen of turning anything into something dirty. Like I can't say the word "nuts" or "hot dog" without snickering. So naturally titling my blog-o-the-day as "beefing up" I kind of laughed and felt uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was reading one of nick-n-lea's friend's blog and it puts mine to shame...and is hilarious. So I will not try to recreate it, but I'll do my best to be more detailed in my blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lea and I went to Los Cucos last night ... the guy who brought us our food has this huge mole on his face ... if you've seen Austin Powers where Fred Savage has that mole on his face, it's almost identical. And I wanted to just keep yelling out "MOLE!" It was gross. Lea said she could see the mole from halfway across the restaurant. It's that big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you've lived in College Station too long when you start complaining about the traffic (on average it takes me 5 minutes to get to work). They're completely re-doing Texas Avenue, which is the busiest street in town. It's driving me nuts. It is going to be absolutely ridiculous in about 1.5 weeks when everyone comes back into town for school. So my road rage level will increase once again when all the freshmen get in town and have no idea where they're going and think you can randomly pull u-turns in the middle of the road and that no one will care. CANT WAIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am going to Cincy tomorrow for a few days...details later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-115565196960744160?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/115565196960744160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=115565196960744160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115565196960744160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115565196960744160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/08/beefing-up-my-blog.html' title='Beefing up my blog'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-115513514138911147</id><published>2006-08-09T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:05.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainwashing Children</title><content type='html'>For the serious fan, there's a website that can help you brainwash your child at a young age to know what school they better love while they're growing up. It's called &lt;a href="www.teambabyentertainment.com"&gt;Team Baby Entertainment&lt;/a&gt; and they have clothes and stuff along with these videos. Here's the sample clip for Texas A&amp;M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teambabyentertainment.com/themes/tbe/video_popup.php?video=aggie_sample.mp4"&gt;Gig 'em&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-115513514138911147?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/115513514138911147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=115513514138911147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115513514138911147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115513514138911147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/08/brainwashing-children.html' title='Brainwashing Children'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-115349215674599322</id><published>2006-07-21T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:05.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workout</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've gotten a little obsessed with Bravo's new show called "Workout"...in true Bravo fashion, they show it like 5 times a day so I've already seen the premiere episode 3 times. I'm already fairly motivated to work out, but this show is really making me want to be in the gym a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Work_Out//index.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-115349215674599322?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/115349215674599322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=115349215674599322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115349215674599322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115349215674599322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/07/workout.html' title='Workout'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-115349012250997342</id><published>2006-07-21T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:05.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate James Blunt</title><content type='html'>And so I'm posting this link because it makes fun of his oh-so-famous song "Beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifeaftercoffee.com/2006/06/14/my-cubicle-song-lyrics/"&gt;My Cubicle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-115349012250997342?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/115349012250997342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=115349012250997342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115349012250997342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115349012250997342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-james-blunt.html' title='I hate James Blunt'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-115262986598765651</id><published>2006-07-11T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:05.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;jon stewart v. bill bennett&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/TkLxVgXSveA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/TkLxVgXSveA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is about a month old, but unfortunately I don't watch tv enough to have caught it the first time around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-115262986598765651?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/115262986598765651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=115262986598765651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115262986598765651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115262986598765651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/07/jon-stewart-v.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-115240999155756557</id><published>2006-07-08T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:05.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inconvenient Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed FlashVars="playerMode=embedded" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#ffffff" id="VideoPlayback" quality="best" salign="TL" scale="noScale" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=2078944470709189270" style="width:400px; height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Just saw this last night...everyone should see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-115240999155756557?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/115240999155756557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=115240999155756557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115240999155756557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115240999155756557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/07/inconvenient-truth.html' title='An Inconvenient Truth'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-115228692741489272</id><published>2006-07-07T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:05.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pittsburgh, NYC and Madonna</title><content type='html'>This is my first week back at work after a few crazy weeks over in the Northeast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conference in Pittsburgh that is basically like a little bit of Vegas every year. Everyone has a good time. This year it was in Pittsburgh. Pittsburgh was kinda cool. It's a pretty cool downtown area and everything. Our hotel was the Hilton but it was an OLD Hilton. The rooms kinda sucked....the funniest part of all is that we have this hospitality room every year. Well, we were too loud this year and they were stupid enough to put our room next to other guests' rooms and so we got kicked out of our own hospitality suite!! Then beth and i went to a different room where they were hanging out and we ended up getting kicked out of there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first full crazy night is always hilarious at the conference...this year was no different. We had a welcome reception and everyone drinks and dances. After that was done, everyone, and i mean everyone from the conference went to this nightclub called "&lt;a href="http://www.touchnightclubpgh.com/"&gt;Touch&lt;/a&gt;." When we got there they were still having a drink special...everything was one dollar. So you can imagine...there were four of us trying to all buy rounds so we immediately had 4 drinks each! Then it was just craziness from that point on. Dancing, drinking, etc. They had people swinging from swings like it really was Vegas only the women swinging were not cute at all. hahaha. At some point in time, a drunk woman stepped on my foot (my foot that only had on heels as well) with her stiletto heel...the next day my right foot was all black and blue. It still actually hurts! :( Here are some pictures of us at Touch...we took the place over and probably made them a month's profits in one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/P6230463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/200/P6230463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/P6230468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/200/P6230468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night pretty much did me in and for the rest of the conference i took it easy on the alcohol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lots of late nights and early mornings, Beth and I left Pittsburgh to head to NYC. Beth hadn't ever been to the Big Apple, and since it's my favorite place I thought we needed to go while we were fairly close to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there midday Tuesday and parked the car in a really good garage called Imperial Parking that didn't charge us too much at all. In fact, it was cheaper than parking in a lot of big cities! And the guy was super nice to us and took good care of Beth's car. After we parked, we walked over to Times Square and looked around. We also went to see &lt;a href="http://www.grandcentralterminal.com/"&gt;Grand Central Station&lt;/a&gt; (one of my favorite spots) and then hopped on a subway to the World Trade Center site. We also walked around to see the financial district and Wall Street. We then went over to Greenwich Village and ate dinner at a sushi place. After that, we went back to get our bags from Beth's car and drug them across Manhattan to my cousin Shannon's apartment on the upper east side. Um, that part wore us out more than the entire day's events. Shannon lives in a studio apartment. She pays well over $1000 per month for something that is probably twice the size of my office. Beth and i were so wiped out. We slept on the futon that Shannon had and she cranked on the air so we were FREEZING. I kept waking up thinking "i'm so cold, i'll never go back to sleep" but sure enough i was exhausted so i did fall asleep again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we woke up and headed over to Central Park. We got to see the "Imagine" thing that was placed in the park after John Lennon was killed in the 80's. I didn't know this, but there's a guy who puts flowers around the Imagine thing every day ... and he arranges them to form a peace sign...here are a few pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/imagine%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/200/imagine%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/imagine%203.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/200/imagine%203.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we knew we could check in to our hotel, we went back to Shannon's and got our bags and took a CAB over to our hotel on 46th in the heart of the Theatre District. The hotel was pretty cheap for NY standards (thanks to beth and her hotwire skills) and was in a great location for us. We didn't know what the room would look like...it was tiny!! basically a bed and a bathroom and hardly any room for our bags! but it was funny and we laughed about it. The room was about 6 feet wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking in, we had some pizza at John's Pizzeria a few blocks away in what used to be a church. Pretty cool, and great pizza. Then we decided to try our luck with scalping some tickets for the Madonna concert. We got down to &lt;a href="http://www.thegarden.com"&gt;Madison Square Garden&lt;/a&gt; and there was NO ONE selling tickets. Beth mentioned that sometimes there are still tickets available for concerts even when you think they're sold out. So we went inside to the ticket window. There were seats available...for either $365 each or $65 each behind the stage. We decided to buy some for the next night and thought if nothing else we could not tell someone they're behind the stage and sell them for $100 and make a profit. Well, they're smart at the old Garden. they stamped "LIMITED VIEW" in huge letters on each ticket. So we were screwed on that deal. We decided that if nothing else we could just stand up during the concert in various locations...we thought that was our only choice really....more on this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to henrietta hudson's, this bar that i went to with Amber once...that's the time i threw half a bagel out of the window and we were getting back to my parents house at 6 a.m. yikes! This time, Beth was designated drunkie, so i was in good shape! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went on one of those "get on get off" bus tours that took us to upper manhattan. it was great! I got to see a lot of the city that I hadn't seen before. We saw &lt;a href="http://www.stjohndivine.org/"&gt;St. John the Divine&lt;/a&gt; Cathedral in Harlem and we got off at a Harlem stop to walk around, shop and see a little bit of the Apollo Theater. We also got a glimpse of where Jay-Z lives and where Michael Douglas lives. We had a seat near the front of the bus on the top where the tour guide was. She got mad at us for talking! Who doesn't talk on a tour bus? I didn't understand that. She was weird anyway. And NOT funny. Then we ended up walking down some of 5th Avenue and saw Rockefeller Center. By now it was about 4:30 so we went to take showers and get ready for the night. My parents had given me money for Beth and I to eat out on them one night. We went to Del Frisco because that's the place my dad had mentioned. Well, we didn't know that it was goign to be crazy packed that night! We had to wait and got served at a table in the upstairs bar (there's a longer story to this about me stalking a guy at one of the tables waiting for him to leave so we could take the table). Anyway, even though we had to wait a while, it was great food and a good price. and our desserts were AMAZING! After that, it was time to see Madonna. I already couldn't believe i was going to be seeing Madonna but you know, i was not sure what to expect with our tickets. Well, it was a tad after 8 and she hadn't gone on yet. So Beth and I get to our seats which didn't seem all that bad. We could still see where she would have been part of the time. So now it's like 830 and she hasn't gone on yet. Beth and I look across to see a HUGE section of seats that are empty. So we decide to move there. We were a little worried someone would check our tickets, but there was NO ONE checking tickets. And these were the GOOD seats. probably the $365 tickets. No one made us leave the entire concert. Madonna went on at 9 and it was crazy! I was going nuts. And when she'd come out on the front catwalk, we were probably 60 yards away from her. It was incredible. I'd put it in my top 3 concerts...the other two being Elton John and the Jimmy Buffett/Alan Jackson/George Strait concert that only happened once ever. That got over at 11ish and Beth and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.the4040club.com/index.cfm?menuitemid=116"&gt;Jay-Z's bar&lt;/a&gt; to meet a friend of hers. Pretty nice place. Good snack food. We didn't see anyone famous, but some young bankers tried to talk to us and tried to impress us with their love of money. Boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we got up to wrap up our trip. We went to see the &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/stli/"&gt;Statue of Liberty&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.southstreetseaport.com/html/"&gt;South Street Seaport&lt;/a&gt;. We also tried to do a little shopping down on Broadway but that was unsuccessful because we were on WEST Broadway. Wow...I can't get over my dumbness on that one. But oh well, I can go back again sometime. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, a great trip. I love New York, so it's hard to not have a great trip there. I must admit, though, it was nice to sleep in my own bed and actually GET some sleep. That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/Paramount%20Hotel%20Room%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-115228692741489272?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/115228692741489272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=115228692741489272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115228692741489272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115228692741489272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/07/pittsburgh-nyc-and-madonna.html' title='Pittsburgh, NYC and Madonna'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-115073091762351797</id><published>2006-06-19T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:05.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Big Buddy Program&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/B1prOLIrua4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/B1prOLIrua4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is probably my favorite ESPN commercial of all time. it's a little rough but you can probably still remember how great it was!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-115073091762351797?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/115073091762351797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=115073091762351797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115073091762351797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/115073091762351797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/06/big-buddy-program-this-is-probably-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-114989233206956716</id><published>2006-06-09T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:05.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;peanut butter jelly time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/IFH0WiZ7ghs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/IFH0WiZ7ghs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can't stop watching this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-114989233206956716?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/114989233206956716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=114989233206956716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114989233206956716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114989233206956716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/06/peanut-butter-jelly-time-i-cant-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-114928353363131169</id><published>2006-06-02T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:04.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>I'm adding a few changes to my blog. Mainly, I'll be putting in a new section of links for you to check out...it will be called Megan's Soapbox. Since most of you know I've gotten kind of opinionated and political again (most of you didn't know me when i was like this before), I thought I should be more vocal (in an internet kind of way). So take a look at the links, they're good ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, I'm donating like 30 bucks next month to &lt;a href="http://www.globalgiving.com/pr/700/proj636a.html"&gt;protecting the rainforest in Brazil&lt;/a&gt; next month when I get paid. It really pisses me off to think that someone who has 10 different cars and 5 mansions (i.e. Britney Spears) could help a lot in the world (some of these things only cost $20,000 to take care of) choose to spend their money on looking cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-114928353363131169?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/114928353363131169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=114928353363131169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114928353363131169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114928353363131169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/06/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-114917768990448701</id><published>2006-06-01T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:04.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a lot of catching up to do</title><content type='html'>I'm going to pull a "Feathers" and do a recap of my life since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw this &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/SHOWBIZ/books/06/01/batwoman.uncloseted.ap/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2006/SHOWBIZ/books/06/01/batwoman.uncloseted.ap/index.html&lt;/a&gt; about Batwoman. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth and I are going to NYC after a conference we're going to be at in Pittsburgh, if you didn't know. Well, Beth is always talking about her success on Hotwire in finding deals. So we're looking up hotels in the city, which a good deal is anything under $200 for any hotel that's not a dump. We found one for $161 each night ($188 w/taxes) at a 3-star hotel in Times Square. Well, when we actually purchased it and we looked it up and it's more like a 4-star hotel and is super fancy! It's called the &lt;a href="http://www.nycparamount.com/"&gt;Paramount&lt;/a&gt;. We're pretty pumped about it. There's a Dean and Deluca in the lobby for Pete's sake. And it's so close to everything. Now we just have to find some parking. The wonderful (cough) valet service at the Paramount costs $50 per day. So we're looking elsewhere, since we will have Beth's car but we won't need to use it at all while we're there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday morning at 1:30 a.m. I finally finished the academic handbook and planner. I don't know what to do with all my free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize I was stressed about it until I talked to Beth and she told me last night that she didn't want to get off the phone with me quite yet because I was in such a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day weekend, Scott visited Austin/College Station. Scott is someone I met in Vegas and at the time he was about to go back over to Iraq. I told him I'd write him while he was there and we've remained friends. So it was fun to see him again and hang out. Of course he also got to experience all of my crazy friends when we went out Saturday night to Madhatter's. Many many more shots of the shocker were taken and we were all being goofy. I have added a few of the best pics. All of them can be viewed by going &lt;a href="http://s83.photobucket.com/albums/j292/wats13/Madhatters%205%2027%2006/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j292/wats13/Madhatters%205%2027%2006/dbceb129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j292/wats13/Madhatters%205%2027%2006/dbceb129.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j292/wats13/Madhatters%205%2027%2006/51485312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j292/wats13/Madhatters%205%2027%2006/51485312.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j292/wats13/Madhatters%205%2027%2006/40e5a073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j292/wats13/Madhatters%205%2027%2006/40e5a073.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j292/wats13/Madhatters%205%2027%2006/89ad373f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j292/wats13/Madhatters%205%2027%2006/89ad373f.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j292/wats13/Madhatters%205%2027%2006/f985954a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j292/wats13/Madhatters%205%2027%2006/f985954a.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were also here a few weeks ago and we had a "Game Night" over at Tami and Andrew's after Ashlynn was in bed. We played Mexican Train Dominoes and Cranium. My dad had a little too much to drink and spilled TWO beers! Way to represent the Watsons, Dad. Everyone thought it was funny. The not-so-funny part of the night was when it was a "Club Cranium" and Nick, Andrew and I had to act out the person of "missionary" to our respective teams charade-style. Well, you know the easiest way to do that. But Andrew and I stayed classy and tried to show an actual missionary while Nick was wiggling around on the floor trying to portray the missionary position. It was hilarious but very embarassing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-114917768990448701?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/114917768990448701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=114917768990448701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114917768990448701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114917768990448701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-have-lot-of-catching-up-to-do.html' title='I have a lot of catching up to do'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j292/wats13/Madhatters%205%2027%2006/th_dbceb129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-114721972161482453</id><published>2006-05-09T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:04.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>I am obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last quest game on the Da Vinci Code thing on Google. I've been playing it for three weeks and it all ends tomorrow. Then what will I do to avoid work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God tomorrow is the last day of finals. I need a break from students!!! They mean well but they're so needy! AAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew and I went to Downtown Bryan tonight to look at property for sale. Drew's dreaming of opening some kind of bar in the area ... we found a pretty cool place that used to be Charlies Furniture. It has a lot of potential but only has like 3.5 walls and no roof. But I think it could be amazing. I'd go. I'd probably have to go, though, if Drew owned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents come to town this weekend. I must admit, I'm excited. I'm making my dad bring this dominoes game with him and I'm inviting some friends over to play so they see what it's like to play games Watson-Style. My dad acts like this is a ridiculous idea and that our family plays games like everyone else. WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexie has taken to climbing up Rodney's chase lounge that sits up against the wall. the long side is going up the wall, so it's a good 6 foot jump for my cat. But she does it in one leap and sits up there like she's queen of the place. Maybe she really is barnyard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-114721972161482453?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/114721972161482453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=114721972161482453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114721972161482453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114721972161482453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-tuesday.html' title='It&apos;s Tuesday!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-114684128595355283</id><published>2006-05-05T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:04.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Just In ...</title><content type='html'>1. Drew is obsessed with CNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm sick of people who quack up and down the hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. iTunes is annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's Cinco de Drinko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-114684128595355283?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/114684128595355283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=114684128595355283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114684128595355283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114684128595355283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-just-in.html' title='This Just In ...'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-114583741580497825</id><published>2006-04-23T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:04.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Blog 2</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay. Now, sit back and relax as I tell another story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Chilifest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20,000 drunk people, 10,000 cases of Miller Lite, 5 musical acts, and 30 port-a-potties. Once a year in April people drive out to Snook, Texas - a town 15 miles from College Station to get drunk and hang out with their friends...or complete strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I don't remember all that I say or do at Chilifest. One year a Chilifest team had one of those little kiddy horses that you put a quarter in and ride for like 2 minutes...yeah, i rode it. It was free! Another year after Chilifest, I ended up at the Tap after drinking all day and Lea and I did the running man at the bar all night. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But two years ago, I was driving Brooke and I back from Chilifest. Now I feel that I was in decent shape to drive. that doesn't mean I wasn't a little nervous about the possibility of a police officer pulling me over just to "check" to make sure I was okay to drive. After Chilifest gets over every year, there are usually cops lined up and down the highway pulling people over. This particular year, I had even heard that if anyone's appendages (i.e. a leg, an arm, etc.) was hanging out of your vehicle, the cops were going to pull you over anyway, as if an arm out the window indicates drunkeness. So I had that idea in my head somewhere. Well, as I'm on the highway driving back from Chilifest, I look in my rearview mirror and a cop is following me. So I'm already stressed. Thankfully he never pulled me over or anything...but once we got back on the main road leading into College Station, the cop went around me and was up near this truck of a few guys who had also been at Chilifest. The guy riding shotgun had his leg HANGING out of the window. And so me, trying to be the nice Chilifest friend, wanted to get these guys' attentions so I could tell them to put their legs back in the car. But the cop is in front of me. I don't want to draw attention to myself by honking the horn at these guys. So instead, i decide a bird calling tactic (??) and I scream "cuckoo, cuckoo" out the window. Because that is normal. Anyway, i finally get the guy's attention and i kind of make this motion for him to put his leg in the car and i point at the cop car thinking he's going to completely understand what i'm telling him and he's going to thank me. Um, insted of that, he looks at me like i'm crazy and then make s a rude gesture that is NOT flipping me off...one might describe the gesture as something a guy might do when he's "bored".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for trying to be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-114583741580497825?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/114583741580497825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=114583741580497825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114583741580497825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114583741580497825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/04/flashback-blog-2.html' title='Flashback Blog 2'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-114529173608022421</id><published>2006-04-17T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:04.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio jingles, ET and pixies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bobmeyers.com/images/Chicago/roscoe"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I went to Chicago to meet Beth's parents and hang out in Chicago. I will admit that I never thought Chicago was all that great, but it's definitely been good to get back and realize it's a great city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.planet99.com/pix/10233_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.planet99.com/pix/10233_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of crazy antics happened this weekend. Friday night when I arrived we ate dinner at Portillo's, which I haven't had in probably 7 years, and it still tastes amazing. We were in downtown Chicago and of course Beth asks this guy where she can find parking close by...he tells her to park on the other side of the building (on the left side of this picture to the left) in the loading zone and put her flashers on. haha. So we do that. We almost got ticketed by the cops, but they let us go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we met out my friend Amber and a bunch of her friends along with some of Beth's friends at a bar called &lt;a href="http://www.roscoes.com/"&gt;Roscoe's&lt;/a&gt;. Great fun. Amber asked me to do the Peanuts dance...you know, the guy who just turns his head left and right while he dances &lt;a href="http://www.warforever.com/mt-static/graphics/visuals/comic-peanuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="174" alt="" src="http://www.warforever.com/mt-static/graphics/visuals/comic-peanuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in place and the rest of his body doesn't really move...and of course we took that to a new level and tried to do that dance to rap music. We were kinda tipsy! And then the Britney Spears dance showed up and made my night. You just have to see it to understand it. Amber also timed people at the bathroom in this bar. Okay, it was a gay bar for men, but you should still have more than one stall for women. Anyways Amber apparently has a timer on her phone and was telling people how long they took in the bathroom. It ended up being a race, I think. There was also some part about how when Amber went to the bathroom and got done so fast, someone in line accused her of not washing her hands. Amber held up her hands and made the girl smell them to see that she actually did wash them and that they were clean. So we finally decided to leave. It was cold outside and we were trying to leave there and find another fun bar but ended up just heading back to Amber's apartment which was a few blocks from where we were at. I made the mistake of saying (on our walk) something bad about the Cubs. Amber turned around and slugged me right in the gut with her purse (which i think contained an anvil). After whining for a minute, we were to Amber's place where some of the others from the bar had already been for a while. Jen was there. Jen is one of Amber's old roommates and all i can say is that she was making me laugh so hard because she kept singing the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Menards"&gt;Menards&lt;/a&gt; jingle. It goes "you save big money, you save big money when you shop Menards" and she did this little ho-down dance with it that i can't get out of my head. Then we got to see Matt do his impression of Lord of the Dance. It was hilarious. Jen paid him 5 bucks to do it, thinking he was ACTUALLY a professional riverdance person. [Personal side note about Menards...the guy who did the commercials was hilarious and scary at the same time...if you click on that link from Menards you can see a pic of him.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we got up and walked around downtown Chicago. I also ate at &lt;a href="http://www.webergrillrestaurant.com/index.html"&gt;Weber Grill&lt;/a&gt; which was really good. Saturday afternoon we went to Beth's house and I met her parents. They're so much like my parents, it's kind of funny. We chatted with them for a while and then we had to get ready and go out with Beth's twin friends who were celebrating their birthdays. We went to this hibachi steakhouse place which was really fun. Her two friends, Leslie and Michelle, are hilarious. They talk in high voices when they get excited and they just love Beth. It's funny to watch. So she calls them pixies. They kind of are. There were 10 of us at dinner. At the end of the night they bring out cake and fruit to the birthday guests and Leslie told the waiter that it was also my birthday (when they found out it was my birthday, Leslie and Michelle got so excited in a pixie kind of way) so they got me involved in the free dessert too! The waiter takes Polaroid pics for each of us with the group, so I have a little memory of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we got up and went to church...me, Beth and her parents all went. This lady walked in with a terrible outfit on and Beth's dad leaned over and said "Easter BOMB"...haha. There was also an orchestra from Wales (who does that??) visiting and performed for Easter. They were probably in high school I'd guess...anyway, this one guy's hair was puffed up so much and he just looked a little crazy. Again, Beth's dad leaned over because the guy had disappeared for a bit then reappeared. He said "I think he went and smoked a joint and came back." hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.demianaiello.com.ar/weblog/images/eliot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="198" alt="" src="http://www.demianaiello.com.ar/weblog/images/eliot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After church, we went back to Beth's house and ate lunch. Sooooo good. I was so full. We chatted again and then I remembered that I had to prove a point from the E.T. movie to Beth. If you watch near the end, there's a part where E.T. (well, there's another part too where Elliot says it) says "I'll be right here." and he says it to Elliot. Well, Beth and I inhale and talk and that's what i say (well, I also say "i'll be alright" because that's what I originally thought the line was from E.T.). She thought I was making up the E.T. part so when I knew they had a copy of E.T. downstairs, i plopped it in the VCR to prove I wasn't stupid. the best part is that when I was trying to find the part, I stopped RIGHT at the right spot. So it was like, "PLAY" and there E.T. was, saying the line. Don't question my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Sunday night after a lovely 3.5 hour delay. I got back to College Station this morning at 4 a.m. Good times...but "I'll be allllright."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-114529173608022421?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/114529173608022421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=114529173608022421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114529173608022421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114529173608022421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/04/radio-jingles-et-and-pixies.html' title='Radio jingles, ET and pixies'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-114497539668770933</id><published>2006-04-13T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:04.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Blog #1</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, my dad wanted to make a huge burm (that’s a Bob Buzz Word) in our backyard. So Bob buys a big truckload of dirt for the back yard and dumps it in our front yard near the curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were a middle class family, but Alex and I did our best to make ourselves look like white trash. So when the big dirt pile arrived, Alex and I saw it as a playground. We each had “dirt clothes” that my mom decided we could wear every day and not wash. It was gross, but it made sense then and I really think it’s hilarious now. One day we even made a throne out of the dirt and took turns being dirt royalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally going to go to Salvation Army or a garage sale someday and buy my kids crappy old clothing so they can play out in mud whenever they want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-114497539668770933?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/114497539668770933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=114497539668770933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114497539668770933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114497539668770933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/04/flashback-blog-1.html' title='Flashback Blog #1'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-114436508076403377</id><published>2006-04-06T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:04.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indiana</title><content type='html'>I got back from Indiana earlier this week. I went to visit Beth in Terre Haute, somewhere I've never been. I really had a blast while I was there. I miss the Midwest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I ate when I got there was a shake and fries from Steak n Shake. YUM. You just can't find fat like that anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first full day I was there in Terre Haute I met all of Beth's friends. Or at least some of them. She had to work so I got to see her office and meet some of the people she works with. Me and Beth went to dinner at a sushi place (soooo good and sooo overdue). Then later that night we went and met some more people at BW3's and drank and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, me, Beth, Gina and another friend who shall remain nameless (long story) went to a winery in Bloomington. Gina never drinks and actually tried some wine! Impressive. Then we all met up with Jen who works at IU and we went to a great restaurant in Bloomington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the big PAR-TAY at Beth's. Apparently letting Tory be in control is a dangerous thing...there was a "blending station" for the frozen drinks and if you didn't want to pay for the keg, you had to dress up as something to get in for free. There were some tourists, Paul Bunyon made an appearance, there were some people in their pajamas and Beth dressed like it was St. Patty's Day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, Saturday's party basically lasted until 6 a.m. and so we didn't get up til like 2 p.m. on Sunday. The day was spent eating dinner and watching women's basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we went to Indy to go to Broad Ripple and shop a little. Then we went to Jillian's downtown and met up with Amber and some of her friends who were in town for the Final Four. We were going to go to the game, but Beth and I really didn't care about spending the money for two teams we didn't much care for. But it was fun to hang out w/Amber...we bowled at Jillians and spent some money on games at Jillian's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip seemed really short, actually, but it was a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-114436508076403377?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/114436508076403377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=114436508076403377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114436508076403377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114436508076403377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/04/indiana.html' title='Indiana'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-114258161655125741</id><published>2006-03-16T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:04.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Josh would say, "The weather is lovely in Florida...and it's lovlier in Bracketville"</title><content type='html'>We just beat Syracuse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure it's totally sunk in yet. But we just beat Syracuse. I'm so tired from being tense. I still can't relax. You don't understand how LOUD the Aggie section was. We were amazing. Ugh...but you can tell that Aggies still aren't really true basketball fans yet. Here are a few examples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There was a Syracuse fan in our section. He was annoying, yes, but he was really just cheering for his team. Annoying or not, I can't blame him. People in our section couldn't believe he would do such a thing...yet there were some Aggie fans in a non-Aggie section doing the same thing and that's apparently different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There's a guy who was sitting behind me who didn't know who Jim Boeheim was...but was trying to taunt him...okay, you can't do that if you had to ask someone who the Syracuse coach is. Hi, he's in the hall of fame. Just stop talking. Stop telling people you're from A&amp;amp;M because you're embarrassing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. People yelling "overrated" with 5 minutes left in the game. First of all, they're not rated. Second of all, these people don't understand that a lot can happen in a game in 1 minute let alone 5. I wanted to hold up a big sign that said "I'm not from Texas and I'm an actual basketball fan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When the other team is yelling "let's go orange" and our fans try to mimic that by saying "let's go aggies"...okay, be creative...don't just take the same chant and change the words...again, embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my experience was good. The refs let them play and they were pretty good (unlike Big 12 refs). I was so into the game that i didn't realize there were 2 minutes left in the game and we were ahead. I was so stressed. The team is pumped. The great thing about them is that they're so unselfish. And such genuinely good guys. And Coach loves them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take on LSU on Saturday around 6. I cannot wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-114258161655125741?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/114258161655125741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=114258161655125741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114258161655125741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114258161655125741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-josh-would-say-weather-is-lovely-in.html' title='As Josh would say, &quot;The weather is lovely in Florida...and it&apos;s lovlier in Bracketville&quot;'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-114221666585132810</id><published>2006-03-12T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:04.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Dance &amp; Tennis Tailgating</title><content type='html'>Sunday afternoon was pretty cool. I've always watched "Selection Sunday" on television. And you know they always show the teams getting excited when they've been selected to go to the NCAA Tourney. To actually be there in the room when the team you work with is selected is totally different. The guys were all so nervous and when they were shown up on the screen in the bracket, they went NUTS. It was so great. They were all so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning was also pretty great. We tailgate for college tennis around here. Since today's match started at 11:30, everyone brought brunch foods...and the alcohol was bloody marys, screwdrivers and mimosas. There were probably about 15-20 of us there. It's awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-114221666585132810?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/114221666585132810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=114221666585132810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114221666585132810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114221666585132810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/03/big-dance-tennis-tailgating.html' title='The Big Dance &amp; Tennis Tailgating'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-114160057930840453</id><published>2006-03-05T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:04.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a song in my head</title><content type='html'>It's those damn Black Eyed Peas again... these are the few phrases that I sing over and over again and they won't go away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"pump it"&lt;br /&gt;-"louder!"&lt;br /&gt;-"turn it up" (which to some sounds like me singing "Jesus Christ Superstar")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had gotten rid of it, but I got in Rodney's car today and he was blasting it from a CD. So it's back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-114160057930840453?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/114160057930840453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=114160057930840453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114160057930840453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114160057930840453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-song-in-my-head.html' title='I have a song in my head'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-114020916546246320</id><published>2006-02-17T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:04.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a kid again</title><content type='html'>Somehow I found this website today called &lt;a href="http://www.retrojunk.com"&gt;Retrojunk&lt;/a&gt; ... and I'm pretty sure it's one of the greatest websites I've ever seen. I've been looking at old tv commercials all day. I had totally forgotten some of this stuff! Like Giggles cookies?? And I forgot there were Karate Kid action figures. Holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.retrojunk.com/details_commercial/964/"&gt;Eat your heart out Ralph Maccio!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.retrojunk.com/details_commercial/519/"&gt;Oh yeaaaahhhhhhh!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.retrojunk.com/details_commercial/75/"&gt;One to grow on...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.retrojunk.com/details_commercial/1306/"&gt;Corn Pops (with a prize inside!!!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.retrojunk.com/details_commercial/896/"&gt;I think we JUST got rid of these&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.retrojunk.com/details_commercial/482/"&gt;I have the powerrrr!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.retrojunk.com/details_commercial/116/"&gt;M.A.S.K.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.retrojunk.com/details_commercial/71/"&gt;Who didn't have a ton of these?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.retrojunk.com/details_tvshows/6-ducktales/401/#intro"&gt;Ducktales, woo-oo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.retrojunk.com/details_tvshows/196-punky-brewster/"&gt;Punky!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.retrojunk.com/details_tvshows/386-todays-special/"&gt;Hocus Pocus Alamagocus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many commercials...&lt;a href="http://www.retrojunk.com/list_tvshows/1980/pop-1/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is the link to the main page of the 80's show intros!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-114020916546246320?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/114020916546246320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=114020916546246320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114020916546246320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114020916546246320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-feel-like-kid-again.html' title='I feel like a kid again'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-114014714525475201</id><published>2006-02-16T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:04.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, this is an audio thing? I think? I'm testing it out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a class="audLink" href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/103765/312916.mp3"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-114014714525475201?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/114014714525475201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=114014714525475201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114014714525475201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/114014714525475201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/02/um-this-is-audio-thing-i-think-im.html' title='Um, this is an audio thing? I think? I&apos;m testing it out'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113986406125675971</id><published>2006-02-13T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:04.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>President's Day 2006 timeline extravaganza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/95%20brooke%20megan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/200/95%20brooke%20megan.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; President's Day Celebration Co-Founders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After discussions with President's Day patron, "Feathers" Martin (which is officially his new nickname and he should consider making it a second IM name), it was decided to have a play-by-play or running timeline of the night's events. Feathers Martin will then review it and any editing and/or additions will be made. Also after discussions with "Tracy from Houston", I thought I should also mention the fact that I have no idea when things occurred after about 10 p.m. and that the following information is slightly falsified, slightly untrue and from a time when I was slightly drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:40 PM - Beth and I pick up Lea ... on the car ride, she uses the word "preggers." &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/6%20dry%20bean.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/200/6%20dry%20bean.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7:45 PM - Beth, Lea and I arrive at Northgate and head to the Dry Bean for a shot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7:49 PM - Some random guy at the Dry Bean has already made Beth feel welcome in Texas by saying he doesn't like liberals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8:05 PM - Beth, Lea and I arrive at Logan's to begin the par-tay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8:06 PM - Waitress takes our order, notices we have a big plastic bag full of party favors and asks "Are a lot of people joining you? ... How many?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8:10 PM - Brooke arrives with even more party favors, including a horrible looking button that is red white and blue but kinda looks like the official flag of France. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8:11 PM - Lea finds the glowsticks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8:20 PM - Our TRUE tables open up at the front of the bar after a group of Happy Hour People leave. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8:21 PM - We claim our tables and set up camp. I open up the centerpiece to put on a table ... I didn't realize how HUGE it was. Holy moly! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8:30ish - More people arrive ... Steve, AD, Rodney, Kori, Lauren, Lindsey, Homer ... and we take a fun big group picture. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/13%20group%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/200/13%20group%20pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/16%20trixie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/200/16%20trixie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8:31 PM - Rodney hands me his Sharpie that I asked him to bring for the nametags (this is important for later on). Obviously you cannot use your regular name for the nametag. It's either a nickname that you've had for a while, your &lt;a href="http://www.ubersite.com/m/13281"&gt;porn name&lt;/a&gt;, something random...just don't let it be your real name. Some of the names I can remember are: Crackie, Tracy from Houston, Feathers, Papa Smurf, Trixie McBimbo, Copper Frenchie, The Great Dane, Claymation, Hot Chocolate, White Chocolate, Rick James Bitch, and Moose. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8:45 PM - Sherrice thought she lost her ring. We were looking everywhere for it. Guess what? It was in her purse the whole time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9:00 PM - We "lei" the bartenders at Logan's ... they're gonna hate us later, may as well be nice now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9:30 PM - They decide to open up the front door at Logan's and keep it propped open. Dear God it is freezing outside! Artic blast alert. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10:00 PM - It's finally starting to pick up at Logan's. I think I'm on my 3rd drink maybe? I don't know. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/28%20andrew.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/200/28%20andrew.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11:10 PM - Andrew, Drew and Tami FINALLY arrive ... Andrew and Drew have shirts on that are patriotic and disturbing ... Andrew's shirt says "I WANT YOU" with a picture of Uncle Sam &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/29%20drew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/200/29%20drew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on it doing the "shocker" with his hand and in between "want" and "you" it says "to shock" in really really small type. hahaha. On the back of Andrew's shirt it has a hand doing the shocker and a hand doing the "packer"...please just figure that one out for yourself because I am done explaining it. Drew's shirt says "Shockin the Nation the American Way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following mini-blog is from "Feathers" Martin...he had his own timeline for pre-Prez Day...hahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Drew's Alternate Universe President's Day timeline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I was supposed to be at the President's Day pre-party, which started with shots at the Dry Bean. I didn't quite make it. In retrospect, it's probably a good thing I didn't, else I might be dead now . . . but I digress. Here's what was going on behind the scenes leading up to the best President's Day ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:10 p.m. Tami, Andrew, Rob and I order take-out from Johnny Carino's. We feel the need to get carb-loaded for the festivities&lt;br /&gt;6:41 p.m. Text message from Megan announcing Dry Bean at 7:30 will kick-off President's Day; Andrew, Rob and I are still at Carino's waiting on our food, which should have been ready by now. Apparently everyone in B/CS has the craving for Italian on Saturday night. It was freakin' packed.&lt;br /&gt;6:50 p.m. The bartender chick finally realizes that our food has, in fact, been ready the whole time but someone else's was on top of it. She didn't even say sorry. Andrew was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;7:00 p.m. We sit down to eat at Tami and Andrew's and come to the full realization that there is no way I am making the 7:30 dry bean adventure.&lt;br /&gt;7:30 p.m. I'm definitely not at the Dry Bean&lt;br /&gt;8:00 p.m. Dinner is officially over and Rob announces he is not going to go to President's Day because he is wiped out from baseball and basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so somewhere in this time period Andrew and I have started working on our attire for the evening -- that's right: homemade Shocker T-Shirts! Complete with&lt;br /&gt;Americana emblems just for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 p.m. The babysitter shows up. Tami has arranged for Crystal to watch Ashlynn. She works at the Church daycare or is at least associated with the church somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew and I have never met Crystal (this is important later). We still have huge graphics of Uncle Sam shooting the shocker, the shocker with an American flag in it, and the shocker and packer silhouettes on the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;8:35 p.m. Tami shows Crystal how to work the DVR so she can watch movies while we are gone. Andrew and I are still trying to figure out how we're going to make these shirts without the nice church girl, who we don't know, seeing what 12-year-olds we are. Tami goes in their bedroom to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;8:40 p.m. Crystal starts watching "In Good Company" (Toeffer Grace and Dennis Quaid).&lt;br /&gt;8:45 p.m. We realize that Tami is in bed. She is not feeling well from the Arby's she had for lunch. She is deciding whether to go or not. Meanwhile Crystal is left by herself with Andrew and I. Not much conversation is going on. 9:00 p.m. I leave to go home to change clothes and stop by Wal-Mart to get more toner for the printer and transfer paper because we are out of color toner and only have 2 sheets of paper left.&lt;br /&gt;9:30 p.m. I'm back, but we figure out that I have gotten black toner instead of&lt;br /&gt;color. I am helpful.&lt;br /&gt;9:40 p.m. Crystal is over half-way though the movie. We are still there. This is weird. 9:45 p.m. It hits us that Logan's might have a dress code which will require us to wear a collared shirt. Panic. I call Megan to find out if they have one. She&lt;br /&gt;says no and asks when we will be there. I say 10:15. I lied.&lt;br /&gt;9:47 p.m. Andrew doesn't trust anyone, so he calls Logan's and finds out that there is no dress code, so we can wear our t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;10:10 p.m. Andrew is still toying with trying to get the "refilled" toner cartridge to work better. I inform him that it is now 10:10, and we are still nowhere near ready to go. Andrew tells me to quit being smug in his mean voice, and I get overly sensitive and pout.&lt;br /&gt;10:15 p.m. I have sat down in the den with Crystal and am pouting but pretending to watch the movie. Tami starts warming up the iron to transfer the newly created designs onto our shirts.&lt;br /&gt;10:20 p.m. I go back in their bathroom. Andrew apologizes. I acknowledge my over&lt;br /&gt;sensitivity. We are friends again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;10:21 p.m. Tami suggests I relax and have a beer. I concur. Andrew also has a beer.&lt;br /&gt;10:25 p.m. Tami starts ironing on the art.&lt;br /&gt;10:30 p.m. The shirts are done, and now Tami has decided she is going to go and changes clothes.&lt;br /&gt;10:40 p.m. We are dressed and ready to go. Tami goes in to talk to Crystal and Andrew and I sneak out the back way in our offensive attire.&lt;br /&gt;10:45 p.m. We're in two cars now because Tami may want to leave early since she still has that "not-so-hot" feeling in her stomach.&lt;br /&gt;11:00 p.m. We are in the Northgate area, but all parking is gone. I have no cash, so I can't get in the garage. Tami and Andrew scrape together 4 bucks between them, so they can park there.&lt;br /&gt;11:05 p.m. I find a parking space. about 3 blocks past the garage.&lt;br /&gt;11:10 p.m. We make our grand entrance to President's Day 2006! I proceed to suck down several Red Bull + Vodkas and get plowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZINESS ENSUES AFTER THIS TIME PERIOD, including nametags ("Claymation" &amp; "Feathers"), glow sticks, hats, centerpieces, stickers, Jell-O shots, kissing Beth, groping Beth, shooting the shocker and packer countless times and some guy throwing up on the floor behind me. Andrew closes out my tab for me. He signs it: YEAH DRUNK BOY!!! Andrew drives Beth and Megan home and then me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:15 PM - The real picture-taking begins I think at this point. By the end of the night, we had taken 90 pictures on Beth's camera. Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rest of the timeline is going to be called At Some Point (or ASP b/c my hands are already getting tired from typing)... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ASP - Jay (female) arrives and hits on Rodney. hahaha. That's just fun to type. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ASP - I molested a former golfer named Logan. He's so great, but probably wasn't ready for drunk Megan to tell him how great he was. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ASP - Another Logan, a current athlete, sees us and laughs at us, steals my glowing bracelet, and takes a picture of himself with Beth's camera. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ASP - Josh and Brian arrive and are harassed by me and then harassed by Brooke. Brian and I do the best we can to completely recreate Oprah's Favorite Things 50th Birthday Celebration. Ugg boooots! haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ASP - Shuon Madden and Khaled el Dorry arrive ... both former tennis players. Shuon (pronounced like Sean/Shawn) is just hot. He just is...but he's actually pretty modest. I insist on pronouncing his name phoenetically all night ... so it came out like Shoe-on. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/50%20ginny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/200/50%20ginny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ASP - Ginny, another former golfer, drinks her beer with a straw...but it's not really a straw...yep, it's the flag "stem" or whatever you'd call it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ASP - Lauren, Brooke's roommate, decides to take President's Day to the commonfolk and walks around the bar handing out stickers and nametags. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ASP - Andrew and Beth thought it would be fun to start putting stickers on beer glasses and then they thought it'd be even more fun to start WRITING on the glasses with the Sharpie. Oh boy, Logan's hates me and my friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ASP - Drew decides that the centerpiece needs to be in pictures...lots of pictures...oh, and in dirty ways...with the glowstick. Beth joins in.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/73%20gross%20drew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/200/73%20gross%20drew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/200/76%20beth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ASP - Drew wants to be a &lt;a href="http://unicornjelly.com/aeala.html"&gt;unicorn&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/44%20megan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/200/44%20megan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ASP - Someone takes a sticker and puts it on my forehead ... people at the bar ask me if I know that I have a sticker on my forehead. Duh of course I do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ASP - Someone shouts "I love &lt;a href="http://furries.urbanup.com/976476"&gt;Furries&lt;/a&gt;!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ASP - Someone puked on the floor and apparently got kicked out of the bar...but they didn't clean up the puke and we had to be the Puke Police and tell people to watch where they were stepping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights finally came on around 2:00 AM and we started to leave. Andrew drove Beth and me home ... and oh yeah, i didn't close out my tab. It's actually still at the bar as I type this. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say, this is probably the best President's Day yet! Can't wait for next year! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113986406125675971?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113986406125675971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113986406125675971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113986406125675971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113986406125675971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/02/presidents-day-2006-timeline.html' title='President&apos;s Day 2006 timeline extravaganza'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113985716579591942</id><published>2006-02-13T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:03.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovering</title><content type='html'>Saturday night (for those of you who fell of the Earth or forgot) was the annual President's Day celebration. It lived up to all the hype and was probably the best President's Day celebration so far!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the craziness included:&lt;br /&gt;-using glowsticks in "dirty" ways&lt;br /&gt;-writing on drink glasses with permanent marker&lt;br /&gt;-putting stickers on EVERYONE who walked in&lt;br /&gt;-the bartenders asking us NOT to pass out anymore stickers&lt;br /&gt;-molesting student-athletes&lt;br /&gt;-the shocker/the packer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some pictures soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113985716579591942?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113985716579591942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113985716579591942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113985716579591942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113985716579591942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/02/recovering.html' title='Recovering'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113892175758543628</id><published>2006-02-02T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:03.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me tell you a story about a man named PEEP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.marshmallowpeeps.com/images/val_06/images/home_main_val06_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really a man, but an annoying little sugar poop-lookin-thing that they sell during major holidays. It used to just be an Easter thing but now the Peep People (haha) have decided that peeps should be for every holiday....because they're just so darn cute and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at the request of &lt;a href="http://www.mueschke.com"&gt;Lea&lt;/a&gt;, I am writing this blog because she wanted a written record of the Peeps stories I have... and she was reminded when she saw me driving today in my car (with the big stuffed yellow peep hangin from my rearview mirror).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to understand my family to understand this &lt;a href="http://www.marshmallowpeeps.com/"&gt;Peep&lt;/a&gt; thing...well, maybe you just need to understand that they enjoy causing emotional pain in their children's lives. So my parents know i hate Peeps. They've known since I was like 5. But they LOVE to see me get fired up about stuff, so they send me Peeps EVERY year...sometimes at several holidays. Usually there's a little message from my mother on a post-it note. It usually says something about Happy Easter and then always is followed with "It just ain't Easter without those crazy Peeps! Peep! Peep!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents do have their nice moments...they've sent me a Bunny Peep key chain (which now hangs in my car) ... and a beanbag stuffed original Peep that is in my office. Mostly, though, it's the marshmallow kind that just suck...and do you know they don't expire for like 5 years???? Who wants some Peeps now??? It's just pure chemicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say the best Peep moment was when my parents sent us Halloween bat Peeps a few years ago. It was Bat Peeps, candy corn and a few toys. My brother &lt;a href="http://skipovich.blogspot.com"&gt;Alex &lt;/a&gt;not only hates Peeps, he hates candy corn. So he called me and asked if I got the package from mom and dad... he was so mad that he said he was going to throw up in the box and send it back to them. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew they were gonna have Valentines Peeps...it was only a matter of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://www.marshmallowpeeps.com/images/about/peeps_all_seasons/vday_pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://www.marshmallowpeeps.com/images/about/peeps_all_seasons/vday2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113892175758543628?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113892175758543628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113892175758543628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113892175758543628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113892175758543628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/02/let-me-tell-you-story-about-man-named.html' title='Let me tell you a story about a man named PEEP'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113883581649609187</id><published>2006-02-01T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:03.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is something I hear probably once a day...</title><content type='html'>Okay, well not the exact story, but definitely the accent. F that, my accent is MUCH less annoying than the twang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chumfm.com/MorningShow/bits/march24.swf"&gt;http://www.chumfm.com/MorningShow/bits/march24.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113883581649609187?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113883581649609187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113883581649609187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113883581649609187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113883581649609187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-something-i-hear-probably-once.html' title='This is something I hear probably once a day...'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113883498961401702</id><published>2006-02-01T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:03.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113883498961401702?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113883498961401702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113883498961401702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113883498961401702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113883498961401702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113883471684622044</id><published>2006-02-01T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:03.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck</title><content type='html'>Yeah, i suck at keeping this up...you don't understand, though. I have a media guide that I have to get done in like 4 days, i have to co-host a superbowl party (i'm making puppy chow/muddy buddys)(both of those sound gross), Presidents Day (see below) is less than 2 weeks away and I have to clean my house for a visitor, work is crazy...so i'm sorry. I've had to choose between my beloved blog and gettin dolla bills y'all. Which would you go with? In case you don't know the answer, ask Arbusto (look it up in Spanish) what he cares more about...the people or all the money he has in oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today is football signing day. I think it's funny that everyone thinks I have the inside track to this stuff. Really, I'm just a glorified advisor. I'm not special...sometimes i get free gear, but that's about as far as the insider-ness goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, that's all i have time for. Keep it real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113883471684622044?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113883471684622044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113883471684622044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113883471684622044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113883471684622044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-suck.html' title='I suck'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113830029490949993</id><published>2006-01-26T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:03.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words that are a little embarrassing to say...</title><content type='html'>Shih Tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underpants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll think of more and add them later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113830029490949993?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113830029490949993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113830029490949993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113830029490949993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113830029490949993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/01/words-that-are-little-embarrassing-to.html' title='Words that are a little embarrassing to say...'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113702176966000682</id><published>2006-01-11T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:03.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Annual President's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/Brooke%20and%20the%20hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/Brooke%20and%20the%20hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I sent out the Evite (yes, Evite is another obsession I have...for more obsessions, see my previous blog entry about Facebook) (and while we're on the topic, I'm also obsessed with using parentheses) today. It's a month away still, but I figure I need to give people advanced warning...not so much so they can put it on their calendars as it is a way of giving people a chance to take care of their livers up until that date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just give a quick run down of the past President's Day weekends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2002 [Columbia, Mo. - Shiloh Bar]:&lt;/strong&gt; Happened on accident...we really just went out for ONE drink and some dinner and to chat...it just so happened to fall on the weekend of President's Day...the waitress had to clean up spilled drinks twice...I was convinced I had frostbite on my leg...we stiffed the waitress on tip (don't worry, I went back a few days later to tip her)...we called 5 different people to drive us home and didn't realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2003 [College Station, Tx. - Tap]:&lt;/strong&gt; As kind of a joke, we agreed to have a crazy night again on the anniversary...I was dancing on a table...we passed out stickers...Brooke and I definitely made out with some people...my guy was "Green Sweater"...I don't know his actual name ... a video guy that shall remain nameless hit on me and when I didn't like him back he yelled at me because, you know, that's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004: [College Station, Tx. - Tap]:&lt;/strong&gt; Round Two at the Tap ... I think I danced on the tables again ... this year just makes me think of our metallic American Flag stickers ... I think we bought a roll of 500 and they were GONE by the end of the night ... most of the stickers ended up on me (thanks, Greg) ... what still makes me laugh to this day is that when I did laundry after that night, all the stickers I missed magically appeared when i did the laundry; those stickers were EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2005: [College Station, Tx. - Logan's on Campus]:&lt;/strong&gt; This year was great for several reasons ... one reason was the nametags we brought and people used to have fake names ... you know you're a hit when complete strangers are asking for red/white/blue leis and seeing if they can have a nametag sticker or anything ... and then there's the fact that I tried to introduce Lea to Nick and they had been married already for a while ... wow, cut me off at that point ... but probably the best part from last year is that 6 months later, I was at Logan's for dinner/happy hour and my menu had a familiar looking sticker on it. When I asked the waitress about it, she said "oh, some group of people had a party in here and they were obsessed with President's Day or something. We find those stickers EVERYWHERE." YESSSSSS! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/megan%20and%20lea%20pointing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/megan%20and%20lea%20pointing.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who knows what is in store for the 2006 installment. However, it is guaranteed to be fun and crazy, just like it's always been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113702176966000682?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113702176966000682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113702176966000682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113702176966000682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113702176966000682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/01/5th-annual-presidents-day.html' title='5th Annual President&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113702047594959089</id><published>2006-01-11T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:03.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My facebook addiction</title><content type='html'>I've recently decided that I'm obsessed with Facebook. Luckily, it comes in waves of obsession, so it doesn't completely take over my life. But this past week, I've been on Facebook every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great (or terrible) thing about Facebook is that they keep adding new little ways to really explain who you are (and/or for people to know WAY too much about you). For instance, I can now tell how I know my friends...like how we met. And you can be pretty creative with them. One girl I know said that we knew each other from when we traveled in Scotland in 1977...which is before I was born. Another "friend" of mine said that we hooked up but that "it was actually that you (meaning me) hooked up with one of your athletes"...and i forgot to mention that you must confirm the info but you can also edit it...so i added to that "and then you (meaning me) beat the crap out of me (meaning my friend)"... so it's fun. It gets a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta go...look at Facebook again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113702047594959089?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113702047594959089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113702047594959089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113702047594959089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113702047594959089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-facebook-addiction.html' title='My facebook addiction'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113631363069153782</id><published>2006-01-03T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:03.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Tejas...but more importantly, my family is on crack</title><content type='html'>The time at home made me realize just how crazy my family is. Here are some examples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Alex and me constantly having to say/sing "Wave of babies"...&lt;br /&gt;-My entire family taking turns singing a line or two from a song from &lt;em&gt;Annie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On New Year's Eve, my father "booby trapped" the entrance to the front of the house with those little pop-snap things so that if we came in the front door we'd have the bejeezus scared out of us&lt;br /&gt;-Playing dominoes ... it just takes too long to explain, but really we act like crazy people&lt;br /&gt;-We invented a new car called the Chevy Boogaloo...apparently it comes with a cupholder that fits a gallon jug and free guinea pigs...do you see where I'm going with the "crack" comment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a blast at home and really didn't want to leave! I'm sure I'll see them all again soon, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113631363069153782?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113631363069153782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113631363069153782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113631363069153782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113631363069153782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-in-tejasbut-more-importantly-my.html' title='Back in Tejas...but more importantly, my family is on crack'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113558126440229416</id><published>2005-12-25T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:03.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holla-days</title><content type='html'>Santa was good to me this year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilmore Girls Season 5&lt;br /&gt;Alias Season 4&lt;br /&gt;Ellen: Here and Now&lt;br /&gt;Madonna's new CD&lt;br /&gt;Chapelle's Show Season 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just got back from a night with the relatives. I really must say, i have great aunts/uncles/cousins ... we all heard some old familiar stories, like the one where my dad hit my uncle in the head with a shovel or the one where various family members referred to my dad as "the mexican baby" during his childhood. There are a TON of stories about family dogs. My dad told us one about one of the dogs throwing up...and everyone knows that throwing up sound dogs make before they puke. Well, my dad's impression of this on top of the face he was making as he made the noise nearly made me pee my pants because it was so funny. Good times. Here's me and my cousins! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/cousins%202%20xmas%202005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/cousins%202%20xmas%202005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113558126440229416?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113558126440229416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113558126440229416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113558126440229416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113558126440229416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-holla-days.html' title='Happy Holla-days'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113558079041594568</id><published>2005-12-25T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:03.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Braggin Rights</title><content type='html'>The Braggin' Rights game is a historical event for people of Missouri and Illinois (unless your name is Beth and you're from Chicago and you apparently don't pay attention to major sporting events). This year was the 25th anniversary of the game between Mizzou and Illinois. The game wasn't really much of an actual game...but it was fun to go and meet up with my friend Amber and hang out w/her friends from Chicago who came down. I thought Amber was the biggest Illinois fan ever, but apparently it's Teri who's the true fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we drank at the game, I got to wear a shirt that says "We Love Bruce" (the coach), and we went out to Morgan Street on Laclede's Landing after the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics from the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/BR2005TAmberMegAlex3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/BR2005TAmberMegAlex3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri, Amber, me, Alex at the Braggin' Rights game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/mean%20old%20lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/mean%20old%20lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean lady who kept telling Teri to sit down during the game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/family%20feud%20metro%20link.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/family%20feud%20metro%20link.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, we have this obsession with "Family Feud" posed pictures (remember how Family Feud used to be like that???)...here we are in front of a MetroLink sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113558079041594568?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113558079041594568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113558079041594568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113558079041594568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113558079041594568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2005/12/braggin-rights.html' title='Braggin Rights'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113435338444286629</id><published>2005-12-11T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:03.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If there's one thing College Station has to offer, it's Ann's White Elephant party</title><content type='html'>I like to pride myself on the fact that I throw a pretty good party once a year in February ... but I'm really starting to think that Ann's White Elephant Christmas Party actually might be the best thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year Ann has this party. I think it started out being pretty tame but it's evolved into something pretty wonderful. The gifts are always very creative and usually pretty lewd. And then at the end of the night, everyone hides the presents somewhere in Ann's house. We usually do other stuff too, like short-sheet her bed and stuff like that.  Last year I brought penis pasta and there is STILL some pasta throughout the house. hahaha. This year the winners for best hiding gifts were a huge box of condoms and some "white trash sex coupons" courtesy of Lea. those coupons were EVERYWHERE. The condoms are slowly being found and Ann said she found a can of RED DOG (also courtesy of the Mueschke's) in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was extra special because there was a dance party in the garage this time. People were grinding that should NOT be grinding. Thank God there was no trash can punch this time ... it could have been a lot uglier. I think the best prize of the night was the huge framed picture of Janet Jackson from her "Rythm Nation" days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that almost brings Drinkfest to a close...but I still have the russian party next weekend. My liver is almost non-functioning at this point. And then again, i'll be home soon, so who knows when Drinkfest will really end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113435338444286629?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113435338444286629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113435338444286629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113435338444286629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113435338444286629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2005/12/if-theres-one-thing-college-station.html' title='If there&apos;s one thing College Station has to offer, it&apos;s Ann&apos;s White Elephant party'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113406001850801789</id><published>2005-12-08T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:03.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32 degrees = No work</title><content type='html'>Down here in the South people freak out about cold weather, especially if it's below 32 degrees. People think you have to put chains on your tires if it freezes...or that there are special tires up north for places where it snows (like what, tires w/spikes?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it got down to like 24 last night here and so it got a little icy....so of course they told everyone at the university not to report to work today. what?? I mean, I'm not going to complain, but for real, it's just ice. just drive slower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113406001850801789?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113406001850801789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113406001850801789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113406001850801789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113406001850801789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2005/12/32-degrees-no-work.html' title='32 degrees = No work'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113399511698250450</id><published>2005-12-07T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:03.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DQ ain't just for Dairy Queen</title><content type='html'>You're fooling yourself if you think that I didn't drink again last night ... a quick stop at Double Quick before the basketball game. I might have been a little beligerent (is that how you spell it? I wouldn't know, i've been drinking too much). The point is, I now feel that i must keep the streak alive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113399511698250450?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113399511698250450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113399511698250450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113399511698250450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113399511698250450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2005/12/dq-aint-just-for-dairy-queen.html' title='DQ ain&apos;t just for Dairy Queen'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113388243701530355</id><published>2005-12-06T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:03.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinkfest is apparently still going...</title><content type='html'>I was half kidding about the Drinkfest thing going on so long but now apparently it's really going to be big (and my liver will suffer tremendously). Let's recap Drinkfest 2005 and show you what's left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday Dec. 1st: Logan's ... out til 3ish ... found keys to a chevy but can't find the chevy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday Dec. 2nd: Dinner with the Mueschke's ... on to Bourbon Street ... repeated mention of Anne of Green Gables ... an "I Rule" head accessory, a pink furry hat and pink "Madonna gloves" ... Logan's ... Swedish guys buying shots ... in bed by 4? i think&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday Dec. 3rd: Fundraiser where it was all you could drink beer ... Salty Dog (I know, i don't need the lecture) ... pink hat again ... home by 3, phone call kept me up til 4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunday Dec. 4th: I didn't actually drink this day (other than a LOT of water) but I just wanted to mention it since I had to be at the ASS (Aggie Soccer Stadium) at 9 a.m.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday Dec. 5th: Ozona had $1 margaritas and a friend had a bad day at work ... and don't kid yourself, I saw them making the margaritas and there were several pitchers of WATER added to the tequila and mix. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just typing all that kind of made me a bit ill for a moment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's left is that I have dancing on Thursday at Halo and Ann's Christmas party on Saturday which is never pretty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113388243701530355?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113388243701530355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113388243701530355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113388243701530355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113388243701530355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2005/12/drinkfest-is-apparently-still-going.html' title='Drinkfest is apparently still going...'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113354734950769505</id><published>2005-12-02T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:03.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinkfest has commenced</title><content type='html'>Last night I went out and drank for free! woohoo! it's night one of Drinkfest 2005. It reminds me of the Big 12 track &amp;amp; field championships a few years ago. i drank every night for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone in college station is missing a fleece...and also their chevrolet. tody and i found a fleece (which i now have at my apartment b/c i wore it home since it was cold) last night and when we picked up the fleece there were keys in the pocket to some kind of chevrolet. we tried to find it in the parking garage, but no luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113354734950769505?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113354734950769505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113354734950769505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113354734950769505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113354734950769505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2005/12/drinkfest-has-commenced.html' title='Drinkfest has commenced'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113338158905243814</id><published>2005-11-30T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:02.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing says Christmas like karaoke</title><content type='html'>So I have a small obsession for the next time I'm home in St. Louis ... and that is to go to a karaoke bar with a bunch of my idiot friends (and relatives). I think I've convinced about 5 or 6 people to go, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one of these people is Amber. Amber lives in Chicago and is coming down for the famous Braggin' Rights game held at the Savvis Center. Unknown to me, my brother Alex had already started trying to convince Amber to stay a little longer in town...and then I did, because I can't leave Texas til the day of the Braggin Rights game. Anyway, I told Amber about the karaoke idea and she wrote back telling me I'd have to load her up with booze if I expected her to do karaoke. She said that is the only way it's done (sidenote: i have no problem 'boozing people up'). Coincidentally, she was out last night and a funny situation happened. This is the email I got from her today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scene from the bar last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine comes in with some&lt;br /&gt;dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Hey, remember Chris? You guys karaoke'd together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea who he was and didnt remember much about singng Pat&lt;br /&gt;Benatar with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113338158905243814?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113338158905243814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113338158905243814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113338158905243814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113338158905243814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2005/11/nothing-says-christmas-like-karaoke.html' title='Nothing says Christmas like karaoke'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113338126347669855</id><published>2005-11-30T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:02.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat and happy after being in St. Louie</title><content type='html'>So usually over the Thanksgiving holiday, people pork up on all the turkey and stuffing and all that. Well, not me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family just moved back to St. Louis and so I get to eat at all my favorite places again!! I'm not lying, I had a list of places to eat (and pretty much all of them were Italian). And you're kidding yourself if you think I didn't check off every place on the list. Do you want to see the list? Of course you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.teddrewes.com/Drewes.asp"&gt;Ted Drewes Frozen Custard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Farotto's&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.imospizza.com/"&gt;Imo's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.pastahouse.com/"&gt;Pasta House Co.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://fortelspizzaden.com/"&gt;Fortel's &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113338126347669855?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113338126347669855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113338126347669855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113338126347669855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113338126347669855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2005/11/fat-and-happy-after-being-in-st-louie.html' title='Fat and happy after being in St. Louie'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113220570625586529</id><published>2005-11-16T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:02.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My cat's a FATTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/friday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/friday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, my cat, really isn't that fat. But you wouldn't know that if he stepped on you. The boy feels like he weighs around 30 pounds. He puts all his weight on one little paw ... and then you have to watch it, because if he steps on a lung or a major artery, you're in trouble. I was just thinking that I get these mysterious bruises from time to time and I'm beginning to think that they're all from Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like a beached whale in this picture...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113220570625586529?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113220570625586529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113220570625586529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113220570625586529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113220570625586529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-cats-fatty.html' title='My cat&apos;s a FATTY'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113183973398141217</id><published>2005-11-12T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:02.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hookah!</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to a Hookah Bar in town (i know, can you believe they have one in college station??? and that it was packed?). I've only smoked a hookah once before, and well, i was in Hawaii and pretty intoxicated. It was a little harder when i was much more sober! My throat hurts today! Terrible. But it is kind of fun every once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113183973398141217?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113183973398141217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113183973398141217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113183973398141217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113183973398141217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2005/11/hookah.html' title='Hookah!'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113174580808638299</id><published>2005-11-11T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:02.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas (kind of)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000612II0.01-A2BF95SJ3X97HC.MZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="248" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000612II0.01-A2BF95SJ3X97HC.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's not really cold outside (in fact i'm sweating right now) and it's only the beginning of November...but if you go to any retail store right now you know what I'm talking about. The day after Halloween, all the Christmas stuff goes up. Usually this annoys me, but not this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Target the other day and lo and behold, they already have the Christmas M&amp;M's out! This is the only time of year you can get MINT M&amp;amp;M's, which are the best invention ever. I have already gotten my entire staff addicted to the things, especially Rodney. Rodney usually comes in to say hello. Now he does a fake "hello" and goes straight for the bag of mint m&amp;amp;m's. I see how he is... anyway, he did eat so many that he felt bad and bought me another bag. I haven't opened the bag yet and now he's pissed at me. hahaha. TOO BAD, Hodge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113174580808638299?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113174580808638299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113174580808638299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113174580808638299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113174580808638299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas (kind of)'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113126562437180275</id><published>2005-11-06T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:02.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy it's late</title><content type='html'>It's less than a month until RENT comes out in theatres. I'm very excited. It's only one of my favorite musicals. You can check it out here: &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/rent/"&gt;http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/rent/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I haven't updated this in a while. I was part of Publisher's Clearinghouse for Halloween. I was Mabel P. Whitetrash, the winner of the prize. It was a very easy costume and cheap to put together. It was really comfortable, except that i had to carry around these balloons all night. Well, after a short time, I decided to tie the balloons around myself like a belt (the belt was helpful in holding my phone as well). This was great for me but everyone else was pretty annoyed. I kept running into people with all the balloons. Eh, I was tipsy, so bumping into other people didn't bother me a bit! haha. Anyway, a few pictures of the costume(s) are below. By the way, you have to understand that when I know a camera is going to take a picture of me, I unconsciously open my mouth. I have a horrible habit of doing this so you can see every tooth in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/at%20the%20door%201.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/at%20the%20door%201.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's at the door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/at%20the%20door%202.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/at%20the%20door%202.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/at%20the%20door%203.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/at%20the%20door%203.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at my surprise! and my skeletor face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/pch%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/pch%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let the open-mouth pictures begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/pch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/pch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone wanted a funny face on this one, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/cat%20carebear%20pink%20poodle%20pegasus.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/cat%20carebear%20pink%20poodle%20pegasus.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these guys were hilarious and came out of nowhere...i thought i might have taken some drugs because the pegasus guy came into the room like he was dressed normally...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/megan%20face%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/megan%20face%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again with a funny face. and what is rodney (martellus) looking at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/dancin%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/dancin%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure what dance move i'm doing, but again with the weird face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/rodney%20megan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/rodney%20megan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing i can add to this picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/dancin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/dancin.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, not the best dance move but i distract everyone with my open mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/face%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/face%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those balloons WERE annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/static%20electricity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/static%20electricity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the static electricity was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/crazy%20megan.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/crazy%20megan.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saved the best for last. Megan is cut off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113126562437180275?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113126562437180275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113126562437180275' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113126562437180275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113126562437180275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2005/11/boy-its-late.html' title='Boy it&apos;s late'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-113012255131700750</id><published>2005-10-23T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:02.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Break</title><content type='html'>I watched "Prison Break" today for the first time. They had a marathon on FX today and I watched a few. It's pretty good. Hard to say if I'll keep watching because I already have too many shows to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched two hours of Ellen Degeneres stand-up last night. She is really a comical genius. It's possible I'm in love with her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I write about on this thing? I got nothin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-113012255131700750?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/113012255131700750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=113012255131700750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113012255131700750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/113012255131700750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2005/10/prison-break.html' title='Prison Break'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-112968721185210412</id><published>2005-10-18T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:02.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foam disk gun shooter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://store1.yimg.com/I/explorestore_1853_885905"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="346" alt="" src="http://store1.yimg.com/I/explorestore_1853_885905" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else own one of these? My friends and acquaintances and strangers seem to think it's the most fun thing to ever exist in my office...mostly because people like shooting me in the head with the foam disks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to pick one up, you can find them online at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://explore4fun.com/zipshfodigun.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://explore4fun.com/zipshfodigun.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; or you can stop by the HEB grocery store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-112968721185210412?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/112968721185210412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=112968721185210412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/112968721185210412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/112968721185210412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2005/10/foam-disk-gun-shooter.html' title='Foam disk gun shooter'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017963.post-112968342717983335</id><published>2005-10-18T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:56:02.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a blog now, bitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/megan%20cigar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/megan%20cigar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to get jealous of everyone's blogs. I will probably suck at this....or I'll be amazing. You'll just have to wait and see. Surely I'll find something to write about since I google EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll start with this picture. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/1600/paper0hl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7078/1752/320/paper0hl.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017963-112968342717983335?l=yankintx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/feeds/112968342717983335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017963&amp;postID=112968342717983335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/112968342717983335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017963/posts/default/112968342717983335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yankintx.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-have-blog-now-bitches.html' title='I have a blog now, bitches'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5gUKX2op0A/ShbQZ2CIJ7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/b_PFaxdNOT0/S220/IMG_2427.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
