<?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-5588305</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:07:58.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven on Earth</title><subtitle type='html'>Look up in the sky....it's a bird, it's a plane, it's ANGEL AMY!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-114174281376866737</id><published>2006-03-07T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T09:48:32.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Skillz</title><summary type='text'>I got some skillz yo.Click below to see my video.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/114174281376866737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/114174281376866737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114174281376866737' title='Mad Skillz'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-113863339974969629</id><published>2006-01-30T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T10:03:19.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wha-What's Going on Over Here?</title><summary type='text'>This past weekend was pretty cool.  Saturday night we got to see Bill Burr at the Stress Factory.  He rocked.  First time to see him live, can't wait to see him again.  We had these chatty women at the table in front of us and Bill yelled at them, go Bill!  I didn't get to get a picture with him though. :(I had a great day with Tony, we got a lot of quality time together.  Our weekends always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/113863339974969629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/113863339974969629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113863339974969629' title='Wha-What&apos;s Going on Over Here?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-113769406125360321</id><published>2006-01-19T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T13:07:41.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><summary type='text'>I was thinking about a few things as I was working out today.I noticed that if I concentrate on my breathing while I am on the eliptical that the time goes faster and it's easier to get through the harder resistances.  I made sure I was slowing my breathing and made sure I was breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth.  I learned in Kung-Fu that breathing is important, so many people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/113769406125360321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/113769406125360321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113769406125360321' title='Thinking'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-113630478526304794</id><published>2006-01-03T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T11:13:05.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something</title><summary type='text'>I'm still 177 pounds, I am not too suprised since I havnen't been working out as much as I should so this week and next and so on I will put all my focus back on getting healthier and skinnier.  It's getting frustrating...VERY frustrating.  I didn't work out today because I need to relax after this past weekend.  I don't feel like I should go into it though.Back to work today after a horrible 4 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/113630478526304794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/113630478526304794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113630478526304794' title='Something'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-113526148405372859</id><published>2005-12-22T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T09:30:01.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grinch</title><summary type='text'>For many years now I have not been in any kind of holiday spirit.  I dont look forward to Christmas.  I don't enjoy the day at all.  The songs annoy me.  People being so fucking happy for no reason bugs me.  I actually enjoy buying gifts for people, makes me feel good, but I hate hate hate asking people for things.  I'd rather it be me getting people stuff and them just not getting me anything at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/113526148405372859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/113526148405372859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113526148405372859' title='Grinch'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-113526146645304794</id><published>2005-12-22T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T09:24:26.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new blogs</title><summary type='text'>As I was driving to see Tony there was miles of backed up traffic and it was pissing me off, I thought it was pointless New York traffic that had nothing to do with anything.  When I finally reached the scene of the "crime" I saw two cars stopped in the left lane so I thought to myself "oh ok, it was an accident." Then I saw something laying in the street and at first I thought it was a small </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/113526146645304794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/113526146645304794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113526146645304794' title='new blogs'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-113413639323709525</id><published>2005-12-09T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T08:53:13.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do I Turn It Off?</title><summary type='text'>I am talking about my brain, it's always thinking about something.  I knew I was coming in early last night so I wanted to go to sleep early last night so I could wake up early enough to still get a workout in....3am I finally fell asleep.  My mind just races and thinks about everything it could possibly think of and I can't stop it.  No matter how much I just try to relax nothing seems to help.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/113413639323709525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/113413639323709525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113413639323709525' title='How Do I Turn It Off?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-113380209837545985</id><published>2005-12-05T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T12:01:38.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Cold Out</title><summary type='text'>Hmm where do I start?  There is snow on the ground. Yup!I haven't posted about my weight yet because I haven't worked out in 2 weeks, I suck.  I started back up again today so I feel a whole lot better.  Hopefully I'll lose it all back quickly.  I'm not worrying about it too much since I knew this was going to happen.This past weekend went way too quickly.  I had a great time with Tony though.  I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/113380209837545985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/113380209837545985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113380209837545985' title='It&apos;s Cold Out'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-113242101641196366</id><published>2005-11-19T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T12:24:29.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May the Inukshuk be your guide for a safe journey throughout lifes travels.</title><summary type='text'>Just weighed myself, 174.2...I gotta work harder next week.  At least it's a loss and not a gain.  I am worried about next week since I won't get to workout a lot because of all the running around so I have to make sure I don't eat too much.  I am hoping to be in the lower 160s by Christmas.This coming week I am on a very much needed vacation.  Tony and I are going to spend the whole week </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/113242101641196366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/113242101641196366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113242101641196366' title='May the Inukshuk be your guide for a safe journey throughout lifes travels.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-113097945465561546</id><published>2005-11-02T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T19:57:34.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Set In</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I was thinking about the whole situation that my mom and Bob will be moving to TN and what-not.  It only set in yesterday that after they move I'll only be seeing them for holidays or whatever.  They wont be a few minutes away if I want to hang out.  They will be states away and I wont be able to just hop in my car and go for a lil ride to see them or the dogs or anything.It's one thing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/113097945465561546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/113097945465561546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113097945465561546' title='Reality Set In'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-113086195352538781</id><published>2005-11-01T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T11:19:13.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia and Apple Butter</title><summary type='text'>This past weekend we went to Virginia to make apple butter with Bob's family.  It's an annual or semi-annual event depending on how much we make.  They have been doing this since Bob was a wee-lad but this year would be the firs time I would be able to go.  I was very excited to finally be able to go and I was more happy because Tony came with us.We left early Friday morning and I drove the whole</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/113086195352538781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/113086195352538781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113086195352538781' title='Virginia and Apple Butter'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-112998730008267322</id><published>2005-10-22T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T09:21:40.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><summary type='text'>I officiallly weigh 178.2 lbs :-D that makes me very happy.  I still have a long way to go but I was stuck in the 180s forever.  Feels good to finally move on.  Even m belly has gotten a tiny bit smaller, horray!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/112998730008267322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/112998730008267322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112998730008267322' title='Finally'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-112965856135120118</id><published>2005-10-18T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:02:41.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed</title><summary type='text'>Ever since Bob brought up the moving thing to me and I started looking around I've been fucking obsessed with it.  It's been consuming me that I can't afford to move out and I want to so badly.  I really don't want another job but it's the only way.  Stores don't want someone who isn't willing to work weekends, but I refuse to work weekends.  I really don't want my day job to be anything that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/112965856135120118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/112965856135120118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112965856135120118' title='Stressed'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-112938564848266898</id><published>2005-10-15T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T10:14:10.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Just Don't Get It</title><summary type='text'>Before I go into my mini rant I'd just like to say that despite of all the crap I ate last weekend and a lil bit during the week I managed to lose a lil over a pound.  I am now 180.8, that makes me happy.  I will be in the 170s when I check back next week, I'm almost there.I went out to breakfast with my mom this morning which was awesome since we never get to spend any time together.  I took </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/112938564848266898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/112938564848266898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112938564848266898' title='You Just Don&apos;t Get It'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-112935057863916453</id><published>2005-10-15T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T00:29:38.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlos Put Seaweed in My Food and Mr Jarvis Didn't Belive Me</title><summary type='text'>I'd like to start off by talking about my morning.  I decided that today was going to be cleaning out my closet day....no not the eminem song.  For most of you who don't know before this morning my closet was filled from top to bottom with things that I had packed from when we moved here back in '98.  These were things that I really didn't need, I finally got sick of the mess so I threw </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/112935057863916453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/112935057863916453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112935057863916453' title='Carlos Put Seaweed in My Food and Mr Jarvis Didn&apos;t Belive Me'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-112788295386130409</id><published>2005-09-28T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T00:49:13.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M A RIOT...</title><summary type='text'>YOU'RE A FUCKING RIOT.....GET IT!!!!!!!!!that Dane Cook is a silly bitch.Anyway.....I'm only a few pounds away from finally getting out of the 180s.  I've lost almost 20 pounds, wehn I think about it that way it seems so amazing but when I look at myself I still see that I have a lot more to lose.  It's very discouraging but I am not giving up.  I have stuck with this longer than I have stuck </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/112788295386130409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/112788295386130409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112788295386130409' title='I&apos;M A RIOT...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-112653454550796724</id><published>2005-09-12T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:15:45.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Blog</title><summary type='text'>Friday was my birthday and I had off from work.  Tony came down to see me for the whole weekend, it was the best.  We went to the Phillie's game to celebrate.  We had tickets for front row right on the dugout, best seats to have.  I don't think I'll ever be able to sit anywhere else at a baseball game, these were awesome seats.Picks of Game and Gift  - Here are some pics of us from the game (I'll</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/112653454550796724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/112653454550796724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112653454550796724' title='Birthday Blog'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-112471777238127414</id><published>2005-08-22T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T09:36:12.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finally downloaded the pictures of my new bearded dragon.  Her name is Paris (thanks to Shelle), she is about 3-4 months old and my pride and joy.  Shes very much a ham for the camera and loves to get her picture taken.  I can tell her personality already, shes a true chick.Paris woke me up this morning, as soon as she woke up she went to eat the remainder of the leaves that were in her bowl </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/112471777238127414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/112471777238127414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112471777238127414' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-112454484330871397</id><published>2005-08-20T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T09:34:03.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goings On</title><summary type='text'>Few weeks ago I went to the doctor to get my migraines checked out and for other health concerns I have.  It ended up being for something way different.I've always had irregular periods and no doctor has shown any concern when I would tell them so this doctor's reaction was very suprising to me, almost scary.  Her eyes got real big like my head was expanding.  She thought maybe I had PCOS (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/112454484330871397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/112454484330871397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112454484330871397' title='Goings On'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-112325577630280135</id><published>2005-08-05T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T11:29:36.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Customer Complaint</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I was on a call with a customer service rep and she was saying how there was a guy on her line that wanted to file a complaint against one of our drivers.  Problem is we don't really know if it is a driver from our station for sure.  The guy caught his wife having sex with one of our drivers.  She works in North Brunswick so the rep called our station since we do that area.  I told her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/112325577630280135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/112325577630280135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112325577630280135' title='Customer Complaint'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-112290879593852094</id><published>2005-08-01T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T13:04:07.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Gone</title><summary type='text'>This wont be a long entry.On Friday AnnMarie and I went to see the Backstreet Boys down in Atlantic City.  Yea yea laugh it up, it's a guilty pleasure and everyone has one.  The concert was really good.  I wish I would have memorized the new cd.  It was a good time.  I'd go again.AJ blew us off.  If you know me you know how much I LOVE AJ and I'm still hurt about it.  AnnMarie and I were on our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/112290879593852094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/112290879593852094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112290879593852094' title='Never Gone'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-111988455009759215</id><published>2005-06-27T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T11:05:14.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Floppy Pig</title><summary type='text'>I wanna start by talking a tiny bit about last week.  Lauren was on vacation and Phil was out for three days and of course I had to cover both people's jobs.  It was hectic an dI just couldn't wait til the weekend.  I hate our new DFSM (that's Distric Field Service Manager) for those of you who were wondering.  I'mglad Lauren is bacl but there are going to be two new people coming to our station </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111988455009759215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111988455009759215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111988455009759215' title='Floppy Pig'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-111868402743967093</id><published>2005-06-13T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T18:04:50.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our San Diego Vacation.</title><summary type='text'>I will try to talk about as many things as I can.  I wrote some notes about everything I wanted to talk about, it'll be broken down by day.If you don't want to read and you just want to look at the pictures click here.For those of you still with me, joke is on them, there are more pictures than there will be words here probably. :snicker snicker:  (ok maybe not)Sunday:Sunday was the day we would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111868402743967093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111868402743967093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111868402743967093' title='Our San Diego Vacation.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-111777097776006383</id><published>2005-06-02T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:56:17.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Sick Little Monkeys</title><summary type='text'>Almost every day I check my Extreme tracking thingy to see all my stats and what-not and I don't know how you people are doing it but for whatever reason you keep searching for cunt and getting my blog...WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!??!?!?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111777097776006383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111777097776006383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111777097776006383' title='You Sick Little Monkeys'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-111725238952695617</id><published>2005-05-27T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T23:58:10.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Is Always Thinkin...</title><summary type='text'>Two things about driving....1) Sometimes I want to just ram into people with my car to teach them not to be so fucking stupid while driving.  I know I would if it weren't for that whole wrecked car thing.  I don't even care if I get hurt. (not to mention a law suit as well)  These assholes need to be stopped. 2)CHINESE PEOPLE CANNOT DRIVE!!!!!  Today I was stuck behind a slow chink that had their</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111725238952695617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111725238952695617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111725238952695617' title='My Mind Is Always Thinkin...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-111711705149574731</id><published>2005-05-26T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T23:34:51.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Noise to the World 2005</title><summary type='text'>I will recount my day yesterday as best I could...For those of you who just want to see pictures, click here.Ok, now for the one or two people who are still with me...I went to AnnMarie's to meet her there ince she was driving.  They weren't back yet so I watched Love Connection for a while, a damn funny show.  Ok, I know you don't want a play by play, [Dark Helmet]fooled you![/Dark Helmet]On </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111711705149574731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111711705149574731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111711705149574731' title='Noise to the World 2005'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-111711498922292642</id><published>2005-05-26T09:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T09:43:09.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><summary type='text'>I didn't forget writing about my weekend like I said I was going to do the other day.  Saturday I got my eyebrow pierced, I love how it looks.  I also went to see Star Wars with Tony, it has got to be one of my all time favorite movies.  I know people didn't like it as much as I did but oh well.  Tony and I stayed in a room, it was a very plesant surprise from Tony.  I couldn't sleep at all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111711498922292642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111711498922292642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111711498922292642' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-111681985888655844</id><published>2005-05-22T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:44:18.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyebrow</title><summary type='text'>I finally got my eyebrow pierced this weekend.  It didn't hurt at all and I handled it a lot better then I thought I would have.  I just lay on the table with my eyes closed, breathing, making sure I don't think about anyone going near my eye and I got through it perfectly.  I have a hoop even though I wanted a barbell but the guy said hoops heal better so I didn't object.I'll write more about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111681985888655844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111681985888655844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111681985888655844' title='Eyebrow'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-111660490417473121</id><published>2005-05-20T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T12:04:26.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><summary type='text'>I'm usually not a big movie goer but I have seen 3 movies within the past month or so.  I wish it weren't so expensive.  I was thinking yesterday when you're in the movies it's almost like you're not in the world anymore and then all of a sudden the movie is over and the lights come up and you realize that you have to go and face the worl again, if you're coming out of a real good movie it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111660490417473121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111660490417473121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111660490417473121' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-111595540680392068</id><published>2005-05-12T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T23:41:48.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Annoy Myself</title><summary type='text'>I have caught the union bug at work and I have found myself complaining about every little thing that happens. I promised myself I would never become "that person" but I have to admit that I have. I really noticed it yesterday.  I've been complaining to everyone that would listen about the same topic all day long.  It got to the point where I would be sick of hearing myself bitch.  I hate when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111595540680392068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111595540680392068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111595540680392068' title='I Annoy Myself'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-111513370625424807</id><published>2005-05-03T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T13:03:00.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am falling apart.</title><summary type='text'>For the past few months I have been feeling like something is wrong with me.  My whole body aches, my stomach hurts, I have been getting headaches almost every day of the week and I just don't know what it is.  I know I need to get myself checked out but I am scared to call a new doctor.  I know I need a new doctor so he can help with all the problems that my other doctor doesn't help me with but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111513370625424807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111513370625424807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111513370625424807' title='I am falling apart.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-111341303575735948</id><published>2005-04-13T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T13:23:55.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><summary type='text'>Answering phones.Helping the people at the counter.Answering messages.Printing out the PRODs.Checking in drivers.Scanning the cage.Working on ADs.Dispatching.Processing WPX shipments.Getting revenue airwaybills together to be sent out.Data Entering International airwaybills.Processing Hazmat shipments.The list above is a glimpse into my day yesterday.  I literally did every job that there is to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111341303575735948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111341303575735948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111341303575735948' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-111297417611165610</id><published>2005-04-08T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T12:06:53.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Updates</title><summary type='text'>I've been real busy with taking some sidekick pictures so I have updated that part of my album &lt;~~Click there.I also took some updated pictures of my room.Here is the link to the whole page if you need to go back and refresh your memory or if you haven't seen the pictures yet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111297417611165610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111297417611165610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111297417611165610' title='Picture Updates'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-111297238724741076</id><published>2005-04-08T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T10:59:47.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes You Different....</title><summary type='text'>I was going through my teenie bopper cds and shit from when I was younger and I wanted to just post the lyrics to this one song because it was totally being sung to me.I have another entry to make after this.Backstreet Boys What Makes You Different (Makes You Beautiful) You don't run with the crowdYou go your own wayYou don't play after darkYou light up my dayGot your own kind of styleThat sets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111297238724741076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111297238724741076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111297238724741076' title='What Makes You Different....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-111229233718836942</id><published>2005-03-31T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T13:13:01.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Weird</title><summary type='text'>I have a few things to say in this entry, both things I have been thinking about on and off for a while now.  Just some random pondnerness on my part really, but it's something that I've thought about so much that I just have to get it out so maybe I could move on to another thought.Throughout my life I have made friends in all sorts of different places.  Friends were all I had when I was younger</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111229233718836942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111229233718836942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111229233718836942' title='Life is Weird'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-111151172773240459</id><published>2005-03-22T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T12:50:21.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Painted Room</title><summary type='text'>We started painting on Saturday, finished on Sunday, touched up on Monday, Carpeted on Moday, started moving things back in on Tuesday, and I have no idea when I'll be totally finished.  I took some pics before, during, and after and here they are.  There will be more when I am totally finished.  Tell me what you think.Here is a sample:Tony and I did most of the painting and I love how everything</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111151172773240459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111151172773240459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111151172773240459' title='My Painted Room'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-111109902161238318</id><published>2005-03-17T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T17:37:01.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Sidekick</title><summary type='text'>I just wanted to test out posting from the sidekick and if it would work.  This way I can share a lot more random thoughts with you.  Don't you feel special.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111109902161238318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111109902161238318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111109902161238318' title='On the Sidekick'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-111109693912042641</id><published>2005-03-17T16:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T12:16:46.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Dusty In Here</title><summary type='text'>:Cough Cough:Holy crap, it's been a while.  Some things have been going on since I last blogged.  I got hazmat certified for work.  I went to hazmat classes for 4 days up by Newark airport.  I had to be there by 8 so waking up early wasn't that fun.  It was interesting to learn some new things.  It was real great to see the family again though, it's been almost a year that I haven't been able to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111109693912042641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/111109693912042641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111109693912042641' title='It&apos;s Dusty In Here'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-110799341915932012</id><published>2005-02-09T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T18:56:59.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Bang Lady Luck...</title><summary type='text'>The reason I say this is because I think it'll be the only way to get some good luck.  Just when I thought that I'd be worry free for a while and things would get better, something just had to go wrong.  I was driving to work and it was somewhat hot in my car so I opened both windows.  I heard a little pop in my passenger window so I tried to bring it back up and it didn't do anything, all I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/110799341915932012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/110799341915932012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110799341915932012' title='I Wanna Bang Lady Luck...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-110753510426142328</id><published>2005-02-04T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T11:38:24.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>1) I saw a pkg yesterday going to the Immaculate Conception school and I got to thinking...and I giggled.  Immaculate=Impeccably clean; spotless.Conception=The entity formed by the union of the male sperm and female ovum; an embryo or zygote...or in other words, making a baby.SO these schools teach kids how to have a baby very clean like.  I wouldn't bring my kid to a school that has sex </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/110753510426142328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/110753510426142328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110753510426142328' title='Some Thoughts'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-110727748532563608</id><published>2005-02-01T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T12:04:45.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Erection Expo?</title><summary type='text'>I'll start with talking about last week...because of the snow Phil (our dispatcher) had to call off for the whole week.  This guy is out of work more than he actually goes to work, I don't understand how that can be allowed.  People sure do take advantage of the union and FMLA.  I was dispatcher last week and it was NUTS.  No one appreciates my hard work though, considering the fact that they act</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/110727748532563608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/110727748532563608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110727748532563608' title='The Erection Expo?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-110666818816966403</id><published>2005-01-25T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T10:51:07.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Sucks</title><summary type='text'>This weekend me and Tony got to stay in a hotel this weekend. It was really great.  Tony got stranded by the snow muahahhaha.  We got some pizza and just chilled out in the room.  Warm warm snuggly bed.  Sunday I won at poker AGAIN, booyah!  Tony stayed over again because of the weather.  I can't believe that they are selling fucking bathing suits in stores already.  ITS NINE DEGREES OUT!!!! I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/110666818816966403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/110666818816966403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110666818816966403' title='Snow Sucks'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-110598267244800355</id><published>2005-01-17T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T13:42:37.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Stuff Going On</title><summary type='text'>I did write a long detailed thing but my fucking session expired and I am not writing it all again.I got a new car Click.The bank took 600 dollars out of my savings account for no reason.I am waiting to get my $1000 back from the Mini dealership.I hate sales people, they are the scum of the earth.Lauren is on vacation this week so I am going to be alone.I cleaned up a lot of my room </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/110598267244800355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/110598267244800355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110598267244800355' title='Lots of Stuff Going On'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-110373905848601876</id><published>2004-12-22T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T13:10:58.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Of My Car</title><summary type='text'>I went to see the damage of my car and I took some pictures.Damage</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/110373905848601876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/110373905848601876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110373905848601876' title='Pictures Of My Car'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-110363990811339236</id><published>2004-12-21T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:38:28.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, Where's My Car?</title><summary type='text'>Sunday afternoon as Tony and I drove up to the house I noticed something was wrong.  My car wasn't in my spot.  I said, "where's my car?" about 10 times.  Different reasons were racing through my head as I began to panic.  We got out of the truck and walked towards the house as my mom and Bob came out onto the porch.  Again I said, "where's my car?" and they didn't say anything but tell me to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/110363990811339236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/110363990811339236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110363990811339236' title='Dude, Where&apos;s My Car?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-110192695482295769</id><published>2004-12-01T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T15:06:26.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Imitrex Saves</title><summary type='text'>My migraines have been getting really bad lately so I finally decided to do something about it...ok it was my mom's idea, but still...she called my doctor and got a prescription for Imitrex.  I gotta spray this stuff up my nose and the headache went away in about 20 minutes.  I hope it works like this all the time.  Hopefully it'll stop the headaches before I have to throw up.  I still have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/110192695482295769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/110192695482295769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110192695482295769' title='Imitrex Saves'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-110131261269336785</id><published>2004-11-24T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T11:10:12.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff on My Mind and Stuff</title><summary type='text'>I want to be a stand up comedian.I wish I could rap.I pre-ordered my XM Delphi MyFi today, very happy about that.I can't wait til today is over, I actually get to see my family tomorrow.  I really wish I had off on Friday though, Friday will probably a pretty quiet day though so that's good.I may use Thursday to throw out a lot of my clothes and all this other crap in my room that I don't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/110131261269336785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/110131261269336785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110131261269336785' title='Stuff on My Mind and Stuff'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-110080091519473257</id><published>2004-11-18T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T00:01:19.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sims 2 and Procrastination</title><summary type='text'>I know I haven't written in a while.  Ever since I got The Sims 2 I have been totally hooked.  When you're playing something like that you don't really have any sense of time.  I come home from work and turn on the game and next thing I know it's 4:30am.  I hate the fact that my character person is like 3 days away from turning into an elder, I am too fucking young to be old.  If you liked the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/110080091519473257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/110080091519473257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110080091519473257' title='The Sims 2 and Procrastination'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-109820547595097531</id><published>2004-10-19T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T13:04:35.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Rant</title><summary type='text'>Today I went to buy my millionth hands free headset for my phone.  It's hard to find a headset that actually fits inside my ear, I finally found one a few weeks ago and it fucking BROKE overnight somehow so I ventured to find a new one, thank god I found one, hopefully this will be the last one I will have to buy in a long time.  With my other ones they have either broken, not fit in my ear, or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109820547595097531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109820547595097531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109820547595097531' title='Mini Rant'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-109782334015562543</id><published>2004-10-15T02:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T02:55:40.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Soccer</title><summary type='text'>I know I should be sleeping right now but I just can't.  It's not only the thought of soccer that is keeping me awake but that's what I am going to be talking about.None of you knew me before I broke my leg but my life was different.  Let's take away the fact that I was a lot younger than I am now.  I want to just look at how my life was going.  I wasn't doing too well in math, I never did too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109782334015562543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109782334015562543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109782334015562543' title='Missing Soccer'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-109759951055897411</id><published>2004-10-12T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:40:50.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Um What Is That?</title><summary type='text'>That was the big question last night out on the dock during our outbound operations.  As this penis looking canister went down the belt you can't help but ask, "what is that?"  Lauren and I talked with the driver about the package and it was a shocker to say the least.  That's right folks, Bull Semen.  We had to hold it since we don't have a commercial invoice or value for it.  I will try to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109759951055897411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109759951055897411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109759951055897411' title='Um What Is That?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-109751127820435059</id><published>2004-10-11T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T12:49:52.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>America! FUCK YEAH!</title><summary type='text'>I had an awesome weekend this weekend.  Started out by Tony and I went out to lunch at Houlihans.  My dad bought me one of my birthday gifts, it's AWESOME!  I got old school Super Mario Brothers for my GBA, brings back memories.  I'm not used to it on such a small screen and what-not but I am getting used to it.  Tony and I went to see the sneak peak of Team America (as seen in my entry below).  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109751127820435059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109751127820435059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109751127820435059' title='America! FUCK YEAH!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-109750963365447825</id><published>2004-10-11T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T11:47:13.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Team America Review</title><summary type='text'>On Saturday Tony and I went to the sneak peak of Team America.  The movie looked very funny from the previews but it's nothing compared to how funny the movie actually is.  It's one of the best movies I've seen.  The guys make it known that they're not master puppeteers but not too obvious.  The script was wonderful and everything was just very well put together.  Everyone in the theater laughed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109750963365447825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109750963365447825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109750963365447825' title='Team America Review'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-109720881813124095</id><published>2004-10-07T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T00:13:38.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Fuck Up</title><summary type='text'>This is the only reason why this entry is called that...I didn't really know what else I wanted to call it, it really has nothing to do with what I am about to talk about.  Just a sticker AnnMarie gave me last night.AnnMarie, Romy, Erin, and I deiced to go to the Tower Records in Cherry Hill, NJ to buy the new Good Charlotte CD and get it signed.  Sounds way easier said than done.  We decided</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109720881813124095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109720881813124095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109720881813124095' title='I&apos;m A Fuck Up'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-109699122055541640</id><published>2004-10-05T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T11:52:53.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No See</title><summary type='text'>So I have been a bit lazy lately...let's hope I can remember everything that has happened in the past month.My birthday party was awesome.  I got very drunk, mission accomplished!!! ((First on Friday I went out after work with the guys and Mikey bought me a drink or two and Dougie had them come over and sing to me which made me VERY embarrassed, but I got free icecream.  We hang out every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109699122055541640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109699122055541640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109699122055541640' title='Long Time No See'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-109474587163928538</id><published>2004-09-09T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T12:04:31.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st Birthday To Me</title><summary type='text'>It's about fucking time!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109474587163928538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109474587163928538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109474587163928538' title='Happy 21st Birthday To Me'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-109456766754298760</id><published>2004-09-07T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T10:36:43.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Into Your Room NOW!</title><summary type='text'>I'd like to start off by telling the story that spawned the title of today's entry.  Mom and Bob were in VA from Friday-Today because Bob's aunt died.  I had the house all to myself so of course I had Tony stay over for the weekend.  My mom or Bob called every half hour or so just to see how things were, so annoying.  I was naked and thought it was safe to walk through the house, my lil brother </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109456766754298760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109456766754298760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109456766754298760' title='Go Into Your Room NOW!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-109404740148683455</id><published>2004-09-01T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T10:03:21.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiders Love Me</title><summary type='text'>They actually love my car more than anything else.  Every night when I walk to my car to go home wheather its from work or from Tony's or from anywhere, I see at least one spider on my car.  It's the weirdest thing.  One night I had three on there.  I don't know where they are coming from and why they are attracted to my car but I'd like to be filled in on it if they're having their secret spider</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109404740148683455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109404740148683455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109404740148683455' title='Spiders Love Me'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-109388337133133496</id><published>2004-08-30T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:41:14.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mushy Weekends.</title><summary type='text'>The last two weekends me and Tony got to stay in hotels together.  Last Saturday I had to work once again.  Tony came to hang out in the office with me which made the day SO much better.  There comes a certain point in the day that there is just nothing going on and it gets VERY boring.  It was cool though because the supervisor that was there in the PM last week I actually get along with.  While</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109388337133133496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109388337133133496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109388337133133496' title='Mushy Weekends.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-109387774843780350</id><published>2004-08-30T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T10:55:48.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be or Not To Be?</title><summary type='text'>That was the question last week.  I was given an opportunity for another job within the company.  It would have been a great thing to have on my resume as well as a nice pay increase....sounds great doesn't it?  Well I wasn't sure if I wanted to leave the station I work at now, wasn't sure what the job actually entailed, wasn't sure about a lot of things.  I decided to at least go for an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109387774843780350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109387774843780350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109387774843780350' title='To Be or Not To Be?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-109258532392546051</id><published>2004-08-15T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T11:55:23.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Only Answered My Phone.</title><summary type='text'>I want to start out by talking about Friday.  I have never really believed in bad luck on Friday the 13th until a few days ago.  Friday had to be one of the most awful days in a long time.  It seemed like everything was going wrong.  Two people were on vacation and 2 people took the day off.  There was no one in the office, driver's were having trouble with their scanners and their trucks, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109258532392546051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109258532392546051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109258532392546051' title='I Only Answered My Phone.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-109206170315246626</id><published>2004-08-09T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T11:18:11.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, What a Weekend.</title><summary type='text'>Just a lil note: Birthday in exactly one month, YAY!This past weekend has got to be one of the best weekends of my life.  Wednesday night after work I drove up to Tony.  His parents were in Vegas for the week so he was there alone and on vacation and I wanted to spend some time with him.  I was so tired by the time I got there that we had a sammich, I took a shower, and went to bed.  My dice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109206170315246626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109206170315246626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109206170315246626' title='Wow, What a Weekend.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-109164103042393993</id><published>2004-08-04T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T13:45:57.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Miss...</title><summary type='text'>Things have changed since I started working for DHL and I've been sitting here thinking about all the things I miss since I have started workingas well as things I miss that I haven't seen or done or heard or whatever in a long time.  There are a lot of things I miss....I am going to just write a random non-detailed list.  Here it goes:Tony When I'm Not With HimHome Cooked Meals (even though </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109164103042393993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109164103042393993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109164103042393993' title='Things I Miss...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-109154090305490517</id><published>2004-08-03T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T09:48:23.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Saved a Monkey!</title><summary type='text'>The dark brown monkey on the left is the monkey I saved.  He would have been in the store forever if I hadn't chosen to buy him.  Poor lil guy is a bit broken but I still love him :).Last week was very crazy so this weekend was just what I needed to relax.  Saturday Tony came over and I got my hair cut and highlighted.  I wanted it to my shoulders but it's just a bit under my chin, but that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109154090305490517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109154090305490517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109154090305490517' title='I Saved a Monkey!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-109090010485026534</id><published>2004-07-26T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T23:48:24.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pics I Took At Work</title><summary type='text'>My Lil Corner at Work :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109090010485026534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109090010485026534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109090010485026534' title='Some Pics I Took At Work'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-109085368518164436</id><published>2004-07-26T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T10:57:23.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hot Sign Is On!!!</title><summary type='text'>I had to start out with this...how could I not?  We went to Krispy Kreme at one point yesterday and we were lucky enough to be there for the hot sign.  As you all know these have to be the most scrumptuous, most delectible, most orgasmic food EVER.  The hot glaze melting in your mouth and the hot dough collapsing and slididng down your throat, SO GOOD!  It makes me so sad that we don't have any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109085368518164436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109085368518164436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109085368518164436' title='The Hot Sign Is On!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-109033190435745772</id><published>2004-07-20T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T11:04:32.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Married?</title><summary type='text'>That seemed to have been the big question of the day on Saturday.  No, not yet.  We went to Tony's cousin's daughter's birthday party.  I hadn't met that side of the family yet so I qas pretty shy and uncomfortable.  I just shook everyone's hand and said, "nice to meet you."  The food was awesome, the weather was hot and humid, and I was kinda cranky for some reason.  We didn't stay too long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109033190435745772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/109033190435745772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109033190435745772' title='Married?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108981858483139685</id><published>2004-07-14T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T11:23:04.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Behind...</title><summary type='text'>It's been a pretty eventful few weeks.  I've just been lazy about blogging though, hehe.  Remember that laptop I bought?  Yea that's not happening.  Long story short, I picked the wrong person to buy from.  I got my refund and I'll be looking around for another one.  I had bought the router and a mouse and everything.  We're going to a computer show in a few weeks so I'll see what they have there</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108981858483139685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108981858483139685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108981858483139685' title='Way Behind...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108851767664558015</id><published>2004-06-29T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T10:05:01.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm, Next Exit is the Bronx.</title><summary type='text'>It was an awful week last week, lot's of frustration and just not feeling goodness.  Being forced to work on Saturday didn't help either but I had no choice.  Working on Saturday wasn't as bad as I had expected.  It did get a little crazy but it always does.  I forgot that I was going home at 4:30 and I left at 4.  I sent an e-mail to my supervisor explaining what happened and she didn't seem to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108851767664558015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108851767664558015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108851767664558015' title='Ummm, Next Exit is the Bronx.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108791334322669971</id><published>2004-06-22T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T13:32:45.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos To Gander At</title><summary type='text'>Casa De Tony and AmyThese are the pictures of the couch and chair I fell in love with, along with the grill I fell in love with.  The man I fell in love with is in there too :)North PortHere are the pictures from North Port, I hope to add more in the next time we go there.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108791334322669971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108791334322669971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108791334322669971' title='Photos To Gander At'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108783189890406483</id><published>2004-06-21T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T11:31:38.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Down By The Water.</title><summary type='text'>This weekend had to have been one of my best weekends with Tony.  I drove out to him for the very first time.  On the way up I wasn't nervous at all and it was a quick ride.  When I got off the Southern State Parkway I met Tony up on Rt. 110.  We stopped off in a parking lot somewhere so we could smooch and hug before we were off.  We stopped off at Tony's job to drop off my car.  We stopped in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108783189890406483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108783189890406483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108783189890406483' title='Down By The Water.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108727356057557392</id><published>2004-06-15T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T00:26:00.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Competition.  Good For You.  Bad For Them</title><summary type='text'>That's our main new slogan for advertising, I love it.They came out with a new commercial and other ways to advertize the company, which we desperately need.  It's all here on this website: DHL.com I recommend the tv commercial, I find it hysterical.  It's something that will catch people's eyes if they see it.  If anything they will giggle, they might even think about using us.  Every time I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108727356057557392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108727356057557392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108727356057557392' title='Competition.  Good For You.  Bad For Them'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108722915911506607</id><published>2004-06-14T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T12:05:59.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puerto Rican and Gay Pride!</title><summary type='text'>This weekend was an awesome one with Tony.  Saturday we had a calm day, which we both needed.  MOst of the day we just snuggled in my room and watched some movies.  We spent very little time at the mall and it was right back to snuggling more.  The day didn't seem to go by so quickly this way.  We don't need to be rushing like we have been, we just need more time with eachother.  I just had a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108722915911506607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108722915911506607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108722915911506607' title='Puerto Rican and Gay Pride!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108697192767708476</id><published>2004-06-11T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T12:38:47.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Work Confrontation</title><summary type='text'>I have been stuck at dispatch this week, one of my least favorite things to do at work.  I'll give you a little background info before I go on to tell you what happened...The dispatcher sits at a computer all day and gets various types of messages that the drivers sends them on their scanners and the dispatcher has to either fix or help or do whatever the message says to do.  Sometimes a pickup </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108697192767708476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108697192767708476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108697192767708476' title='My First Work Confrontation'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108661968123039202</id><published>2004-06-07T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T10:48:01.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating One Great Year</title><summary type='text'>This weekend Tony and I got to spend another great weekend together.  Saturday we watched Harry Potter and I thought it was awesome.  The line to the popcorn was insane, stupid kids, so we didn't have any popcorn.  Watching a movie without popcorn is just a crime.  We went to Hooters for dinner, which I LOVED!  We watched Smarty Jones lose steam and lose the Belmont Stakes as I was watching full </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108661968123039202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108661968123039202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108661968123039202' title='Celebrating One Great Year'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108617797364299006</id><published>2004-06-02T07:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T08:06:13.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Electric!</title><summary type='text'>I totally forgot to blog about the new phone I got. It's the Kyocera SE47 Slider Phone.  It is a million times better than my ancient Sony Ericsson.  I have already downloaded two ringtones and two games and I am limiting myself to that unless they come up with "Yeah" as a ringtone, I also was thinking about downloading Tetris onto it.  I also upgraded my plan to a whopping 2000 minutes, I sure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108617797364299006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108617797364299006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108617797364299006' title='It&apos;s Electric!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108610357386561330</id><published>2004-06-01T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T11:26:13.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Parades Are Following Us.</title><summary type='text'>What a wonderful weekend I just had, one of the better weekends actually.  I think I say that every weekend but my times with Tony just keep getting better and better.  Saturday we mostly just spent the day in the hotel and just snuggling because we both missed eachother very much.  We actually fell asleep and had a much needed nap.  It was just so wonderful to have some quality time with him.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108610357386561330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108610357386561330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108610357386561330' title='The Parades Are Following Us.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108541002470239060</id><published>2004-05-24T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T10:47:04.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Armed Man vs Chinky McDreadlocks</title><summary type='text'>I think we knew that was going to be the title.  Saturday was the YMB pool tournament.  I got to drive there!  It was a fun ride up, I made a wrong turn but we got ourselves back to where we were supposed to go.  It was awesome to see everyone again, it had been so long.  I didn't plan on playing but I wound up getting tagged in.  I won the first game but lost the second.  We left a lil early </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108541002470239060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108541002470239060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108541002470239060' title='One Armed Man vs Chinky McDreadlocks'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108528658873032182</id><published>2004-05-23T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T00:29:48.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Gone.</title><summary type='text'>I looked a few more times for Bruno.  This search included going through all the rocks in the tank with my hands and a look around the room for him and I can't find him anywhere.  Both of my brothers say that don't know what happened and neither do I.  It's so sad to sit here and not know what happened to him.  I hate not knowing where he went and how and when and all that.  It's like he just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108528658873032182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108528658873032182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108528658873032182' title='He&apos;s Gone.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108502875245695397</id><published>2004-05-20T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T00:53:28.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Seen This Toad?</title><summary type='text'>MISSING!Name: BrunoAge: 1Species: Firebellied ToadLast Seen: May 19, 2004 in the morning in his tank.He can sometimes be jumpy around people but if you have crickets that will make you his best friend.I can't find Bruno anywhere, it's the weirdest thing.  Even if he did die he would still be in the tank, but I don't see him anywhere in there.  There isn't even signs of the tank being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108502875245695397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108502875245695397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108502875245695397' title='Have You Seen This Toad?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108480689898185523</id><published>2004-05-17T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T11:14:58.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oinkers and Quackers</title><summary type='text'>I had a great weekend with Tony, we got to spend the night together.  I bought LOTS of stuffs.  On Saturday we went to IHOP for lunch and I had a very yummy sammich.  I spent a lot of money this weekend but it was mostly on stuff I needed like clothes and storage and things like that.  I need more pants but I couldn't really find anything I liked.  We got to snuggle a lot this weekend which I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108480689898185523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108480689898185523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108480689898185523' title='Oinkers and Quackers'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108419465920004851</id><published>2004-05-10T08:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T11:37:44.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Car</title><summary type='text'>...before I go into what happened with Eric (that's my car's name), I want to talk about my excellent weekend with Tony...  We got to snuggle more than we got to last week, which was great.  We went to the mall to finish getting my mom's mother's day gift but I couldn't find the place that had what I wanted and I was pissssssssssssed.  We went to Lowes to get some gloves for work.  I wound up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108419465920004851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108419465920004851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108419465920004851' title='My Poor Car'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108398892573337633</id><published>2004-05-08T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T00:13:37.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect</title><summary type='text'>What is perfect anyway?  I'll tell you what it is, it's nonexistent.  We live in a world where everything we do is expected to be perfect, why is that?  Whether it's in our homes or in our jobs or just out and about we are judged by everyone's own idea of "perfect."  No one is perfect yet in our jobs we are critizied on every little thing that is done wrong, even if it's an honest mistake. We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108398892573337633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108398892573337633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108398892573337633' title='Perfect'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108377126307484188</id><published>2004-05-05T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T11:37:35.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Week So Far</title><summary type='text'>Monday all the computers in the company were down for almost the whole day.  That means we pretty much couldn't do anything.  Some virus was going through out the system and our computers worldwide were shut down.  Everyone was stressing out so I tried to stay away from them.  It doesn't pay to stress out when there isn't anything that could be done.Yesterday I left my card in the ATM.  Thank </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108377126307484188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108377126307484188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108377126307484188' title='Crazy Week So Far'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108350870738599259</id><published>2004-05-02T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T10:56:43.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's New In Here.</title><summary type='text'>Well not in here here, but my room here.  Tony got me a new computer :).  Since I got my iPod, I needed a computer to put it on to.  He built it all just for me.  It's so much better than my last one, I am so happy.  That's not all though, I also bought myself a new keyboard and a new chair!  Next week I'll probably be getting a new webcam and a cute lil fan with a light.  Tony and I put the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108350870738599259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108350870738599259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108350870738599259' title='It&apos;s New In Here.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108308697732187759</id><published>2004-04-27T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T13:32:41.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing With The Fears</title><summary type='text'>Every time I feel that I might be getting used to dealing with the people, all the fears come back.  Right now I am just dreading going to work.  I have all this panic inside.  I feel like just crawling up in bed and never leaving.  I just want this all to go away.  Why am I so afraid?  I wish it would just come easier for me.  I know dealing with customers is apart of the job and there is no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108308697732187759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108308697732187759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108308697732187759' title='Dealing With The Fears'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108299153742945005</id><published>2004-04-26T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T11:01:59.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel Weekend. :)</title><summary type='text'>This weekend Tony and I got to spend the night together again.  We stayed at the cool apartment like room that we had stayed in one time before.  It was in Somerset this time where there is NOTHING!  We went to the mall and I bought my  20GB Ipod.  Next week we're going to be  building a computer for me, it's so exciting!! I can't wait.  We went back to Jersey Gardens to take exchange some shoes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108299153742945005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108299153742945005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108299153742945005' title='Hotel Weekend. :)'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-108256289102067724</id><published>2004-04-21T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T12:12:58.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a While.</title><summary type='text'>:whipes dust off: Wow, it's been a while since I have updated.  A lot has happened since I last wrote.  I remember what I wanted to talk about first was the one hotel room Tony and I stayed in a few weeks ago.  It was like an apartment, it was perfect.  It really gave a feel that we were living together :).  The bed was very comfy, Certa perfect sleeper is the best damn mattress.  We loved it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108256289102067724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/108256289102067724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108256289102067724' title='It&apos;s Been a While.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-107997427325218940</id><published>2004-03-22T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T11:53:41.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much To Do, So Little Time.</title><summary type='text'>I think I finally got the stuff straightened out with Target and the disability stuff.  I brought the paper over yesterday and Greg asked me to work YESTERDAY, I said I couldn't but I work tonight instead.  Today I went to get the drug test taken for Airborne.  At 2 I have physical therapy and after that I have to take Ben over to the dentist then I work tonight.  I even want to go to the gym </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107997427325218940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107997427325218940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107997427325218940' title='So Much To Do, So Little Time.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-107997365678351913</id><published>2004-03-22T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T17:37:54.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday-Sunday</title><summary type='text'>Friday - I had physical therapy first.  I found out that I have two more visits but today is my last day of the prescription, so today will be my last day of PT.  One thing out of the way means ten more things added on.  After physical therapy I had to get ready for my interview with Airborne Express/DHL.  I think it went well, Tony thinks I got the job.  I think with this job I will be a lot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107997365678351913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107997365678351913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107997365678351913' title='Friday-Sunday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-107965917170861011</id><published>2004-03-18T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T20:21:56.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration.</title><summary type='text'>This week was a really frustrating week for me.  I found out that my doctor actually had discharged me but he failed to tell me this.  Target failed to tell me that they have their own diability policy until 3 months after they knew about it.  I can wind up losing my job because of all this but hopefully I can keep it.  It doesn't look like I will be having it for very long though.  Tony talked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107965917170861011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107965917170861011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107965917170861011' title='Frustration.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-107936762301396500</id><published>2004-03-15T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T11:22:44.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coconut Shrimps!</title><summary type='text'>This weekend was great.  It went way too quickly, as always.  When Tony got here i gave him the biggest hug and kiss I could.  This week we both really needed eachother, we had pretty awful weeks.  We were missing eachother so much.  It felt so great to be in his arms again.  We went out to breakfast and had yummy omlettes at IHOP.  After breakfast we went over to LA Fitness to get some info.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107936762301396500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107936762301396500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107936762301396500' title='Coconut Shrimps!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-107893546692021331</id><published>2004-03-10T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T11:20:02.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Everybody Knows Your Name</title><summary type='text'>The way the gym is set up right now they have some of the excersize equipment in this little store until the gym is ready to open.  There are the same guys working at the store all day, every day.  If I don't go when my mom and Bob go they ask where I am and as soon as I walk in the door I have at least 3 or 4 guys saying, "hey Amy."  It's like my own personal version of Cheers and I am Norm.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107893546692021331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107893546692021331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107893546692021331' title='Where Everybody Knows Your Name'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-107866671758440044</id><published>2004-03-07T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T12:52:34.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents, and Brother, and Left Turns, OH MY!</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday Tony took me up to where he lives.  Before we left Jersey we went out to get the stuffed french toast from IHOP, good stuff.  The drive up to LI wasn't bad, it used to seem so much longer.  There was never a time where we had to stop so that's real good that the traffic was flowing good.  The first thing we did was stop by where he works.  He showed me his office and I got to meet one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107866671758440044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107866671758440044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107866671758440044' title='Parents, and Brother, and Left Turns, OH MY!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-107852320043683456</id><published>2004-03-05T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T16:48:51.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet The Parents</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow Tony is going to take me up to where he lives.  I have been waiting a long time for this moment.  I am extremely excited and extremely terrified all at the same time.  He has met everyone in my family but I have met no one, so this shoul dbe interesting.  He says I have nothing to be nervous about, but I still am.  I am always shy and nervous around new people anyway, but I really need </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107852320043683456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107852320043683456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107852320043683456' title='Meet The Parents'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-107841746745398442</id><published>2004-03-04T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T13:02:07.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a good week so far.</title><summary type='text'>Monday night I signed up to LA Fitness.  The gym isn't built yet but the lil store theyre set up in has some equipment in it.Tuesday I hung out with AnnMarie and Romy.  We went to eat at Big Ed's.  RIBS!!!! Yummy yummy RIBS!!!!  Lots of funny stuff happened there that I wanted to write in the blog, but I really can't remember.  It's weird, I have been forgetting a lot of things lately.  It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107841746745398442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107841746745398442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107841746745398442' title='It&apos;s been a good week so far.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-107808042864659614</id><published>2004-02-29T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T14:13:13.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Pinacoladaburg</title><summary type='text'>This weekend was awesome.  Tony came over on Friday and we got to spend the night together.  We went out to lunch at UNO, I have been craving their pizza for a while.  Then we were off to the hotel where we got to snuggle and watch some stuff on tv.  Before we went out to dinner we bought some Mike's Hard Lime, I actually think the lime is better then the Lemonade.  When we got back from dinner </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107808042864659614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107808042864659614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107808042864659614' title='I&apos;m in Pinacoladaburg'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-107780565283534264</id><published>2004-02-26T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T12:52:56.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Judy Garland and Tap Dancing</title><summary type='text'>Last night as I was trying to find something to watch I came across this show about Judy Garland.  It's the first time in a million years that I actually sat and watched a whole show on PBS.  Immediately I got sucked into her whole story.  I was on the phone with Tony and I was talking to him about it, he was flipping around but sometimes stopped to watch with me.  THey way they treated her was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107780565283534264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107780565283534264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107780565283534264' title='Judy Garland and Tap Dancing'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-107758822412448028</id><published>2004-02-23T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T21:05:44.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Wonderful World</title><summary type='text'>This weekend was a great one, as they all are.  Saturday Tony came over.  As soon as he walked into my room I gave him a big hug and kiss and told him I missed him so much.  We snuggled for a tiny bit on my bed before we went out to breakfast.  We went to Denny's and I had french toast.  We went to get Bruno some food.   I saw a birdie there that I reallly want to get, but I can't.  After that we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107758822412448028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107758822412448028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107758822412448028' title='What A Wonderful World'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588305.post-107719864416055573</id><published>2004-02-19T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T09:03:52.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I had a dr appointment.  They took xrays, they looked super cool.  I could actually see where the screws had been in the bone, very awesome.  He took the stitches out, which my knee hates me for.  He said I could start putting pressure on it but the leg is still dead.  I can bend it, but not a lot right now.  It is beyond frustrating, I am too impatient for this.  I'll be going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107719864416055573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588305/posts/default/107719864416055573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://str8upangel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107719864416055573' title='New Stuff'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426660357556684598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pic8.picturetrail.com/VOL242/894679/3581139/53338731.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
