<?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-473802316447791075</id><updated>2011-07-08T23:16:05.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E's B</title><subtitle type='html'>This is just a chance for me to share nonsense, memories, or random stories throughout my life. Nothing informational, nothing completely factual. Just my world. how i see it :-) and the nonsense i surround myself in :-)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473802316447791075/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>* Erin *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747865366719242340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bme4pjoxiYA/ThffjT2znjI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ljyLwV6Lvi0/s220/0814081740.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473802316447791075.post-3588349170852594686</id><published>2011-07-08T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:38:06.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My broken Toe... original blog 3/9/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ductapellama/blog/365216729" rel="bookmark" title="Read My Broken Toe"&gt;My Broken Toe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;article class="post-body"&gt;     &lt;div class="mood"&gt;Current mood:&lt;img src="http://x.myspacecdn.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/cold.gif" /&gt;bullied&lt;/div&gt;Dear Friends and Family, I am just writting to explain to you all  the Absolute worst day in the history of days that I have experienced  today. For starters, I was rudely awoken today at the ass crack of dawn.  Emily decided it was important to send me ridiculous text messages and  awaken me from my slumber. I disagreed. After i slowly wipped the sleep  away from my eyes. I started walking towards my door to only hear the  words of my mother "HELLO". So my parents were here. I was awake, but  barely, and wearing very mismatched pjs and a hoodie. I dont think i  have brushed my hair since yesterday morning but I didn't care. Emily  was gone getting her oil changed or something as equally entertaining. I  hung out with the rents for a little while until Emily and her father  both showed up. They had paint supplies and were ready to get started  painting the hallway. Seeing there was work to be done my parents  decided it was time for them to leave. They left, Emily and her father  began to prep the area. I changed into some "painting clothes". And went  out and decided to help them. We painted, listened to music, visited,  and painted some more. At one point i looked out the back window and  noticed neighbors I had never seen before chipping ice away at their  driveway. Which is why their new name is "The Chippers". But then i went  back to painting. No less than 15 hours later we were FINALLY done with  our project, everything was painted, the walls, the ceiling, and the  trim x2. We were covered in paint and exhausted and looking forward to a  nice relaxing evening of sitting down and watching a movie or 2. But  just like in life... sometimes... Plans Change. So Emily and her father  go down to the cellar to start washing out their rollers and brushes and  water starts coming out of the carefully planned out drainage system  that we call a cellar. I dont know who designed this, but it was pretty  poor if you ask me. Apon building the house. The designer put in a  concrete floor in the cellar with a 2 inch gap around near the walls.  They also drilled approximately 18 holes in the foundation so that rain  water could run down the holes and into the little gap, run around the  cellar and into the water drain in the corner. These amazing designers  did not take into consideration what would happen if the water was  shooting out of the wall and hitting the floor approximately 2 feet FROM  the gap in the floor and running down the floor towards the drain. The  cellar starts to flood as Emilys dad is leaving to get coraplast (thin  plastic boards for making signs) so that we could put them against the  water and redirect it into the 2 inch moat. But as he leaves the moat is  filled surrounding the entire cellar and the water is still pouring in  faster than it ever should. So Emily and I spring into action. We start  emptying tubs and totes that have random things in them that can be  tossed out on the tables and start bucket brigading the water into the  utility sink. The drain in the floor can't handle all the water and  begins to back up. Emily stands guard to the right of the utility sink  emptying 2 large bins of water which doesn't sound that hard, but she is  doing this under the stairs which means she is constantly hunching over  and narrowly missing the boards and nails sticking out from the ceiling  to pierce her head and face. I was on post to the left of the washing  machine which is to the left of the utility sink. So i have one thin  wide tote filling up from 4 of the holes at which point i have to  constantly take 2 paint cans and bucket brigade that water to the deeper  tote that is filling up right next to it so I can use a mini trash can  (that is 2 times the size of the paint buckets) and bucket brigade the  water from the bigger tote and throw it over the washing machine into  the utility sink. I also have the lid of my wrapping paper plastic  storage bin catching water from another 3 holes that i have to pick up  and toss into the sink as well approximately every time i transfer water  from any of the other 2 bins. While this is all going on we also keep taking  turns with another paint can bucket brigading water from a large green  beverage bin from directly under the utility sink into the sink and  there is also a mop bueckt we have to keep dumping ever 2-3 minutes.  This goes on for a very long time. Emilys dad calls and says he is on  his way to get the plastic. Emily alerts him that we are in crisis mode.  By now we are so soaking wet and the water is still pouring in like  there is no tomorrow, the floor is floating away and the drain is  backing up. The temperature of the water is approximately 31.5 degrees  and we cant feel our legs or arms. I have also accidently doused myself  in a bucket of freezing cold water and could prolly ring about 1/2  gallon out of my clothes. We are cold, we are tired, and we both have to  pee. The cat by this point has taken higher ground and has pressed  himself between the spray foam insulation and the ceiling just watching  us clutz around and become more and more annoyed. Her dad finally shows  up, sees that the progression of the "problem" has exceeded his  expectations and comes over to help us. He lifts somewhere around the  neighbor hood of 3 bucket loads of water and decides he is going to Home  Depot and buy a sub pump. What seems like 10 hours later... but  realisitcally was about 30 minutes he comes back with a new sub pump.  Emily and I continue to work and lift and move water as fast as we can  as it is still pouring down the walls and floor. We turn around and her  dad is reading the directions. We both just look at each other.....Now I  know you dont want to mess with electrical appliances in a water soaked  room, but we were working our asses off and just to turn around and see  him reading kinda cracked me up. So i dont know exactly what happened.  But he was angry and picked up the box and left. He disappeared. So  after approximately 3 hours of bucket brigading, we quit. The water was  still running out onto the floor like a freaken waterfall. I decided we  would let it go, do what it had to do, and survey the damage later. We  went upstairs started to dry off and quit shivering when her dad re  appeared. We found out he stormed back to home depot because he didn't  think he got all the parts in the box of the first one and came back  with a BRAND new sub pump. He then proceeded to set it up... again.  After this one didn't work, we decided to try another outlet. HA! And it  FINALLY started to work!! and the water began being pumped out of the  cellar and into the yard! YAY! since the water was being swept away into  the yard we could finally use the coraplast to re route the water back  into the moat. All seemed well. It was about 9pm. The day that started  so early and i thought we would be done, and watching movies at like  4-5pm ended up taking quite a few hours more. Her dad finally left, the  situation had been maintained (for now) . Clean up will proceed as soon  as the water dries :-(. So we finally come upstairs to offically dry  off, warm up, and get something to eat. We cook a frozen pizza and have  some dinner and get ready to chill for the rest of the evening. As if  today couldn't get any worse. So I go to sit on a kitchen stool and mess  around with my computer (like i do daily) and i go to place my foot on  the bottom spindle of the stool like I always do, my foot slips and my  pinky toe grabs ahold of it and gets bent back from what i can imagine  to be a 180 degree angle from its original position attached to my foot.  I screem and grab the counter. Emily looks up from her place on the  couch and I yell "OMG I think my toe fell off! come see if its on the  floor!" And wouldn't you know she WOULD NOT come see if my toe fell off.  If i was a betting girl i would have bet that my bloody stump of a toe  was sitting on her pergo kitchen floor. It hurt so incredibly bad and I  couldn't feel my pinky toe any more. So Emily wouldn't use any of her  pull at the pain clinic where she works, and wouldn't call a doctor. And  she will not cast it. I explained to her i could talk her through a  casting. We could use flour, water and news paper. I just made paper  mache easter eggs with the residents Thursday! I know it works! She  wouldn't do it! So i immediately called maggie and explained to her that  I may not be at work on Monday due to my recent injury. I then decided i  could prolly work through my pain and be placed on light duty. I will  prolly be out of commission for at least 4-6 weeks. Especially since the  only person in the entire world that cares about my broken toe is  Heather (shout out to Heather and her caring). So since then I have had  my poor toe elevated and have been screaming in pain everytime Emily  even looks at it. If she isn't going to cast it then she cant touch it.  :-( :-( She did ask me if I needed anything. and I explained to her that  I might need some Roxynol.... she gave me Ibuprofin. I didn't take it.  She was just mocking me. She will not carry me up the stairs, and she  will not help me in anyway. She just told me I was being Fussy....  FUSSY! I HAVE A BROKEN TOE!!!! If my roommate will not nurse me back to  health then who will?!?!?! no one.... i am left to navigate this deep  dark road to recovery alone. I hope I can make it, I will strive to work  towards healing. But if the pain is too great and I feel I just can't  go on. Please know that I always loved you and cared for you, and I hope  someday we can be reunited in the great broken toe waiting room in the  sky. Unless your Emily.... and I hope you know, if I die from this, the  entire thing is your fault. Thank you! Love always Erin Belden    &lt;/article&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473802316447791075-3588349170852594686?l=verbalninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/feeds/3588349170852594686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-broken-toe-original-blog-392008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473802316447791075/posts/default/3588349170852594686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473802316447791075/posts/default/3588349170852594686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-broken-toe-original-blog-392008.html' title='My broken Toe... original blog 3/9/2008'/><author><name>* Erin *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747865366719242340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bme4pjoxiYA/ThffjT2znjI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ljyLwV6Lvi0/s220/0814081740.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473802316447791075.post-2399955593852922832</id><published>2011-07-08T22:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:36:50.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcake Turtle Derby.. original Blog 2/26/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ductapellama/blog/361493256" rel="bookmark" title="Read The Cupcake Turtle Derby of 08"&gt;The Cupcake Turtle Derby of 08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;article class="post-body"&gt;     &lt;div class="mood"&gt;Current mood:&lt;img src="http://x.myspacecdn.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/contemplative.gif" /&gt;productive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;As  many of you know I have been dabling in a plethera of hobbies lately  trying to find my niche. More recently I traveled abroad to scout out  the top&amp;nbsp;1-2 racing cupcake turtles in the land. And alas I have found  them! May I present to you Sven buttacreeme, and Yohan Eycing.&amp;nbsp; Hand  plucked from the streets of Germany they were found fighting local  street turtles just to get by. Their harsh upbringing and strive to win  has gotten them&amp;nbsp;local media attention. And with that my interst. With a  little bit of encouragement and&amp;nbsp;23 hours a day of training I have helped  them get to&amp;nbsp;where they were ment to be. A secret under ground cupcake  turtle racing circle in the New Hartford New York area. As many of you  know I have had my finger on the pulse of this secret turtle racing ring  for sometime now. After watching most of the local talent and traveling  over seas to bring back my own talent, I feel they are ready to make  the big time. And my friends, I am here to say that Cupcake Turtle  Racing as you know it is about to change forever. Sven &amp;amp; Yohan have  set the bar high. Higher than any American turtles have dared to reach.  The video that has not yet been released to the public is just a clip of  what is soon to come. But look out underground cupcake turtle racing!  Sven and Yohan are taking&amp;nbsp;you by&amp;nbsp;storm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video will be soon to come, as well as a few of the stills from the Training event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/article&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473802316447791075-2399955593852922832?l=verbalninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/feeds/2399955593852922832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/2011/07/cupcake-turtle-derby-original-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473802316447791075/posts/default/2399955593852922832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473802316447791075/posts/default/2399955593852922832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/2011/07/cupcake-turtle-derby-original-blog.html' title='Cupcake Turtle Derby.. original Blog 2/26/08'/><author><name>* Erin *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747865366719242340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bme4pjoxiYA/ThffjT2znjI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ljyLwV6Lvi0/s220/0814081740.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473802316447791075.post-6273210546055723589</id><published>2011-07-08T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:35:55.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Butter Banana cups... :-( Original Blog 12/3/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ductapellama/blog/334337905" rel="bookmark" title="Read NO NANAS NEVER!"&gt;NO NANAS NEVER!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="mood"&gt;Current mood:&lt;img src="http://x.myspacecdn.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/angry.gif" /&gt;angry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Dear Fellow Bloggers, and or readers.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  have gathered you here today to discuss a very serious matter. As many  of you know the holiday season is soon approaching us. So today while  running some errands I was perusing through my local walmart like any  other person filling time before their sunday night tv shows are on.  When suddenly i turned a corner and was shocked to see a "Limited  Edition" logo on our beloved peanut butter cups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apon further  inspection and using my aquired 3rd grade reading skills. I noticed a  change in the package. There was a stylized picture of none other than  the king himself... Elvis Presley. I am American,&amp;nbsp; so who am i to judge  who Resees uses as their spokes person. (FYI Hershey Company... hes  dead... ) But then the absolute worst thing that could have ever  happened occured!.... Yes... inspired by Elvis Presleys favorite  sandwich (totally rumored) they have incorporated Banana cream into the  flawless original Peanut butter cup. :-( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too was saddened by  this discovery. But apon dwelling on it further. I realized we as  Americans need to stand up for our rights. Who ever said the Peanut  butter cup needed to be "altered". Who said anything needed to be added  or subtracted to the already perfect recipe? Yes they started getting  creative with the "white chocolate version" I even turned my head and  preteneded not to notice the "carmel" addition to the Peanut butter cup  family. I even&amp;nbsp;didn't discuss in a negative manor&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;recently they  have added a "whips" bar to the collection. But who am I to judge. Even  people without teeth, on mechanical soft diets deserve to know the taste  of heaven a smooth peanut butter cup can provide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now my  friends. They have gone to far. Bananas... in my peanut butter  cups?!?!?! What on earth are these no talent ass clowns thinking? Where  does it end? First Banana cream, and next road tar? Will the madness  ever cease? ... As long as i have a free voice in this country I Erin  Belden vow to not take this lying down! We as Americans have the right,  and are almost required to stand up and unite our voices in protest. We  Will NOT let this happen. This is AMERICA!&amp;nbsp; If Banana Cream was supposed  to accompany peanut butter draped in a wonderful milk chocolate shell  then it would have been done years ago! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must remain strong, a  united front. Which is why I am asking (as if i need to) for any and  all of you who read this to join me in the fight against the Hershey  Corporation and go on a Peanut Butter Cup Hunger strike until this  matter is resolved. If you are truly serious about this please message  me your email address and I will be sure to forward you the strike  agreement, and literature. I will also need your email to quite possibly  send a copy of the petition.... I hope it doesn't get this far.  Friends, Family... Countrymen... I look forward to your support in this  fight against corporate America. And always remember... If your not with  me..... Your against me......I look forward to hearing from you.... God  Bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473802316447791075-6273210546055723589?l=verbalninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/feeds/6273210546055723589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/2011/07/peanut-butter-banana-cups-original-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473802316447791075/posts/default/6273210546055723589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473802316447791075/posts/default/6273210546055723589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/2011/07/peanut-butter-banana-cups-original-blog.html' title='Peanut Butter Banana cups... :-( Original Blog 12/3/07'/><author><name>* Erin *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747865366719242340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bme4pjoxiYA/ThffjT2znjI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ljyLwV6Lvi0/s220/0814081740.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473802316447791075.post-6372383979600958129</id><published>2011-07-08T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:34:48.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poor you</title><content type='html'>Without anyones request... i have decided to move over a couple of my other random blogs... mostly because they make me laugh.. .and i enjoyed reading them again. and maybe you will just enjoy reading them again too... if you haven't already... then you are SOOO far behind on my nonsense... and maybe someday you will find yourself with an extra 40-50 minutes that you need to find something brainless to do..... so you're welcome! :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473802316447791075-6372383979600958129?l=verbalninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/feeds/6372383979600958129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/2011/07/poor-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473802316447791075/posts/default/6372383979600958129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473802316447791075/posts/default/6372383979600958129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/2011/07/poor-you.html' title='poor you'/><author><name>* Erin *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747865366719242340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bme4pjoxiYA/ThffjT2znjI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ljyLwV6Lvi0/s220/0814081740.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473802316447791075.post-7818154369210626731</id><published>2011-07-08T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:31:47.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii Blog 3....May of 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ductapellama/blog/266015355" rel="bookmark" title="Read Madagascar Hissing cockroaches"&gt;Madagascar Hissing cockroaches&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;article class="post-body"&gt;          Alright just when we thought Hawaii was the place for us to live  forever. Did you know that there is not one single snake on the island  of O'ahu? That right there is enough to get me to stay. The weather is  amazing, it rains everyday (supposedly) but I have only seen it rain  twice since i have been here and both showers didn't last more than 10  minutes each. Apon arival Lucas did warn us about the Geckos everywhere  and they do have giant cockroachs. He showed us one that had been  sitting in a lantern outside. Then it just disapeared, he said he had  killed it. That was day one. Since then i have seen a couple more,  mostly dead, I did find one in the utility sink right next to the  washing machine theother day but had since seen it filled with water  that the cockroach appeared to be dead. But for some reason.... Emily  keeps finding them. A couple nights ago when emily was taking her shower  she called my name, I dont know what she thought i was going to do  about the situation but she informed me that a cockroach had scurried  accross the floor. I wouldn't even go in to look at the darn thing. So I  got Lucas and he went in there and smashed it with his shoe that he was  wearing, wiped it off with some toilet paper and flushed it. YUCK! I  was not nor did i want to be a witness to this event. Then last night!  Everyone was in bed and drifting off to sleep scattered around the  house. Emily again geting out of the shower came running and or called  my name and informed me that something was looking at her from under the  sink. Again... I didn't know what she thought I was going to do about  it. So i told her to go get the bottle of roach killer, which she did.  She came back in and i kept telling her she found it, she should kill  it! She freaked out, and since we still were very sunburned she had her  pj shorts an a tank top on. So armed with a towel shield and a can of  roach and ant killer she started to inch closer and closer, I told her  to read the directions because we might have to shake the can of poison!  And we might only get one shot and if we were supposed to shake it  first now was the time to do it.She did shake it and slowly inched  closer to the giant roach which was mocking us but sitting just under  the sink on top of a drawer and waving its 7 inch long feelers at us...  ok so they may have only been&amp;nbsp; inches... but you weren't there! you  don't know! they were ginormous, the closer she got the more neverous  she got and turned to me and said ":CAN I PLEASE GO GET JOSH?!?!?" i  kinda laughed and said you can go ask him. He was the unfortunate one  whose light was still on. So emily politely knocked on his door and  informed him that there was a giant cockroach in the bathroom and she  was just too scared to kill it. He being that fabulous nice person that  he is said sure no problem. He came in grabbed the roach killer and went  to work, when he saw our visitor in the bathroom, he said "omg... its  the size of a rat",I only watched for a brief period of time while Emily  waited in Lucas bedroom just off from the bathroom. Josh Blasted it in  the face with the roach poison and said "Sorry bug.......wrong house" at  which point the roach either fell or scurried into the drawer. There  were some more short blasts of roach killer and then i stepped back  because i really didn't want to see what happened after that. We heard  some rustling around and some thumping... we were hoping Josh was  winning the fight with the 3 foot cockroach but we just weren't sure.  After one final thump Josh emerged from the bathroom toilet paper in  hand and said "the coast is clear". He was our hero. With a sigh of  relief we felt the balance of the house had been shifted back in our  favor. At which point we decided we should be taking some more ibuprofin  for the pain of our sunburns. Having no water Emily bounced  out&amp;nbsp;throught the living room and into the kitchen&amp;nbsp;where there were no  lights on to get a bottle of water to help swallow our pain aid. She  flipped on the light to make sure there was no roach awaiting her  arrival on her water bottle. To her suprise there was another roach  stairing her down nestled between the oven and the sink staking his  territory on the tile of the kitchen floor. She grabbed her roach free  waterbottle and fled to the bedroom to consult me on what to do. We  decided since the roach was between us and anything we could use to kill  and or capture it, he had won this battle. We then sat up for quite a  while devising a plan on what we would do should we have another  showdown with a roach, seeing how we were going to be "home alone" for a  matter of hours the next day. Crushing them with your shoe seems like  the obvious solution. But lets review... we both brought sandals and or  sneaker shoes that only cover 40% of our feet. We do not know what breed  of cockroaches they are. Do they jump? do they fly? can they play  possum and have us fooled? We just dont know and those are too many  risks to take. Emily researched cockroaches online this morning and  found many homemade ways to kill and rid your house of roaches. Lucas'  roommate Kenneth listened as we informed ourselves about our newly  aquired enemies and plotted our revenge. He just looked at us in  disbelief about 90% of the time. He kept saying... just crush them,  thats the only way to kill them, then flush them down the toilet. Emily  arguing with him said "it said that you can't kill them with your  sandals" at which point he cut her off saying "IT SAID???,......Ive done  it!" laughing at their bickering, i continued to listen to Emilys  findings. All in all we have decided on our plan of attack. As we find  these giant crazy scary, ugly, gross looking giant cockroaches we are  going to place a contaner, glass, gladware, or whatever we have over  them, set a heavybook on top of that and wait for one or more of the  sailors to return home. After all.. what is living with 5-6 sailors good  for if not swearing, making gay statements, and rid-ing the house of  giant roaches? I fear the war has just begun between us and the  cockroaches.    &lt;/article&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473802316447791075-7818154369210626731?l=verbalninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/feeds/7818154369210626731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/2011/07/hawaii-blog-3may-of-07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473802316447791075/posts/default/7818154369210626731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473802316447791075/posts/default/7818154369210626731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/2011/07/hawaii-blog-3may-of-07.html' title='Hawaii Blog 3....May of 07'/><author><name>* Erin *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747865366719242340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bme4pjoxiYA/ThffjT2znjI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ljyLwV6Lvi0/s220/0814081740.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473802316447791075.post-7883514201166443246</id><published>2011-07-08T22:30:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:30:53.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii Blog 2.....May of 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ductapellama/blog/265643810" rel="bookmark" title="Read Hawaii"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;article class="post-body"&gt;          Hey all, Sunburn still not feeling so hot. haha...anyway, We have  been very busy here on the island of O'ahu. after our adventures with  the bikes. Lucas' roomate Brian (for some reason i will never  understand) gave us a book of maps and some hand written directions and a  couple small hand drawn maps to get us to where we needed to go. Then  said to us "We need to leave here no later than 6:45am....so you girls  do whatever you need to do to make that happen" So Emily&amp;nbsp;and I (for some  reason I will never understand) were wide awake and yammering on to  each other at 5 am. We finally got up about 6am and got ready. We were  waiting on the couch fully dressed by 6:25 and Brian got up at 6:30. We  drove around the island where I had to take directions on how to get  back to where we were going for the next day. We went to pearl harbor  and picked up Brian's friend Tim. From there we went to drop Brian off at  the site of his pressure test. At this point a very sweaty short, ugly  man who had been running for what looked like miles walked by the  vehicle all stretching. Emily and I both looked at him and said "Ick" he  was way out of proportion to hisself. His shoulders were WAY to broad  for his waist and it was just gross. Minutes later Tim came back out and  said... hey did you see the bachelor? LMAO that was teh bachelor!?!?!?  We laughed and told tim what we thought and he kinda laughed. We would  have given our roses back at the FIRST ceremony.... or at least the  first one after we saw him with his shirt off.... anyway... brian said  his good byes, told us good Luck, and from there Tim was to drive us to  his house where he was going to take all of Brians gear, and go back  to&amp;nbsp;pick him up with his own car. On the way to tims house there was a  slightly awkward moment when Tim was like "so... how do you guys know  brian?" ..."ummm we met him sunday?" he looked a little puzzled as to  why Brian would be giving his car to complate strangers, but didn't  argue. When we pulled up to Tims house he got all of his stuff as well  as brians, handed us the keys to Brian's 2002 Landrover and we were off.  Following the maps brian had given us and drawn for us we ventured out  into the great island of O'ahu. Where we stopped at the Dole Plantation,  took pictures of pineapples growing, ventured through the gift  shop/snack bar and then went on our way. The mountains and beaches on  this island are amazing! We drove all the way up the north shore and  stopped to take some pictures along the way. It was gorgeous! Brian was  such a good direction giver and we found our way around amazingly  well.... until we had to find the H-3 highway. We were nervous about the  whole thing because Brian&amp;nbsp;showed us where the traffic circle&amp;nbsp;was.  Anyway looking for the highway somehowe&amp;nbsp;we totally missed somewhere we  needed to be and ended up on likelike highway. Knowing full well we  shouldn't have been there we drove through a small tunnel and tried to  figure out a way to turn around.We finally did and ventured back and  with Emilys amazing driving techniques and my fabulous navigational  skills we made it back on to H-3!! And somehow completely bypassed the  socalled traffic circle. And we made it all the way home! with little to  no problems! We were both very excited! So then we were home safe and  sound. After that the next day we had a very busy schedule. We took the  Landrover to the grocery store which we found without a problem with  directions for Kane, hauled it directly to the US Postal service to buy  postcard stamps, went to jack in the box for a breakfast sandwich, then  to TCBY for some countrys best yogurt. Then we rushed back to the house  to eat our yogurt and fill out some postcards. From there (again with  Brians amazing directions) we raced....well when i say raced i mean went  4-5miles below each and every speed limit on the island) to the Aloha  stadium the home of the Rainbow Warriors for a swap meet. I was a little  aprehensive to be out in the sun especially since our sunburns are  still pretty uncomfortable, but the swap meet turned out to be a great  place. Emily and I bought some new bracelets, small pieces of luggage,  and some t shirts. We were very impressed with ourselves. Brian told us  we could haggle with the people selling things, but when we were buying  things no more expensive than $5.00....we couldn't see trying to haggle  them down any lower. After that we found briand and lucas at the local  Big K, and returned his vehicle completely unharmed!! We immediately  regretted a couple things we should have bought at the swap meet and  when Brian got home and said "show me the goods" we told him that we  kinda wished we went back.&amp;nbsp; so he said he would bring us back sunday!  yay for brian... alright more to write later!    &lt;/article&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473802316447791075-7883514201166443246?l=verbalninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/feeds/7883514201166443246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/2011/07/hawaii-blog-2may-of-07_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473802316447791075/posts/default/7883514201166443246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473802316447791075/posts/default/7883514201166443246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/2011/07/hawaii-blog-2may-of-07_08.html' title='Hawaii Blog 2.....May of 07'/><author><name>* Erin *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747865366719242340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bme4pjoxiYA/ThffjT2znjI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ljyLwV6Lvi0/s220/0814081740.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473802316447791075.post-1054855448292927670</id><published>2011-07-08T22:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:30:12.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii Blog 2.....May of 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ductapellama/blog/265643810" rel="bookmark" title="Read Hawaii"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;article class="post-body"&gt;          Hey all, Sunburn still not feeling so hot. haha...anyway, We have  been very busy here on the island of O'ahu. after our adventures with  the bikes. Lucas' roomate Brian (for some reason i will never  understand) gave us a book of maps and some hand written directions and a  couple small hand drawn maps to get us to where we needed to go. Then  said to us "We need to leave here no later than 6:45am....so you girls  do whatever you need to do to make that happen" So Emily&amp;nbsp;and I (for some  reason I will never understand) were wide awake and yammering on to  each other at 5 am. We finally got up about 6am and got ready. We were  waiting on the couch fully dressed by 6:25 and Brian got up at 6:30. We  drove around the island where I had to take directions on how to get  back to where we were going for the next day. We went to pearl harbor  and picked up Brians friend Tim. From there we went to drop brian off at  the site of his pressure test. At this point a very sweaty short, ugly  man who had been running for what looked like miles walked by the  vehicle all stretching. Emily and I both looked at him and said "Ick" he  was way out of proportion to hisself. His shoulders were WAY to broad  for his waist and it was just gross. Minutes later Tim came back out and  said... hey did you see the bachelor? LMAO that was teh bachelor!?!?!?  We laughed and told tim what we thought and he kinda laughed. We would  have given our roses back at the FIRST ceremony.... or at least the  first one after we saw him with his shirt off.... anyway... brian said  his good byes, told us good Luck, and from there Tim was to drive us to  his house where he was going to take all of Brians gear, and go back  to&amp;nbsp;pick him up with his own car. On the way to tims house there was a  slightly awkward moment when Tim was like "so... how do you guys know  brian?" ..."ummm we met him sunday?" he looked a little puzzled as to  why Brian would be giving his car to complate strangers, but didn't  argue. When we pulled up to Tims house he got all of his stuff as well  as brians, handed us the keys to Brian's 2002 Landrover and we were off.  Following the maps brian had given us and drawn for us we ventured out  into the great island of O'ahu. Where we stopped at the Dole Plantation,  took pictures of pineapples growing, ventured through the gift  shop/snack bar and then went on our way. The mountains and beaches on  this island are amazing! We drove all the way up the north shore and  stopped to take some pictures along the way. It was gorgeous! Brian was  such a good direction giver and we found our way around amazingly  well.... until we had to find the H-3 highway. We were nervous about the  whole thing because Brian&amp;nbsp;showed us where the traffic circle&amp;nbsp;was.  Anyway looking for the highway somehowe&amp;nbsp;we totally missed somewhere we  needed to be and ended up on likelike highway. Knowing full well we  shouldn't have been there we drove through a small tunnel and tried to  figure out a way to turn around.We finally did and ventured back and  with Emilys amazing driving techniques and my fabulous navigational  skills we made it back on to H-3!! And somehow completely bypassed the  socalled traffic circle. And we made it all the way home! with little to  no problems! We were both very excited! So then we were home safe and  sound. After that the next day we had a very busy schedule. We took the  Landrover to the grocery store which we found without a problem with  directions for Kane, hauled it directly to the US Postal service to buy  postcard stamps, went to jack in the box for a breakfast sandwich, then  to TCBY for some countrys best yogurt. Then we rushed back to the house  to eat our yogurt and fill out some postcards. From there (again with  Brians amazing directions) we raced....well when i say raced i mean went  4-5miles below each and every speed limit on the island) to the Aloha  stadium the home of the Rainbow Warriors for a swap meet. I was a little  aprehensive to be out in the sun especially since our sunburns are  still pretty uncomfortable, but the swap meet turned out to be a great  place. Emily and I bought some new bracelets, small pieces of luggage,  and some t shirts. We were very impressed with ourselves. Brian told us  we could haggle with the people selling things, but when we were buying  things no more expensive than $5.00....we couldn't see trying to haggle  them down any lower. After that we found briand and lucas at the local  Big K, and returned his vehicle completely unharmed!! We immediately  regretted a couple things we should have bought at the swap meet and  when Brian got home and said "show me the goods" we told him that we  kinda wished we went back.&amp;nbsp; so he said he would bring us back sunday!  yay for brian... alright more to write later!    &lt;/article&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473802316447791075-1054855448292927670?l=verbalninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/feeds/1054855448292927670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/2011/07/hawaii-blog-2may-of-07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473802316447791075/posts/default/1054855448292927670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473802316447791075/posts/default/1054855448292927670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/2011/07/hawaii-blog-2may-of-07.html' title='Hawaii Blog 2.....May of 07'/><author><name>* Erin *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747865366719242340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bme4pjoxiYA/ThffjT2znjI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ljyLwV6Lvi0/s220/0814081740.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473802316447791075.post-983005086228184704</id><published>2011-07-08T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:29:35.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii Blog 1.....May of 07,</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ductapellama/blog/264739368" rel="bookmark" title="Read Nothin like scrapin a bra strap up a sunburned arm"&gt;Nothin like scrapin a bra strap up a sunburned arm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;article class="post-body"&gt;          Hello All (well the 3 of you that actualy may read this haha) I can  not even believe I am sitting here on a couch blogging in Hawaii! When i  was a littlle girl i remember seeing commericals on the TV about disney  world. And in my little 5 year old mind it cost something in the range  of a million dollars to go there and i remember thinking how far away it  was and I would prolly never go there. As sad as that sounds i wasn't  really sad about it, it was just something i believed. Since then i grew  up and have been to disney approx 5 times.Crazy and no im freaken in  Hawaii!. Alright alright. Well since we got her LUCAS DID PICK US UP  FROM THE AIRPORT!!!!! We were to damn excited (side note just this very  second Lucas' roomate Brian handed me a wheat cracker with some sort of  raw fish and a dot of mustard...and I ate it... not as bad i thought it  would be haha) alright so from there lucas carried 2 of our bags and  Emily and i managed our other bags. We went to a friend of his house and  hung out for a little while then we came back to lucas' house where he  began drinking. Those of you who know me know im not that big into  drinking but they were having fun. The house was a good size and it has  to be due to the fact that i believe he has 15 roomates.... alright so  there is only like 5 but it seems like so much more. We got to see a  giant cockroach as lucas warned us they would randomly be around. He  also warned us about the lizards that randomly bounce around everywhere.  So far ive only seen one of each and they were both outdoors. (yay!) We  suprisingly became aquainted with the time change like it never even  happened. I can not say the same for flying back to ny and am not really  looking foward to that trip. But anyway Lucas informed us that he would  have to do at least 2 14 hour shifts while we were here. And today he  left early this morning at like 6:30ish and we will not see him before  5pm tomorrow. So his roomate Brian was nice enough to start to explain  where we should go. Equipped with Lucas' &amp;amp; Brians bike, a book about  O'ahu, and a sharpie drawn map with only approx 1/2 the amount of  street names we would be ready for today while all the boys (accept  maybe Kenneth) were at work. So this morning we got up and showered and  began cleaning their kitchen. Emily did the dishes and I swept and  swiffered all the floors (where I did happen to find 2 more cockroaches  both of which were already dead (another yay!)) but this is a house of  boys im not 100% positive they have ever swept in here but at least they  had the supplies. After all that we decided to leave Kenneth to his  interneting and we were off. Emily thought she was going to die on  randomly while traveling on our bikes in the street because at first  there wasn't any sidewalks. We finally got to the gas station and filled  out bike tires with air and continued on our trip. We got ourself to a  market where Brian told us we should buy sandwiches. So thats what we  did ( and some postcards) From there we totaly found the beach and  chained our bikes to a palm tree right next to a dead bird and we were  off into the water. It was so beautiful. I have never been on an island  before. It was amazing. There really weren't a surplus of people there  so everything was spaced out very well. Being used to living in Utica I  am concious about being in the water and leaving important things in the  ocean. So for the first long while I was watching for sharks and  thieves... that was my self appointed job haha. Pictures will totally&amp;nbsp;  be posted asap of the beach and water. The weather was amazing. From  there on our way back we totally scouted out all the local hot spots  such as TCBY and Jack in the box. So on the way back we stopped for a  lovely refreshing cheese cake oreo shiver from TCBY. Then made our way  most of the way back the bike chain kept falling off of her bike so we  walked the rest of the way. When we got back we immediately (took turns)  jumping in the shower where we washed off the 8 lbs of sand i brought  back with me and now feel completely refreshed. BUT.... now the sun burn  is showing itself quite evidently. which posed quite a problem getting  dressed.&amp;nbsp; So now we are home, sunburned, showered, comfortable. Hawaii  is about trying something new so.... We are going to order papa Johns  for dinner....haha alright so! thats it for now, im pretty impressed  with&amp;nbsp;ourselves venturing out into the island of Hawaii... alright well  if there is anything else exciting or eventful that happens I will be  sure to post it.... to entertain any of those who wish to read this.  Alright Aloha for now! Pictures&amp;nbsp; soon to come!!    &lt;/article&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473802316447791075-983005086228184704?l=verbalninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/feeds/983005086228184704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/2011/07/hawaii-blog-1may-of-07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473802316447791075/posts/default/983005086228184704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473802316447791075/posts/default/983005086228184704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/2011/07/hawaii-blog-1may-of-07.html' title='Hawaii Blog 1.....May of 07,'/><author><name>* Erin *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747865366719242340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bme4pjoxiYA/ThffjT2znjI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ljyLwV6Lvi0/s220/0814081740.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473802316447791075.post-3912311345831515824</id><published>2011-07-08T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:24:19.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post number 1.</title><content type='html'>I don't have much to say. But i am sure blogging is something i could get into. Who knows. if for nothing else but for my own enjoyment. And for keeping track of things. I have a couple blogs that i posted on my myspace... remember myspace?? anyway they were things i wrote when i was on vacation visiting a friend in Hawaii... I like to go back and read them sometimes... but i can NEVER remember my damn password. HAHA! so i am going to hack into my old myspace account at least 1 last time, because i am sick of thinking of new passwords and having to sit here like a goomba waiting for the email to say i am who i am, just to re read them. And i will copy and paste them here. And maybe.. .just maybe... i will become attached to this site long enough to at least remember the passwords. :-P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on that note. I should figure out how to work this thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473802316447791075-3912311345831515824?l=verbalninja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/feeds/3912311345831515824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/2011/07/post-number-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473802316447791075/posts/default/3912311345831515824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473802316447791075/posts/default/3912311345831515824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verbalninja.blogspot.com/2011/07/post-number-1.html' title='Post number 1.'/><author><name>* Erin *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04747865366719242340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bme4pjoxiYA/ThffjT2znjI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ljyLwV6Lvi0/s220/0814081740.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
