<?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-5434285</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:02:32.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tainted Exile</title><subtitle type='html'>taintedexile.blogspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taintedexile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedexile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13393847602926665148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434285.post-10718628084250609</id><published>2003-12-19T13:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T14:05:26.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's right baby!  It's Friday and pay day!  Can't get better than that.  A bunch of us will be going to Vitales for lunch.  Which is a very nice restaraunt.  I've been working out allot lately so I'm allowing myself to sin today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss man is having a party tonight so that should be allot of fun.  It's always a blast when all of us get together outside of work.  Don't get me wrong, we still have fun at work, but we can really speak freely and have a good time when we're outside of the jail cell.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Amy is turning 30 tomorrow and she's wants everyone to get together.  I might go ahead and hang out with everyone for a little bit tomorrow.  Not sure though.  We'll see.  I don't want to stay out to late since I have to get up at 6:30 Sunday morning.  Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Vitales.  Yum.  Sautee`d Shrimp pasta with a side of lemons and a glass of House White Zinfadel kicks Sadams ass!  Which in other words means...it's was damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work sucks today.  Actually, it's kind of sucked the last couple of days.  Someone in our building decided to send out 5,000 emails that had 1meg in each email.  So it's fucked everything up with how things are running now.  People have been calling and bitching at me because they can't access this or their email is to slow.  The best one is that I get complaints about people not being ablt to serf on the internet.  Fucking idiots.  People not being able to serf on the internet is the least of my damn problems.  NO SOUP FOR YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that I got my daily frustration out, I can move on to other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost Christmas and I'm getting excited for my roomy.  She's been dating this guy Kyle for about five months now, but they are very serious about one another.  Kyle is a cool shit and he's one of the biggest sweethearts and would do anything for Karlene.  Which is good.  She's had some pretty shitty relationships and I'm happy for her that she's found someone she wants to spend the rest of her life with.  Which is why I'm getting excited for her.  Her and Kyle are talking about marriage.  Actually, they will be getting married.  It all depends on when Kyle is going to ask her the question.  Which from the way things sound, will be around Christmas time.  A couple of weeks ago Karlene and I went up to Appleton to check out rings for her.  We found a couple options.  So Kyle knows what type of style she's looking for.  I don't know when he's going to ask her.  So he could even ask her New Years Eve.  I don't know.  I guess we'll find out.  Crossing my fingers for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of marriage, my brother will be getting married in less than two weeks.  Which, that is something I'm not excited for.  The chick he's going to marry is quite the tramp.  Everytime I say who my brother is marrying, I get the "Why in the hell is your brother marrying her?  Does he not know what a slut she is".  Quite a few people know her around here because her father basically owns more than half of Oshkosh.  I rent from her dad actually.  Anyway, the things I've been hearing are not things I want to hear coming from everyones mouth.  That's so not cool.  Even a judge in Oshkosh slams her like that.  A JUDGE!!  She has already cheated on my brother.  And they have only been dating for 8-10 months.  I met the person she cheated on my brother with and he's THREE YEARS YOUNGER than I am.  I don't know if he's 21 yet or not, but if he is, he just turned 21.  She's frickin 34 years old with two kids for God's sake.  That is just so not right.  I just know she's taking him for a ride and that's the frustrating part.  I know what she did to her ex husband and I hope to God she doesn't do that to my brother.  But all I can do is be there for my brother and support anything he does.  I know he loves her.  At least, I think he does.  My brother has always had a hard time trusting women since his last serious relationship he had, his girlfriend was cheating on him with his best friend, in his bed.  So I don't know if he's getting married because he feels that this is going to be his last chance to get married and have kids or what.  He's only 32.  I don't know.  And I'm not going to ask him either.  I'm not going to be the one to tell him all the things that have been said about her.  It's not my place.  And for the most part, I think he knows.  But if he's not going to talk about it, neither am I.  If anything would ever happen between them and he needs someone to talk to, I'll be the first one there for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to get the van from South Maintenance and start moving pc's down to one of the grounds buildings.  I have ordered another 15 pc's and need to get rid of all the old one's in our back room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to blog again sometime next week.  It's going to be really slow for me, so I'm sure I can make some time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you all later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434285-10718628084250609?l=taintedexile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/10718628084250609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/10718628084250609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedexile.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#10718628084250609' title=''/><author><name>Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13393847602926665148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434285.post-107151029911518462</id><published>2003-12-15T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T10:11:40.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's now December and closer to the new year.  Blah.  I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do for the new year.  A few people have asked me to hang with them, but I'm still not sure.  I guess I'll see when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Joey is back in town.  He brought his son with him.  Yay.  Hopefully his baby won't throw up on my face again like he did last time.  This is one reason why I'm on the pill.  The whole vomit and baby shit thing doesn't agree with me.  If I ever have kids, my husband is going to have to take care of that for me.  Groddy.  Of course, I did hear that if it's your own kid, you get used to it and it doesn't bother you that much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Joey wants to hang out so we might get together tonight.  I'm hoping tomorrow because today is my day to take care of my friend Nikki's daughter while she shoots pool.  We switch every other week.  That way she can get out of the house for a little bit.  Her daughter is so easy to take care of and she's an absolute cutie.  I'm hoping he wants to hook up tomorrow.  That way I can go out earlier instead of tonight and going out so late.  Make sense?  Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got most of my Christmas shopping done.  I have only a couple of people to get yet.  My Christmas tree and decorations are all up.  And just let me say, my tree is kick ass!  It's silver, white, and blue.  Really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was okay.  I went to my friend Nikki's on Friday and we hung out, talked, drank some wine, and than watched a movie.  Basically just chilled out.  Saturday I went to Scotts and watched some movies and than went and met a few friends out and than went home.  Sunday, well, I was suppose to do something with Scott.  He said he was going to call me, but, go figure, he never called.  Surprise surprise there.  Since I'm used to him "forgetting" to call me and tell me he's "to busy" to call me, I had made other plans.  I hung out with one of my friends for a little while, went to my parents, and than went to my friend Jenni's house.  I called and left Scott a message to call me.  But, he never called.  Yet again, nothing new.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, done blabbing now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, need to scram.  Toodles Yo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434285-107151029911518462?l=taintedexile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/107151029911518462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/107151029911518462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedexile.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107151029911518462' title=''/><author><name>Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13393847602926665148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434285.post-106666969715608064</id><published>2003-10-20T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T12:08:17.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been on the site for quite awhile to update.  Sorry kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I went out on the town with the girls and got pretty wild I guess.  I should know better than to drink to much when it's girls night.  We tend to do some crazy shit.  Usually stuff I don't remember until I see pictures or hear about it later on.  I had two Capt'n and Cokes at Whitskeys, or should I say I had two glasses of Capt'n and allot of olives to try to choke it down with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We than proceeded to head over to B&amp;E.  Quiet little bar and not a place I would normally hang out, but they have beads.  So it's a must.  We had about 8 shots there.  And I usually only drink nothing but Tequila when I do shots.  So by this point, my face was feeling a little warm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had our shots there, we than headed over to Elk and Bisen on Oregon.  My kind of bar.  But I don't go there very often because I had dated someone who likes to hang out there pretty often.  We didn't stay there very long -  but I did have a chic pour a few shots of whatever she was pouring into my mouth from on top of the bar.  Nice.  She ended up pouring more of it down my shirt than anything and than tried to wipe my chest off with her hands.  Yeah...okay.  She just wanted to cop a feel.  No joke.  If she wanted to touch 'em...she should have just asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Elk and Bisen and than headed over to Barleys (which is yet another bad place, because I have another ex who likes to hang out there ALLOT) to catch up with Adam and Josh.  Okay, yes we did show our underwear.  But that's as far as it got.  Karlene kept giving me a hard time saying I pulled my pants down way past my butt to show everyone and she had only pulled hers down so far...which apparently, she was confused.  Cause guess what people?  Pictures don't lie, and she has pictures to prove she was the one pulling her pants down just a little bit further than the rest of us, not I.  Anyhoo, I had a couple of shots there as well.  Josh actually had a shot of tequila.  Which I was quite impressed.  It was the first time he's ever had it...and he didn't flinch.  You rock Josh!!!  I need to hang out with those guys more often.  They're funny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so how many shots am I at right now...8 at B&amp;E, 1-3 at Elk and Bisen, and all together I had 3 shots of tequila at Barleys, so that's about 14 so far.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to stay at Barley's but we had to take one of our friends back to her car.  Her car was still at the first bar we went to earlier that night.  So I had to drive all the way to the other side of town to drop her off.  We told Adam and Josh we would meet them at the Rail, which is not a good bar to hang out at, unless all your going to do is pull up the skirt and kick up some heels,  all of us girls like to go there to dance because at least people know when to leave you alone, and it's mostly people in their 30's and older...so they don't come up behind you like some drunk college student who grinds on you and can't take a damn hint.  It's not a bar I would recommend unless you want to go dancing and be left alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back from dropping our friend off, we had seen one of our friends trucks (Scott's bro).  So we had met him down at Casey's bar on 6th St.  We had about 4 shots there before we left to go to the Rail.  At this point in time...I wasn't driving anymore.  My friend/roommate Kar Kar was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we get to the Rail.  Adam and his gang chickened out.  But they ended up missing all of the fun.  They should have stayed longer, I know Adam hates that bar but I also know he likes to see the girlies dance with one another doing the girl on girl action...which he totally missed.  His loss.  Our friends from Casey's bar met us there later on though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at the Rail I had about another 4-6 shots of Tequila.  I than decided..."Hey, I'm not ready to go home yet, I still want to party!!", and than ended going over to Scott house to have a couple with Timmy.  Yet another shot of Tequila.  So needless to say, I had a little over 20 shots that night, mostly all Tequila.  And I can tell you, I was DEFINETLY feeling it the next day.  Actually, the next TWO days I was feeling it.  Needless to say, I took it pretty easy this last weekend.  But I will be going out this Saturday...so we'll see how it goes.  I'll keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well peoples, it's lunch time and the boss man is waiting...later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434285-106666969715608064?l=taintedexile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/106666969715608064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/106666969715608064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedexile.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106666969715608064' title=''/><author><name>Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13393847602926665148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434285.post-106373760049290275</id><published>2003-09-16T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T15:03:45.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weeeeee!!!!!!  Went to Great America this last Saturday and had a total blast.  It was a perfect day to go.  It looked like it wanted to rain...but it didn't.  So it deceived most people, which in return, made for a lesser turn out of people.  Which also means more rides for me with less waiting time in the lines.  Yeay!  I would recommend the Superman ride to anyone.  A little freaky at first for those afraid of heights (that would be me) because it tips you in a horizontal position and all you do for the first part of the ride is stare at the ground while it keeps getting further and further away while the ride takes you up higher and higher very slowly until you get to the very first dropping point.  After that, than it's a blast.  But I will admit, the very first part of the ride did freak me out and I was holding on to the body bar they put around your chest while thinking, "If I hold on to this tight enough and the bar comes loose, at least I'll have something to hold on to while my body is dangling to it's death".  I would also recommend, Deja Vu, and the Vertical Velocity.   I had a blast on all of them.  It was also my first experience on the American Eagle.  I didn't like it.  I have always chickened out on that one because it's old and made out of wood.  But I did it anyway... and I don't like it.  It feels like it wants to fly off of the tracks and my head was bobbing in every direction it was capable of going.  I ended up with a headache instead of a thrill.   All in all though, it was quite the eventful day and I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home I went to one of our friends bonfires that didn't actually happen.  We all stayed in the garage because of the rain.  I wasn't there very long, I was pretty tired from Great America, and I had to save enough energy to meet everyone at Packers that night.  And let me tell you, I got totally sloshed.  Scott and I almost had it out.  Not like screaming at one another, but he was really pissing me off, and I guess I was pissing him off.   There's this girl that was there, which in my opinion, is a skank.  When her boyfriend is around, she's all quiet and doesn't really say to much, but as soon as her boyfriend is gone, she is macking on everyone.  Scott said it was harmless.  Yeah okay, and I'm President Bush.  For all of you "boys" out there, when a girl says something that they see about another chick, 99% of the time they are correct.  Never doubt us when we say something like this.  Part is jealousy when we say things like this, but the biggest part when we say it, is that we are serious and we know what we're talking about, and we can see exactly what that other chick is trying to do.  We've been there and more than likely we've tried that.  Just like I'm sure men can detect the same thing if the tables were turned.  If you want to find out if a girl is a tramp or a player, see how she acts when her boyfriend is around and when he isn't around.  If a girl is going to act like some little ho when her boyfriend isn't around, than more than likely she isn't playing a game, and any guy will do for her.  Especially if she acts the exact opposite when her boyfriend is around.  Now if a girl basically acts the same way when her boyfriend is there or away, than more than likely she's having a good time and joking around and not taking it seriously.  Not always the case, but pretty damn close.  Anyway, Scott was upset with me because a guy I was pretty serious with at one point in time showed up.  Scott had said he was flirting with me.  And just like me, Scott was feeling the same thing I was earlier, and just like I was talking about before, I couldn't notice it but apparently Scott could and he didn't like it.  I didn't think Ryan was flirting with me, but Scott said he was.  I thought it was harmeless.   And it is.  I don't feel anything towards Ryan like I used to.  Granted, when I see him or when I'm with him, yes I do miss some things about us.  But that's over with and I chose Scott.  I'm not physically attracted to Ryan anymore, I just miss some of the things that we had together and how he could make me laugh.  Which he still knows how to do.  But there's no attraction.  Now it's just friendship and that's as far as it will and could ever go.  Either way, I think we were both correct and I wasn't going to sit there and have an argument over it, especially since we both had been drinking.  Scott is worse than a woman, and I'll never figure him or his thought process out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434285-106373760049290275?l=taintedexile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/106373760049290275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/106373760049290275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedexile.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106373760049290275' title=''/><author><name>Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13393847602926665148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434285.post-106305946365633288</id><published>2003-09-08T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T14:21:42.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When did I start getting old?  I'm only 24 and I feel like I'm in my 40's.  Not like I really know what it feels like to be at that age, but work with me anyway.  I went for a motorcycle ride yesterday with Scott and some of our friends.  We left at about 8 that morning and we got back home around 3:30-4.  So it was a 6-7 hour drive.  My neck and my back are so stiff right now, it's almost painful at times.  I didn't take my bike, I actually rode "bitch" on Scott's motorcycle.  Which is actually okay with me.  I wasn't sure if I would like it or not since I'm a driver, but it was actually really good.  I felt very safe with him and I wasn't the "back-seat" driver and telling him what I would do if it where me driving.  It was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a stop in Marion, WI to walk through this really huge maze.  It's made out of wood and you have to make your way to three towers, stamp your little card with the towers color, which they were red, purple, and green, and than try to find a clue box in which the last stamp color was located (blue).  After you found all of them, you than had to find your way out.  I don't think we did to bad.  It took us one hour and one minute.  They stamp your card when you start the maze and than you stamp out when you get out of the maze.  It was actually pretty cool.  There's a bunch of different stuff that you can do there.  Rock climbing, mini golfing, pool, arcade games, etc.  If your ever around there, check it out, it's a pretty good time.  I do however suggest wearing tennis shoes.  The path is made out of deep stones and it becomes hard to walk on sometimes.  You definetly get your exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated for a while again.  Since that last time I've updated I decided I needed a vacation.  So I took off August 25th - September 2nd.  Scott has his own trucking company and he had to drive to Kentucky, Tennessee, Georgia, and than to Upper Michigan.  So I drove with him.  It was actually fun.  I wasn't sure at first how it would be.  Scott and I don't usually spend much time together, but I think it was good for us.  I forgot how well we get along, and forgot about how goofy he can be.  Sometimes, a little to weird, but lack of sleep does that to people, at least that's the excuse I'm going to give just to make him look good.  All in all though, I had a good time.  I got to drive through Indiana, which was pretty freaky at first because it's the truck is so huge to drive.  But after a little bit, I was having fun.  Vroom vroom baby!  Scott has a really nice truck and most people are blinded when looking at it when the sun is out.  You can see some blue on it, but mostly the truck is made up of Chrome and lights.  That's it.  I do love his train horn though.  That thing is awesome.  I need to get one of those for my car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434285-106305946365633288?l=taintedexile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/106305946365633288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/106305946365633288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedexile.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106305946365633288' title=''/><author><name>Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13393847602926665148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434285.post-106121933251193704</id><published>2003-08-18T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T10:08:52.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can definetly tell it's Monday morning. I'm tired and the morning is going very slow. Since there's really nothing for me to do yet because I'm not getting to many calls on the Help Desk, I'm bored out of my friggin mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good weekend. Nothing to exciting happened. Which is fine by me. I had a very relaxing weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, I went and visited some friends and than went home to watch Pretty Woman and than read a book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I cleaned up the apartment and did some laundry. And than Scott and I went to dinner and than went out with some of our friends. Had a little to much drinky drinky that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, woke up at 9:30 with a massive headache. Went back to bed until 11:30. Got up, feeling much better than earlier, took a shower, and than went to the store to pick up some grub for lunch and supper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the butcher at the local grocery store and asked for some large fillets of haddock and some tenderloin steaks. So I made some fish for lunch and than some steaks for supper. Other than that, we just chilled and watched a movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be heading to Waupaca with Adam on Wednesday to visit our boss's cabin on the lake. His daughter Maureen will be showing me how to water ski. I've done allot of water sports, except skiing. I don't know why, I always get an almost clausterphobic feeling when I put the skis on. But I'm going to do it. I'm going to Waupaca on Friday as well. There will be a group of us from work that will be there. So that should be a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to head down to the grounds to pick up some equipment. We have some bridges that need to be picked up and delivered to one of our buildings. Now that Ducks Unlimited is done, we can actually go back to the grounds and get some of our crap done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434285-106121933251193704?l=taintedexile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/106121933251193704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/106121933251193704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedexile.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106121933251193704' title=''/><author><name>Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13393847602926665148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434285.post-106097564272756475</id><published>2003-08-15T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T14:27:21.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey.  It's been awhile since I've entered anything in here.  I could have entered something a couple of days ago, but I've been messing with the style of my page to worry about anything else.  It's much better than the "blah" page I had before.  No matter what Josh says... (punk).  He's still going to go down for his smart ass comments.  He doesn't like the colors.  He could never live in the south.  These colors are quite popular in New Mexico and Arizona areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing in my life has changed drastically.  At least not enough to get into conversation about.  Obviously, I made it through the airshow.  I don't know how, but I did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I receive a phone call from a friend telling me about a job that became available where she works.  It would be doing the exact same thing that I do now, running the Help Desk.  Except I would be making a good $10,000 more than what I do now.  That's if I get hired.  The question is, do I really want to leave where I'm at?  Yes, and no.  I don't want to leave because the people I work with are like my family.  We're pretty tight.  Than again, there's allot of bull shit that goes on around this building, and the fact that they obviously don't pay me as much as other company's pay their employee's for this job, it would be very hard to turn down.  I can always visit everyone and still hang out with them.  But I guess I just don't want to lose the closeness that we have.  Like the old saying though, "There's always a price to pay...".  If it came down to it...I think I would have to take the job.  If I don't like it, I can always quit.  I can always come back.  Maybe not to this job specifically, but back here non-the-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had actually received a phone call from the lady I sent my resume to.  We have a phone interview set up for this coming Monday at 1:30pm.  I guess if the phone interview goes well, they take it to the next step and I actually get a real live interview.  Hip Hip!!  My friend told me that her interview had taken her over 4 hours when she applied there.  I hate interviews...and I don't do well in them.  Sometimes I give people a blank stare and they interpret it the wrong way.  Some people think I'm giving them the, "what are you?  Stupid?" look, or some of them think I give them the, "I don't get it!" look.  I don't know, I guess we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434285-106097564272756475?l=taintedexile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/106097564272756475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/106097564272756475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedexile.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106097564272756475' title=''/><author><name>Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13393847602926665148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434285.post-105638324766381189</id><published>2003-06-23T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T10:54:02.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all.  AirVenture is definetly around the corner.  We received our computer rentals last week Thursday.  There's about 200 pc's, 12 servers, printers, etc.  I have so many bruises on me that I'm afraid to walk out in public with shorts and a tank top.  I should really go in public with some guy that has a white wife beater on and that has beer and Taco Bell stains on it.  That would be tits to see everyones facial expressions or hear them whispering under their breaths.  Granted if it were a real situation...it wouldn't be funny.  But obviously, it's not so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and bought myself a motorcycle.  Nice bike and is in excellent shape.  It was my friends old bike and she wanted to get rid of it because she was getting another bike.  So...now it's mine.  It's a 2000 Kawasaki Ninja 250.  Red, purple, and Silver.  It's not a very large bike, but that's completely fine by me.  I don't need a big bike right now.  Next summer I might want something bigger.  But since I'm just learning to ride it...I don't need something huge.  The bike still goes over 100 mph, so it's not like it's a slow bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, we'll be heading out on the grounds so I'm cutting this short.  Hopefully I can do another entry tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434285-105638324766381189?l=taintedexile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/105638324766381189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/105638324766381189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedexile.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105638324766381189' title=''/><author><name>Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13393847602926665148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434285.post-105493783463278658</id><published>2003-06-06T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T10:53:20.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slightly peeved.  I just typed a huge blog and than it dissapeared.  That makes me not so very happy.  O'well.  Getting over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was pretty busy.  Brian (the boss man) and I were out in the Hangar setting up some of the machines for AV2003.  My head was ready to explode.  I was also in training this week at Rhino in Green Bay.  Very boring.  I had to take a basic Word class.  But I had to take it because I will be putting  on a training course here at work for the employees.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend will be pretty boring.  Nothing much going on.  I'll be in Green Bay tomorrow to see Matt Kenseths car.  Hip Hip.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jenni just called me and we're heading over to Sheboygen to pick up Dominic (her boyfriends son).  He's such a cutie.  Not her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is back to auburn.  No more blond highlighs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-  Adam is kicking me off of his machine now.  Toodles Yo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434285-105493783463278658?l=taintedexile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/105493783463278658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/105493783463278658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedexile.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105493783463278658' title=''/><author><name>Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13393847602926665148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434285.post-105432137154397836</id><published>2003-05-30T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T14:13:32.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it 5 yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we had a shorter work week, and I really shouldn't be complaining, but seriously, if the time went faster...I REALLY wouldn't mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my weekend is swamped.  Tonight, my friend Jenni will be coming over to cook some stuff for her fathers surprise birthday party.  We have quite a bit to prepare.   We went shopping yesterday with Jenni's grandmother and she ended up spending over $150-$175.  All for one day.  Yeah, can we say crazy!!?  The party starts around 2ish tomorrow.  All in all though, I think it's going to be a great time.  Her dad is going to be so pissed.   Which of course is funny to me.  It's my own personal goal everytime I go over there.  Her dad is hilarious when he's pissed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the party I have to meet some co-workers at Nakashima's in Appleton.  I've never been there before, but everyone I talk to raves about it.  Afterwards I'm hooking up with Scott (my...I don't know...boyfriend?).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's allot of history with Scott and I, going on 8 years this October to be exact, and we just got back together after one of our breaks.  I seriously don't know what's going on with us or what he wants.  I think he wants us to be what we used to be, but I can't do that until I know that he's not going to just leave me hanging again (which he's pretty good at doing...almost like a second job for him).  Until he proves that he actually cares...I can't full heartedly step into this relationship.  He's my best friend and I can tell him anything.  But I need more than that.  I need to know that he's going to be there for me and stand beside me and not infront or behind me.  He's gone quite a bit, which makes it really hard.  But I also don't mind because it gives me room for what I want to do.  If I think about it though, don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing actually.  Because it's almost like we're leading two different lives.  Which really isn't good I guess because it will just make our lives harder to combine in the future.  Especially if one day we decide to get married (which isn't even on the tables as far as I'm concerned...yikes).  I don't know.  I'll have to play it out and see where it goes.  Less confusion that way.  Why put thought into it?  It doesn't get me anywhere anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my busy weekend.  Sunday I will probably hang out with Scott again for a little bit and than hang out with Jenni for a little while.  Either that or my roomy Karlene (Kar Kar).  Not really sure what's going on later in the day of Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam you need to stop singing and PESTERING ME!!! For anyone who doesn't know...Adam is not only one of my friends, but he is also my co-worker.  It's actually fun though.  We have our spats sometimes.  I usually laugh at them later because the things we argue about are so stupid.  But it makes my day more interesting.  I think we argue to relieve stress.  No, actually, I take that back.  We argue because we are both really stubborn and hate to be wrong about anything.  Adam if your reading this...I am SOOOOO right about this.  If you don't agree...bring it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh is slacking today.  Punk.  He's ditching out early from work.  Good day to skip out.  I don't know what the weather is like in Madison, but it's pretty damn nice over here.  It was shitty before, but it's all good now.  Sunny and warm baby!  Bring on the skin cancer!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434285-105432137154397836?l=taintedexile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/105432137154397836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/105432137154397836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedexile.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105432137154397836' title=''/><author><name>Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13393847602926665148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434285.post-105422002785474379</id><published>2003-05-29T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T09:54:51.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah!  I've got the links up and running.  Thanks to Adam.  It's quite obvious that I've never done this before.  So if my site looks totally whacked...it's because I'm a complete dumbass.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much going on here at work today.  Which hey, I'm not complaining.  I don't mind leaving the superwoman costume hanging from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the weekend is almost here.  I have a ton of cooking to do.  We are throwing a surprise birthday party for my friends father.  So there's allot to cook.  I don't mind though.  I can handle being little Miss Domestic for a weekend.  It's actually kind of fun cooking for someone else once in awhile.  Well, I take that back, I do cook for other people, but it's not nearly enough.  Cooking for one sucks.  It's the whole "Hello microwave...goodbye pans!" kind of an attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam - "I Like Milk"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434285-105422002785474379?l=taintedexile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/105422002785474379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/105422002785474379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedexile.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105422002785474379' title=''/><author><name>Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13393847602926665148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434285.post-105415283292472214</id><published>2003-05-28T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T15:13:52.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I've started this site.  So all I have to do is figure out how to work it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434285-105415283292472214?l=taintedexile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/105415283292472214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434285/posts/default/105415283292472214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedexile.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105415283292472214' title=''/><author><name>Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13393847602926665148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
