<?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-29830588</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:00:44.580-05:00</updated><category term='knives'/><category term='Ex'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='Raffaele Iannello'/><title type='text'>10 is just a 1 and a 0</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-4054448797672729121</id><published>2010-07-15T15:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T15:43:14.587-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raffaele Iannello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knives'/><title type='text'>Might be the coolest product ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/TD9j7XFBkaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TnDoSqSkVUM/s1600/theex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/TD9j7XFBkaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TnDoSqSkVUM/s200/theex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494219941873815970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while doing some online research about energy drinks, I stumbled across the COOLEST product in the universe. It's called the Ex knife holder. Designed in Italy by Raffaele Iannello, these bad boys supposedly retail for about $120. I want one so badly! I think I would name him... I would have so many possibilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also have other products like the Ex skewer set with unique holder and tray. Imagine a voodoo doll of your ex that is used to serve cubes of fruit or cheese! GENIUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this would make a great gift for a friend who's down or even as a joke gift for a couple. What partner doesn't want to stab his/her mate at some point... Not for real of course, just in their mind!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the full product listing at: &lt;a href="http://www.ricsb.com/us/products/"&gt;http://www.ricsb.com/us/products/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some movie reviews coming up in the next couple of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-4054448797672729121?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4054448797672729121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=4054448797672729121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/4054448797672729121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/4054448797672729121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2010/07/might-be-coolest-product-ever.html' title='Might be the coolest product ever'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/TD9j7XFBkaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TnDoSqSkVUM/s72-c/theex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-4821573954635889823</id><published>2010-07-07T22:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:22:12.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hot!</title><content type='html'>Everyone in Montreal is sweating. Even those with a/c are finding it unbearably hot. I feel like a sloth. I am a slow moving human being. The water isn't cold enough. The house isn't cooling down. I want ice cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-4821573954635889823?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4821573954635889823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=4821573954635889823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/4821573954635889823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/4821573954635889823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-hot.html' title='It&apos;s hot!'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-9044533497163717785</id><published>2010-06-02T09:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T11:34:59.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting websites I've stumbled upon</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've taken to clicking on next blog from my blog page. Sometimes I stumble onto weird blogs about parents homeschooling their children (not that homeschooling is weird, just that the blog itself was kind of strange), I've landed on blogs about makeup, hair, pills, and today, I stumbled upon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestickypig.com/"&gt;http://www.thestickypig.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the sticky pig from someone's blog about choosing the best hairstyle. He stumbled upon this little gem at a bridal show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was having trouble turning Word mailing labels into an Excel document and this website saved me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeatlas.com/5_minute_tips/general/converting_word_docs_to_excel"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.timeatlas.com/5_minute_tips/general/converting_word_docs_to_excel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do some cleanup, but it's really not that bad in comparison to what could have been the ultimate result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take any credit for the next one as a friend of mine told me to check out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theseventeenmagazineproject.com/"&gt;http://www.theseventeenmagazineproject.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-9044533497163717785?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/9044533497163717785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=9044533497163717785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/9044533497163717785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/9044533497163717785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2010/06/interesting-websites-ive-stumbled-upon.html' title='Interesting websites I&apos;ve stumbled upon'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-4534413805961229065</id><published>2010-06-01T13:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:25:53.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like an accident by the side of the road - I keep watching.</title><content type='html'>While unemployed, I started watching the show &lt;a href="http://abcfamily.go.com/shows/secret-life-american-teenager"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Secret Life of the American Teenager."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is an ABC Family show. The tagline of ABC Family is "A new kind of family." Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show is just so unbelievable. Do teenagers really behave like this? I don't remember being like that when I was a teenager. The problem with this show is that I have a sick need to find out what happens and find myself on episode 15 of Season 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that in one high school, in just a matter of minutes (or possibly a period or two) a complete marketing plan, including the printing of stickers has been created around the idea of masturbation as a means to keep teens from having sex? This show must send Christians screaming all around town on a regular basis. The good Christian girl has sex, but the TAG group lets her stay a member. Her mother (who has lost her husband and is now dating a much younger Jewish guy), encourages her young daughter to masturbate (which she now seems to do regularly making her boyfriend think she's cheating) and TADA - the "Just say ME" slogan is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am all for masturbation. I just don't get this show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main character is pregnant on the first episode. Will she keep the baby, give it away, keep it, give it away. Just make a decision! Everyone makes this poor kid crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put completion of this post on hold in the hopes that MAYBE something normal would happen, but no... The Christian (who masturbates) widow is now engaged to her younger, Jewish boyfriend. I must have missed something, fallen asleep... I don't remember them getting engaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to that the school "slut" thinks she might be pregnant with the teen mom's ex-boyfriend who she slept with to get her boyfriend (the baby's daddy) jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 10 minutes and I'll have finished the second season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I just start watching Mad Men?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-4534413805961229065?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4534413805961229065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=4534413805961229065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/4534413805961229065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/4534413805961229065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2010/06/like-accident-by-side-of-road-i-keep.html' title='Like an accident by the side of the road - I keep watching.'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-8771002269742121173</id><published>2010-05-31T11:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:59:35.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't fool me coriander</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nandyala.org/mahanandi/images/vegetables/cilantro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 299px;" src="http://www.nandyala.org/mahanandi/images/vegetables/cilantro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know me, you know that I detest Cilantro. It is a vile, disgusting, awful herb. I can't stand the taste or the smell. It sends me fleeing for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks so innocent. Parsley-like. Put it in food and some people are ecstatic. They rave about the joyous flavour it adds to food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try having it shoved up your nose. That flavour stays there for hours. I was going to say days, but that's just an unfair exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to an Afghani restaurant on Friday night for dinner. Decor was quaint. Was BYOW. No amount of wine could take away from the fact that every menu item except for the fried eggplant (that wasn't really fried) and the pumpkin had coriander. It was so sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-8771002269742121173?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8771002269742121173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=8771002269742121173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/8771002269742121173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/8771002269742121173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-cant-fool-me-coriander.html' title='You can&apos;t fool me coriander'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-8054758769460192078</id><published>2010-05-28T10:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:58:18.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My SATC2 review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/S__aBFWkx6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/GtdxQKZYTlg/s1600/SATC2_timessquare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/S__aBFWkx6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/GtdxQKZYTlg/s320/SATC2_timessquare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476335384057399202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I saw SATC2 with 5 other women. The vote was pretty unanimous. No one hated it. Critics sure are being harsh with the reviews, but I think that's unfair. Were they expecting Scorsese to have put this masterpiece together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have 4 longtime friends who are all in a rut. Enter opportunity to go on vacation. Camels, camel toes, harem pants (who looks good in harem pants? - no one), spices, Aidan. Sounds great? Sure, some of the jokes are lame and the clothing is ridiculous, but anyone who watched the show came to see just that. The porn of this movie isn't Samantha having sex all over the world, it's seeing Carrie's new closet that she shares with Big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza Minnelli - I hope to dance like her when I'm her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't ruin the film for anyone who's excited to see it, but I enjoyed almost the entire thing. There's one scene (spoiler alert) - a really terrible karaoke scene. Of all the songs in the world, why on Earth did they choose "I am Woman." How cliche is that? And that's coming from me - a woman who can quote cliche's for fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-8054758769460192078?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8054758769460192078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=8054758769460192078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/8054758769460192078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/8054758769460192078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-satc2-review.html' title='My SATC2 review'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/S__aBFWkx6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/GtdxQKZYTlg/s72-c/SATC2_timessquare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-4838350310773377126</id><published>2010-05-28T08:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T08:53:57.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My purse has a secret compartment</title><content type='html'>Apparently I knew about it enough to put my keys there yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where they were when my boyfriend showed up at the office with the extra set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-4838350310773377126?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4838350310773377126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=4838350310773377126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/4838350310773377126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/4838350310773377126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-purse-has-secret-compartment.html' title='My purse has a secret compartment'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-6906464097735666649</id><published>2010-05-27T17:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:46:13.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just needed an excuse to write.</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to hop back on the blogwagon for sometime now, but just wasn't sure what I would write about. Dating, been there. Movies, haven't seen one worth writing about in a while. Stupid things I do - now there's an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I was getting ready to leave the office, I reached into my purse for my car keys and realized that I didn't have any. I honestly thought I had them with me, but somehow I think I left them under my portfolio in the car, but I can't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if maybe someone came into the office and took my keys... But my car is in the lot. Who would steal keys without taking the car?? It's not like my address is on them... No one knows where to find me unless they get into the car. Then they would know that I have purple leather gloves, a bunch of MAC makeup to return for their recycling program and an amazing pair of high heels that I am supposed to wear to see SATC 2 tonight. Thank goodness the tickets are for the 10:05 show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-6906464097735666649?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6906464097735666649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=6906464097735666649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/6906464097735666649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/6906464097735666649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-needed-excuse-to-write.html' title='Just needed an excuse to write.'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-7861088510803170123</id><published>2007-03-03T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T17:18:05.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas</title><content type='html'>That's really all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is consumed with the GMAT and the Fringe and there isn't much time for anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study - study - study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sum of lengths of 2 sides of a triangle are always greater than the 3rd side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 sqaured is 196&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-7861088510803170123?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7861088510803170123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=7861088510803170123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/7861088510803170123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/7861088510803170123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-4842588731102029816</id><published>2007-02-24T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T18:06:39.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie review and my brain is mush</title><content type='html'>I've just spent the entire day studying. I took a few tiny breaks to do some laundry, clean and eat. I feel gross, and my head is pounding. I feel a TINY bit better about the GMAT. I still have a very long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Dave and Selin on Thursday night, and that was VERY nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ran into chicken which was amusing on so many levels. I chuckled all the way home with my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Abby and I saw a movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notes on a Scandal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa - Dame Judy Dench definitely deserves an award. She was SO creepy in this film. Also - the musical score was unbelievable. Took the creepiness to a whole other level. I really enjoyed it. I was initially afraid that I would be bored, but I was just the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight. Date night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow - more studying and lots of rehearsing and auditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times. Happy weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-4842588731102029816?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4842588731102029816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=4842588731102029816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/4842588731102029816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/4842588731102029816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2007/02/movie-review-and-my-brain-is-mush.html' title='Movie review and my brain is mush'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-2756818905178081332</id><published>2007-02-21T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T18:03:16.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever?</title><content type='html'>A brief definition of the word WHATEVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what·ev·er &lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fbrowse%2Fwhatever"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;/ʰwʌtˈɛvər, ʰwɒt-, ʰwət-, wʌt-, wɒt-, wət-/ [hwuht-ev-er, hwot-, hwuht-, wuht-, wot-, wuht-] –pronoun&lt;br /&gt;1. anything that (usually used in relative clauses): Whatever you say is all right with me.&lt;br /&gt;2. (used relatively to indicate a quantity of a specified or implied antecedent): Take whatever you like of these.&lt;br /&gt;3. no matter what: Do it, whatever happens.&lt;br /&gt;4. any or any one of a number of things whether specifically known or not: papers, magazines, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;5. what (used interrogatively): Whatever do you mean? –adjective&lt;br /&gt;6. in any amount; to any extent: whatever merit the work has.&lt;br /&gt;7. no matter what: whatever rebuffs he might receive.&lt;br /&gt;8. being what or who it may be: Whatever the reason, he refuses to go.&lt;br /&gt;9. of any kind (used as an intensifier following the noun or pronoun it modifies): any person whatever. –interjection&lt;br /&gt;10. (used to indicate indifference to a state of affairs, situation, previous statement, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized today, that I despise the word whatever. If you have something to say - don't whatever me! I've been whatevered twice this week, and we're only Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stitches are sticking out of my cheek and my dad is going to cut the ends off tonight. Ew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-2756818905178081332?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2756818905178081332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=2756818905178081332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/2756818905178081332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/2756818905178081332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2007/02/whatever.html' title='Whatever?'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-6882914845056992278</id><published>2007-02-16T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T18:11:56.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Weekend</title><content type='html'>While you are all enjoying your weekend, please think of me. I will be studying. I'm taking a small break tomorrow to have lunch with my mom for her birthday... Dinner and a movie with chicken tomorrow night - I have to eat... and then STUDY STUDY STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially signed up for the GMAT this week. Yikes! Bye bye $250USD... I'm not telling anyone the date... but I promise - everyone will know when it's over (provided that I do well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at the parents tonight. Corey sold Guy Carbonneau a computer today. My mom wonders if it will help the Habs play better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it that's all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding some Fringe auditions this weekend to cast the role of Sondra. I'm actually excited about this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-6882914845056992278?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6882914845056992278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=6882914845056992278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/6882914845056992278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/6882914845056992278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-weekend.html' title='Happy Weekend'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-8495702007428763612</id><published>2007-02-12T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:21:00.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Biopsies, castrations, and going away parties</title><content type='html'>First off - movie review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hard Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been wanting to see this movie for quite a while. I loved it. It was completely  fucked up.  There wasn't anything really special about it, no crazy cinematography. Very few actors... I kept asking "where's Sandra Oh" the whole time. Seriously - if you like a good thriller - rent this movie. This movie makes castration VERY real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/RdE2fjlHBAI/AAAAAAAAACY/bt8vASQGd-k/s1600-h/IMG_7019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/RdE2fjlHBAI/AAAAAAAAACY/bt8vASQGd-k/s200/IMG_7019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030862174504289282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday night I had my big "going away" party. I am now gone. Banished to my dining room table until further notice. Tonight, I did 40 math problems. I really dislike math right now. I get totally frustrated when I get a question wrong. I make really silly mistakes  and usually the same ones... I've got to re-teach myself study habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had Kaden's much-postponed 4th birthday party. He's too much!!! I love that kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went for a biopsy. I was a tough cookie - for part of the time. And then I almost passed out/ puked on myself. That part wasn't fun. I ended up leaving the office early and giving myself some TLC  - and a good dose of Oprah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-8495702007428763612?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8495702007428763612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=8495702007428763612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/8495702007428763612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/8495702007428763612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2007/02/biopsies-castrations-and-going-away.html' title='Biopsies, castrations, and going away parties'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/RdE2fjlHBAI/AAAAAAAAACY/bt8vASQGd-k/s72-c/IMG_7019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-1244091460701268746</id><published>2007-02-04T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T21:40:03.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst movie I have EVER seen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Employee of the Month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigli was an Oscar award winning movie by comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all because Tony wanted a movie with boobs... Tania and I had to SUFFER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-1244091460701268746?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1244091460701268746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=1244091460701268746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/1244091460701268746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/1244091460701268746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2007/02/worst-movie-i-have-ever-seen.html' title='Worst movie I have EVER seen'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-6757999188224360268</id><published>2007-02-02T16:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T16:47:40.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Really... That's all I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a LONG week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BORING week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get to spend all weekend in school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-6757999188224360268?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6757999188224360268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=6757999188224360268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/6757999188224360268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/6757999188224360268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2007/02/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-3605307254000781727</id><published>2007-01-25T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:58:58.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Elephants, Chicken, and Movie Reviews</title><content type='html'>Let's start with the the movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Keeping up with the Steins&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting this movie to be funnier. My favorite part was when the boy gets wasted and pukes. Jeremy Piven always makes me laugh, but overall I thought this film was just average. I heard so many great things about it, and I guess that's probably why I was so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pan's Labyrinth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can breathe a collective sigh of relief that I have finally seen the movie and won't be bugging everyone about it anymore. Amazing. Mesmerizing. Graphic. Violent. A little hard to stomach, but incredibly imaginative and dark. I left the film very sad, and quiet (with barely enough time to refill the stupid parking meter), but full of ideas. My brain turned for hours after the film was over - and not just because of the big pink elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first migraine since visiting the neurologist. She had given me this fast-acting, dissolving pill to take. I took it. I experienced the weirdest things! Friday - Euphoria. Saturday - suicidal tendencies. yikes! The pharmacist has suggested that next time I only take half the pill... So I will only be half euphoric and half suicidal??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - Tania is encouraging me to break rules # 1,4,5,6, and 11. I think I got the count right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more weekends of GMAT class to go. Thank goodness! This class is seriously starting to cramp my style. I barely have five minutes to myself! I'm planning on shaking things up on February 10th to celebrate my new found FREEDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I went to the gym for the second time this week. I signed up for a year, so I had better not waste my investment. I hurt. Every part of my body hurts. No pain, no gain, right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad it's almost the weekend, even if that means I have to spend 8 hours in math class. EW! 8 hours of math!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-3605307254000781727?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3605307254000781727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=3605307254000781727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/3605307254000781727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/3605307254000781727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2007/01/pink-elephants-chicken-and-movie.html' title='Pink Elephants, Chicken, and Movie Reviews'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-7725308673839800911</id><published>2007-01-16T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T23:34:48.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New rule from Tania</title><content type='html'>Rule #11 - No dating guys who are already characters in your show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-7725308673839800911?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7725308673839800911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=7725308673839800911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/7725308673839800911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/7725308673839800911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-rule-from-tania.html' title='New rule from Tania'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-3014352623896720547</id><published>2007-01-15T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:21:01.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BAAAAAAACK</title><content type='html'>Here's a brief run-down of my trip. I will be posting some pics on my flickr site at some point this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 3rd&lt;br /&gt;Landed and got right to work. It was a long day because of the time change, but I adjusted quickly enough. Saw Tony and Tina's wedding which was so much fun. Went to bed at 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 4th&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at the hotel (mmmmmmmm.... bacon and eggs). Lunch at the hotel too. Dinner at the Carnegie Deli at the Mirage. It was so yummy there! I ate a tiny part of the biggest sandwich I have ever had in my life! It was so big it fed four people for lunch the next day. Worked really hard, got a lot accomplished. We were more than ready to rock and roll when our co-workers arrived. Even managed to fit in a trip to Target. Bought a cute necklace with a giant strawberry on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 5th&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at the hotel (mmmmmmmmmm... fruit, yogurt and granola! I had lunch at the hotel too. Dinner was with the whole gang at a place called the Burger Bar. The food was so delicious! I had buffalo for the first time, and I really liked it. Buffalo with carmelized onions, aged cheddar, jalapeno peppers... mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 6th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast lunch and dinner at the hotel. All buffet. All in our booth. The food was very yummy. I enjoyed the "make-your-own-sanwich" bar the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 7th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again all in the booth. That night we had a huge party that involved karaoke, food, and me still being drunk on Monday morning. Oops!! Monday was NOT an easy day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/Rav907vcuGI/AAAAAAAAABs/28oqaLprW28/s1600-h/Picture+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020385295466281058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/Rav907vcuGI/AAAAAAAAABs/28oqaLprW28/s200/Picture+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Jan 8th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My head hurt, my body hurt. When I went to pee I couldn't get off the toilet because I was so dizzy... Breakfast - I definitely enjoyed the bacon. Lunch - can't remember what I ate... but I am sure it tasted good. Dinner was at a place called Little Buddha at the Palms. The sushi was really good, the rest was just average. I took a great photo of my dinner which will go up on flickr when I have 5 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/Rav_tLvcuHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8cRk6Vii6DI/s1600-h/Picture+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020387361345550450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/Rav_tLvcuHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8cRk6Vii6DI/s200/Picture+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jan 9th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Breakfast and lunch in the booth - as usual. Still yummy. Dinner at Wolfgang Puck's bar and grill. Yummy crab cakes, and a delicious chicken pizza. It was a light, but much needed dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jan 10th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Debauchery. Brekafast and lunch in the booth. Dinner at Chinois - which has to be one of my all time favorite places. And then dance the night away at OPM night club. SCANDALS I tell you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That's my friend Brian and I dancing - he's not scandalous at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/RawAaLvcuII/AAAAAAAAACE/2MPp6BEKgCM/s1600-h/Picture+260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020388134439663746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/RawAaLvcuII/AAAAAAAAACE/2MPp6BEKgCM/s200/Picture+260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jan 11th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-3014352623896720547?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3014352623896720547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=3014352623896720547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/3014352623896720547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/3014352623896720547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-baaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m BAAAAAAACK'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/Rav907vcuGI/AAAAAAAAABs/28oqaLprW28/s72-c/Picture+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-4108262821415276553</id><published>2007-01-04T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T00:59:39.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The weather is nice in Vegas</title><content type='html'>Good day folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegas is super fun... More fun than usual because so far - everything is going swimmingly! The display company is under control, the hotel is under control... Now we just have to get everything ready for when the troups arrive on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Tony and Tina's wedding tonight! OMG so much fun!!! Loot bags and everything!!! Limbo contest, I got to sing with the band (of course).... I got all my karaoke practicing done tonight... FUN FUN FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a bunch of errands for the TBOMB famiglia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am going to catch some zzzzzzzzs. Big day tomorrow - but it will be worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-4108262821415276553?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4108262821415276553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=4108262821415276553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/4108262821415276553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/4108262821415276553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2007/01/weather-is-nice-in-vegas.html' title='The weather is nice in Vegas'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-8707269117928532587</id><published>2007-01-02T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T19:55:55.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane</title><content type='html'>Happy 2007 one and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I forgot a movie review! I saw the film &lt;em&gt;Kinky Boots&lt;/em&gt; last weekend and totally forgot about it... That's too bad, because I really enjoyed it. definite must-see for anyone who appreciates British humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. New year's was super awesome. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm leaving tomorrow for Vegas. I'll have to keep track of everything so that I have lots to write about when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-8707269117928532587?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8707269117928532587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=8707269117928532587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/8707269117928532587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/8707269117928532587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2007/01/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a jet plane'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-4725152660908724595</id><published>2006-12-29T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:21:01.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 In Review</title><content type='html'>Now lets see... 2006 has been an uneventful/eventful year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what my hair looked like on &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec 31st, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/RZU99drt2oI/AAAAAAAAABI/jjIwm8WfykE/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC07706crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013981886296218242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/RZU99drt2oI/AAAAAAAAABI/jjIwm8WfykE/s200/Copy+of+DSC07706crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what my hair looks like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/RZU_g9rt2qI/AAAAAAAAABY/8KPQWAo9sX8/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013983595693202082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/RZU_g9rt2qI/AAAAAAAAABY/8KPQWAo9sX8/s200/Copy+of+Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now.... 2006 in review:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2006 started off with a religious duel of the heart. Judaism won out over tall, skinny waspiness. And then I was single again shortly thereafter. That's about as exciting as my love life got all year. I had my heart broken and lived to realize that it didn't hurt that badly, and then I had my heart broken and realized I was really heartbroken about it. Shame on me... shame on you. I heard explantions of explantions. I learned what it really means to stand up for myself and what I believe in. I had two sets of friends that I set up fall in love and/or get engaged. I lived an entire year on my own. I made new friends. I got rid of some friends who weren't really friends. I finished writing &lt;em&gt;10 is just a 1 and a 0. &lt;/em&gt;We got into the fringe!!! I saw some super movies &lt;em&gt;Little Miss Sunshine, The Science of Sleep, Borat. &lt;/em&gt;I saw some crappy movies &lt;em&gt;The Illusionist, The Hills Have Eyes. &lt;/em&gt;I read lots of books (but that's nothing new). I conquered some demons. I finally stopped biting my nails once and for all. I chopped my hair into a more sophisticated, and adult 'do. I started wearing makeup to work (I'm up to Day 8 - we'll see if it lasts). I learned from a wise woman that if you really want something, you shouldn't give up and admit defeat. I realized that I'd rather be single than have a 8/10 relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to see Selin in 2006 and that was the best gift of all, even if I did get fat and need to be airlifted to the hospital for gastric bypass surgery. No more fast food. August 6-21 were the best days of the year, even if I got dumped over chicken during that time... Other good things happened too :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tania, Steph and I learned that our favorite position seems to be on the couch with our feet up sans underwear (on any given night of the week).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simon and Tania created some important rules for me to follow. So far so good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I survived a year without Dave in the same city as me. It wasn't easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony wants an honorable mention: Tony - you rock. Thanks for sending me musical lyrics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to a spectacular 2007!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-4725152660908724595?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4725152660908724595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=4725152660908724595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/4725152660908724595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/4725152660908724595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006-in-review.html' title='2006 In Review'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/RZU99drt2oI/AAAAAAAAABI/jjIwm8WfykE/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC07706crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-1169640982775577036</id><published>2006-12-26T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:21:01.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012720471581252210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/RZDCtdrt2nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GfmBGGAn0No/s200/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here are my movie reviews for this long weekend... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW - I loved my first Christmas! Dinner was awesome, and I even got presents!!! Yay! And tonight, dinner with Lauren's family and I even got a present there too. This has overall been an extremely relaxing (and most needed weekend).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stick It&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone likes a movie about gymNICEtics... It had a story line! Who would have thought that was possible? When it ended I had an urge to warm up and do cartwheels up and down my street. Thankfully the weather was terrible and I stayed inside. It would definitely have ended with me at the hospital with something broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beerfest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the comedy of the year - after my dear BORAT of course. Saw this movie with 4 other people. At first they were not thrilled about my rental choice (except for Simon). At the end, we all thought it was hilarious!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am 16 going on 17. Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIC.... What more really needs to be said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Akeelah and the Bee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a cute movie! I thought I was a good speller, but I've got a lot to learn! I watched this movie while I FINALLY finished my much needed ironing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The DaVinci code&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book was better. I am not crazy about Tom Hanks as Robert Langdon. Overall the movie was very good though. You just have to ignore the book completely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more day off and then back to work. This weekend has been interesting. Lots to think about, but no actions to take for at least a couple of weeks. I can't afford any added stress right now. So I am just taking things day by day and enjoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy early Tuesday morning :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-1169640982775577036?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1169640982775577036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=1169640982775577036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/1169640982775577036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/1169640982775577036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/12/movie-weekend.html' title='Movie Weekend'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/RZDCtdrt2nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GfmBGGAn0No/s72-c/Picture+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-2488752608416600443</id><published>2006-12-20T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:21:01.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs an explantion of an explantion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/RYm5_Nrt2lI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UdfJCTmtD8U/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010740556082305618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/RYm5_Nrt2lI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UdfJCTmtD8U/s200/Copy+of+Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spelling error is on purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As an aside, last night I decorated my first Christmas Tree (Thanks Tanita!!!). I am a pro with the ornaments - not the lights. Who makes lights that if one is out, they all go out? That's just dumb... And then Yummy lamb on Sunday night for Christmas dinner. I'm so spoiled!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to the real story... Nothing really to say except that ENGLISH is my first language and I understand it very well. If you feel the need to repeat hurt my feelings, please try it in French, Spanish or Hebrew - or maybe a language I don't understand at all - like Arabic, Mandarin, Japanese, Turkish... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the words of someone I know - That's it! I'm officially on a break. If you are a dude and you aren't already in my life in some way - I'm not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-2488752608416600443?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2488752608416600443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=2488752608416600443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/2488752608416600443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/2488752608416600443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/12/who-needs-explantion-of-explantion.html' title='Who needs an explantion of an explantion?'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/RYm5_Nrt2lI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UdfJCTmtD8U/s72-c/Copy+of+Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-7512194232058792238</id><published>2006-12-14T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:22:39.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>APRIL FOOLS</title><content type='html'>What do you get when you mix an Argentinean and a Polak? DISASTER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I like to overexaggerate things... I know... It's in my nature. But tonight, I swear, there is nothing being exaggerated. This week has been less than pleasant. I knew that since last week was so fucking amazing... this week couldn't possibly be as good. Thanfully, my good friends Tania, and Simon have stepped in with a friendtervention to help me set some new rules for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No more Jdate. Ever. (which is fine by me)&lt;br /&gt;2. No more sleepovers that don't involve some sort of fornication whether it be oral or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;3. No dating men that have been out of a relationship for less than 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;4. Never recycle old dates, even if they were REALLY nice, and/or hot.&lt;br /&gt;5. No dating men that have glasses&lt;br /&gt;6. No dating men that live in the plateau.&lt;br /&gt;7. No dating men that don't pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;8. No more dessert.&lt;br /&gt;9. No dating men that don't speak English as a first language. Some things may get LOST IN TRANSLATION.&lt;br /&gt;10. Return my retard magnet that I bought on EBay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know I sound bitter... that's fine. Really, all this has done is add one more scene to &lt;em&gt;10 is Just a 1 and a 0. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to any of you that read the title and think I was kidding about what I called to tell you... SADLY, I was not. But let's all be friends because I love hanging out with you. Tania says I should now understand why "her people" hate Argentineans... I will admit that I am deeply saddened by the turn of events that took place this evening because really, I never saw this one coming, not in a million years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW - this was my horoscope for today - FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamara&lt;br /&gt;December 14, 2006&lt;br /&gt;You may be feeling like a snail who is emerging from her shell, Tamara. When no one is looking, you slowly, cautiously stick your head out and put up your antenna to take a reading on the outside world. When you see a creature similar to yourself, you feel comfortable and come out of your shell a little more. Be careful of letting your defenses down too much, however, because a &lt;strong&gt;big hungry chicken&lt;/strong&gt; is coming along who is looking for his dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! I'm officially off chicken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-7512194232058792238?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7512194232058792238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=7512194232058792238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/7512194232058792238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/7512194232058792238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/12/april-fools.html' title='APRIL FOOLS'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-7337489271357610156</id><published>2006-12-11T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T17:11:01.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Potato</title><content type='html'>I was really excited to post today because I honestly had a spectacular weekend. Unfortunately my day today has been all around shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with a really sore throat - which may be attributed to the fact that I didn't wear a jacket when I went outside to get fresh air last night. Then I found out some stuff at work that has my brain moving at the speed of light and I don't know whether to laugh or cry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have dinner with friends. That's my plan. Tania is saving me and her friend Chrissy is cooking us Chinese food for dinner. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was awesome though. Official date #2, and salsa dancing. Andres says I have potential and coming from him - that means a lot to me. I'm not very good though... maybe after a few drinks I'd be better. Plus, I get frustrated easily when I can't live up to my own expectations and that always puts me in a sour mood. Thankfully, I did not suck alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-7337489271357610156?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7337489271357610156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=7337489271357610156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/7337489271357610156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/7337489271357610156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/12/hot-potato.html' title='Hot Potato'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-7510446368538665039</id><published>2006-12-08T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:21:02.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Es el fin de semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/RXn6hkAcleI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Jx_WBj-cDzg/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006307915307193826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/RXn6hkAcleI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Jx_WBj-cDzg/s200/Picture+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/RXn5akAcldI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wj_jYNYUNSA/s1600-h/Group+Shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006306695536481746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/RXn5akAcldI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wj_jYNYUNSA/s200/Group+Shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buenas noches todos. Soy en la casa de mi madre y padre. Yo practico mi espagnol. Bueno?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture to the left is from my Holiday Dinner last night. What a super fun time!! I partied like it was 1999 all over again. The music was a perfect mix of slow, fast, and fun. No one did anything too scandalous (above the usual grinding on the dance floor - is that was we will all become one day??? Holiday party grinders??? The one time of the year where we have freedom so we grind our coworkers??? Please shoot me if I ever behave that way). I on the other hand, was very well behaved. I was also a rockstar!! See picture on the right. I was sober too!!! See - I can be fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, tonight, dinner with the rents - Corey is off the hook again for dinner with Becky's family. After dinner, Steph and I are going to meet DAVE for drinks! Yay! Dave is home just for one night and I am so excited that I get to see him. Sorry Selin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My tarot today was interesting:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’ve got green lights everywhere in your romantic life, dear tamara! You’re under the powerful protection of the pair Justice/Temperance, which is offering you serenity and foresight in the emotional realm. Thanks to your perceptual acuity and your capability to listen to what others have to say, harmony will be reigning in your emotional interaction. You’re behaving in a way that makes it easy for people to understand and even love you.   Certain people are trying to stir up trouble in your professional environment, and yet you're managing to preserve an Olympian calm. You're not exactly the rebellious type! The Tower and Temperance indicate that the world could collapse around your ears, and you'd still know how to adapt to the change and rebuild on the ruins. You're a shining example to others! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;And my horoscope:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planetary configuration brings a sudden sense of clarity. You may have felt confused about a few things associated with your love life. First of all, you realize that sitting around waiting for the right person to drop in and suddenly be everything your heart desires, is not going to happen. Second, it becomes obvious that nothing will ever happen if you don't go forward and meet life halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too shabby if I do say so myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy fin de semana everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-7510446368538665039?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7510446368538665039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=7510446368538665039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/7510446368538665039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/7510446368538665039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/12/es-el-fin-de-semana.html' title='Es el fin de semana'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4qcoUDz7nE/RXn6hkAcleI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Jx_WBj-cDzg/s72-c/Picture+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-1327950749966674293</id><published>2006-12-07T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T16:41:22.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Office holiday party in 30 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go make myself beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a super awesome week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING WILL GET ME DOWN RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post some pics tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-1327950749966674293?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1327950749966674293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=1327950749966674293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/1327950749966674293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/1327950749966674293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/12/ho-ho-ho-merry-christmas.html' title='Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-125783526776589406</id><published>2006-12-05T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T17:08:01.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YEEHAW!</title><content type='html'>OK peeps! We fucking did it! Excuse the swearing, but I've been so excited since last night that I feel the incessant urge to use foul language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Sarit and I went to the Fringe lottery. There was a lot of hand holding, shaking, sweating and shivering (and that was just me!). 48 shows applied to be picked for 19 spots in the show. AND WE FUCKING MADE IT!!! OK, I will stop with the potty mouth now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we're in, and now the work begins. Scenes to film, lines to learn, ex-boyfriend devils to blow up... All in the name of fun. Fringe runs June 7-17th this year (I think). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I ate dessert. Don't tell anyone. I still prefer a bag of Ms. Vickies, but I could get used to banana with caramel spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got three pair of jeans on Saturday, despite 3.5 hours of sleep. Also, had a fun night out with the girls- and Tony. VIP - yum! I actually had two dinners on Saturday. They were both good. Shed makes a delicious Frites Sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy almost Wendesday... The weekend is almost here again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-125783526776589406?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/125783526776589406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=125783526776589406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/125783526776589406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/125783526776589406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/12/yeehaw.html' title='YEEHAW!'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-2990420637478950164</id><published>2006-12-02T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T11:32:59.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd First dates are underrated</title><content type='html'>There really is not much to say. I had the best time last night and only had 3.5 hours of sleep because I have to meet my parents this morning. I am really happy today. So now - my legions of fans - think some happy thoughts for me, ok? I'm due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to buy new jeans, and Simon's Christmas present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-2990420637478950164?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2990420637478950164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=2990420637478950164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/2990420637478950164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/2990420637478950164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/12/2nd-first-dates-are-underrated.html' title='2nd First dates are underrated'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-7673718133754622004</id><published>2006-11-26T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T20:17:24.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend was incredibly relaxing. The problem is - I'm not really good at relaxing. I just don't know how to do it. Before I left for Vegas, I cleaned my house and wasn't home for the week... there was no cleaning to do. I bummed around in sweats for the whole weekend... It was super-duper!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the movie &lt;em&gt;American Dreamz &lt;/em&gt;yesterday... I was not expecting a whole Arab terrorist twist. That was just bizzarre. Hugh Grant - he's hot. I could watch him all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new nail polish, did my nails, hung out with the girls, cooked, bought some groceries... Really, I did nothing very exciting. I loved it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had brunch with a friend I hadn't seen in a year and a half. It was really nice to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I could get used to relaxing!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-7673718133754622004?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7673718133754622004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=7673718133754622004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/7673718133754622004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/7673718133754622004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/11/lazy-weekend.html' title='Lazy Weekend'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-6566910042285525295</id><published>2006-11-22T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:19:53.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Restaurant Review</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate the most phenomenal dinner last night at a restaurant called N9NE steakhouse at the Palms. Seared tuna, filet mignon and something called "death by potato" (which I'm sure took a few years off my life!). Oh wow was it awesome! I also tried a pomegranate martini - and that was DEEELISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My meeting went really well yesterday. Have been catching up on emails this morning... Have another meeting coming up soon with our display company. I'm hoping it goes just as well as yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on book three of the nerdy boy books with the wizard who consults to the police. It's really good. I have it with me. It's taking a Vegas vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-6566910042285525295?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6566910042285525295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=6566910042285525295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/6566910042285525295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/6566910042285525295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/11/restaurant-review.html' title='Restaurant Review'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-1432456920580773068</id><published>2006-11-17T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T17:45:49.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Weekend!</title><content type='html'>As the weekend approaches, I get all giddy. No work, no annoying people, just me, myself and I and whoever I choose to include in my life for 2.5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight: &lt;em&gt;Happy Feet &lt;/em&gt;(stay tuned for a movie review).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: manicure and date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Sweet fuck all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-1432456920580773068?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1432456920580773068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=1432456920580773068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/1432456920580773068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/1432456920580773068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-weekend.html' title='Happy Weekend!'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-116345711572599611</id><published>2006-11-13T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:31:55.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie review</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I took Kaden and Taryn to see &lt;em&gt;Flushed Away.&lt;/em&gt; It was the first time my aunt and uncle ever let anyone take both their children somewhere in public. What a trip! We got to the theater and Kaden wanted to touch everything - ew! germs! I gave him tokens to play video games, and then the 3 of us had to all get together and help with the car racing game. Taryn sat on the chair, Kaden sat on her lap to reach the steering wheel, and I controlled the gas pedal while standing next to the game. Ah - the wonders of being part of a short family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - the movie was really cute. A little bit like &lt;em&gt;Finding Nemo &lt;/em&gt;meets &lt;em&gt;Alladin &lt;/em&gt;(strictly for a Jafar-like character). Cute music. Cute story. All around cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the movie, Kaden had to pee. And I am SOOOO sorry for the person that had to clean the stall when he finished. I took him in the girls room. He pulled down his pants and I said "OK - Aim for the bowl!!!" He peed everywhere!!! Thankfully not on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ran, ran, ran back to the theater to enjoy the second half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun night with the kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - super weekend all around!! Friday was a chill night with the parentals. Corey was off the hook as he had plans for some Risk tournament (that's cool). Saturday night, ate at a really yummy restaurant - yuu kai. Was able to eat sushi without puking it up! Then, Steph, Tania and I met Tony and went to Orienthe; a Moroccan tea house. You have to take off your shoes. It's really warm and cozy. They have 50 kinds of tea (but only 3 decaf). Board games, shisha, deserts.... Yum! What a fun night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave for Vegas in a week from tomorrow. I've got so much to prepare!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-116345711572599611?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/116345711572599611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=116345711572599611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116345711572599611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116345711572599611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/11/movie-review.html' title='Movie review'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-116311210810016891</id><published>2006-11-09T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T17:41:48.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum!</title><content type='html'>I just made reservations for a restaurant in Vegas for the 21st of November. They could barely squeeze in a table for two. How crazy is that? My reservation is for 7:45pm which is really 10:45pm. I will be tired, but I will be eating super yummy food. You can look it up if you are bored. It's called N9NE at the Palms... MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Kevin and his gf are coming over to watch the OC, Grey's Anatomy and CSI. They are bringing Chinese Food with them. I love Chinese food. General Tao here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - and I have a date on the 18th. I like to think of it as the way my life seems to work... Let's book a date 10 days in advance - that's NORMAL!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is so intense right now! I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-116311210810016891?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/116311210810016891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=116311210810016891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116311210810016891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116311210810016891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/11/yum.html' title='Yum!'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-116301715390505727</id><published>2006-11-08T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T15:19:13.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>Everyone should be proud. I went on a date with a 34 year old man who had a normal name and a job. Now there's improvement. Unfortunately, I think I prefer younger, scruffier, unemployed artists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a quick rundown (sorry for repeat info to some):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was nice enough to hold the door open for me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Told me I speak like a Woody Allen movie "Just when I think you are finished a sentence, you go on for another 2." OK...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He only eats at expensive restaurants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has an entire room devoted to his clothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;WAY TOO HIGH MAINTENANCE FOR ME. Made me want to roll around in the dirt a little. And there's no way he's going to call me again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So thank you Elana. You tried. Suivant next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-116301715390505727?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/116301715390505727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=116301715390505727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116301715390505727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116301715390505727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-116278368294812597</id><published>2006-11-05T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:28:33.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/1600/052011_beauty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/052011_beauty.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the shoes I bought on Friday night. They are H-O-T hot! I love them and they are super comfortable. I also bought 2 skirts, 3 pairs of underwear and a belt. All for under $100. What a great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finally coloured my hair BROWN. No more brassy red crap. I am much happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph and Tania saw Borat today and loved it! Brian hated it - he's stupid (obviously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel sort of under the weather. There's something just not right, so I think I am going to make a doctor's appointment tomorrow. I'm so sick of these headaches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-116278368294812597?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/116278368294812597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=116278368294812597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116278368294812597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116278368294812597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/11/red-hot.html' title='Red hot!'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-116250532255126403</id><published>2006-11-02T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T17:08:42.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I give up!</title><content type='html'>OK - so I was bold, brave and left a message. I got no response. I have officially given up. I've already decided that my next show will be called "FUCK THIS I'M JOINING A CONVENT." It will be about a young Jewish woman's quest to find a convent that will accept her - and then she falls in love with the groundskeeper and they live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just like to say - again - if you tell someone you are going to call them at a certain time, or on a certain day, pick up your damn phone and do it. My mom taught me that when you say you're going to do something - you do it. That's just the way life works. And if you don't have time, well it only takes 10 seconds to call a person and say "I'm really busy... can we talk another day?" Really, is it nice to just fall off the face of the Earth and leave the other hoping that you really are in a coma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-116250532255126403?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/116250532255126403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=116250532255126403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116250532255126403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116250532255126403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-give-up.html' title='I give up!'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-116233293022375273</id><published>2006-10-31T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T17:15:30.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/1600/Oct%2031%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Oct%2031%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am dressed as: ASLEEP ON THE JOB. Aren't I cute!!??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually never worn these PJs, but they are pink with penguins... very sexy! I'm going home now, but I wanted to point out that I have been feeling like crap for about 24 hours now and I think I am coming down with something flu-like. BARF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie REVIEW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to a sneak preview of the Borat movie. Holy shit! I was laughing so hard that the migraine I had was pulsing in my head and making me feel like my brain would explode - but I didn't care. This movie was so funny!!! There was one scene involving cockroaches that I think may have gone too far, and one scene involving full frontal nudity of both Borat and Azamat... But for anyone who speaks Armenian or Hebrew this movie is even more hilarious!!! You don't even need half the subtitles... You must all go see this movie and roar with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my feeling ill... Have had a headache since Sunday night. Yesterday I wore my sunglasses while working at my desk - I looked super fly! And today I have the nausea. I'm thinking positive. I do not want to be sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I am going to do something BOLD, BRAVE, and perhaps stupid. I'll let you know the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Selin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-116233293022375273?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/116233293022375273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=116233293022375273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116233293022375273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116233293022375273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!!'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-116217087788100869</id><published>2006-10-29T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T20:14:37.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!!!</title><content type='html'>O.K................... I am super psyched today!!! I finished writing my script!!! I need to type up the last few scenes, but I wrote it all out on paper today - including the two alternate, choose your own adventure endings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarit will join the cast, and I am very excited about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was good. Flan &amp; Jason's engagement dinner. It was beautiful. And delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I worked on a movie set. I was one of three people without a chaperone, and definitely the OLDEST. Whoa - my youth took on a whole new meaning today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ALL good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-116217087788100869?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/116217087788100869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=116217087788100869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116217087788100869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116217087788100869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/10/yay.html' title='Yay!!!'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-116153640643703456</id><published>2006-10-22T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:00:06.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know why I don't drink</title><content type='html'>Well, my days of depression are done. I woke up this morning with a new lease on life and a giant puke stain on my white carpet. My bedroom stinks. I've been doing load after load of laundry and I may need to buy a new comforter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red wine and sushi come up REALLY ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But - I feel super. No hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My belt just fell off my chair and scared the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for sushi dinner with Abby, and then to a party at a friend's. I haven't puked since my 24th birthday... and that was only because I thought I was smoking a cigarette... EWWWWW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have wicked cool black nails because now I am goth. OK, I am not goth at all... but my nails can pretend they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm buying a skirt today. It's the CUTEST skirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for carpet stain remover. It works!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-116153640643703456?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/116153640643703456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=116153640643703456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116153640643703456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116153640643703456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/10/now-i-know-why-i-dont-drink.html' title='Now I know why I don&apos;t drink'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-116103418722879568</id><published>2006-10-16T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T17:29:47.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review</title><content type='html'>Last night I saw the film &lt;em&gt;"The Science of Sleep."&lt;/em&gt; What a delicious film! I felt like maybe I was on drugs for two hours (I wasn't)... You also have to watch this movie with an open, unclouded mind. At first, I was trying very hard to figure out what was happening, what scene was a "dream" and what scene was "reality." But really, it's also very FUNNY and there were many scenes where I found myself laughing out loud and not caring how noisy I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Garcia Bernal is so cute to watch and sexy with his accent, but plays a totally loveable nutjob - definitely the kind of guy I think I've found myself attracted to before once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am going to leave the office and head to the Tbombs for an evening of most probably arguements. Yippy!!! Linda was being so strange on the phone this afternoon I can only imagine what's coming my way over a bowl of FRESH bean soup (yay - more yummy bean soup!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-116103418722879568?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/116103418722879568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=116103418722879568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116103418722879568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116103418722879568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/10/movie-review.html' title='Movie Review'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-116079772596494569</id><published>2006-10-13T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:48:45.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from the land of the LAZY</title><content type='html'>OK. I promised myself that tonight I would work on my show. Instead I have spent the evening (I only got home at 10:30) uploading albums Corey gave me into my ITunes, and now I am OBSSESSED with listening to Thom Yorke's album. It rocks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I am blocked I do not know... I think partially it is because I am wishing something exciting would happen in my real life... I know I could just make things up. A lot of my show is made up and just based "loosely" on reality - except for being dumped over chicken - that's all real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom made bean soup. I tried it and it was DELISH. I was really surprised as I am not usually a bean person... yum. I want more now please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I signed into my Jdate email addy to see if any weirdos had written, or added me to their msn... One guy starts chatting me up and asks me what I do for a living... "Well, I'm an advertising manager for a consumer electronics distributor" - oh I hope it's not the one near Leon's... UM THERE'S A WAY TO WIN A GIRL OVER: CRITICIZE THE COMPANY SHE WORKS FOR WITHIN THE FIRST FIVE MINUTES. This could be total show material...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, my friend... her friend at work went away for work and while she was gone asked her sister to pass by her condo and her bf of 4 years was having a romantic candlelight dinner with another woman... Now that's classy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or - I get an email from some jdate dude asking me out - we've already gone out!!! I was not into him but apparently not even memorable... So I mention that we've met on a double date with Carly and he writes back to ask me if Carly is still single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why internet dating doesn't work. The only available men are freaks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the other week I get an email from a guy who tells me he's never been on jdate before, describes what he does and I realize it's my friend's friend's BOYFRIEND. Well, guess who got busted!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ranting a little??? Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-116079772596494569?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/116079772596494569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=116079772596494569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116079772596494569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116079772596494569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/10/greetings-from-land-of-lazy.html' title='Greetings from the land of the LAZY'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-116066695045232866</id><published>2006-10-12T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T11:29:10.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My pants fit!</title><content type='html'>Can I get a Hallelujah???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't decide what to wear on this dreary, cold, rainy Montreal day... I pulled the pants off the hanger with a little fear... I pulled them on, zipped them up and PRESTO! THEY FIT! Nothing bulges over the sides, they sit low enough to wear heels. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently knee deep in this nerdy boy book series about the wizard who consults to the polive about supernatural cases. It's very addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nails are pretty because I don't bite them anymore, and I even put on pretty nail polish. Right now, I am looking for a super dark purple that looks black. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my crazy short bangs are growing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-116066695045232866?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/116066695045232866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=116066695045232866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116066695045232866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116066695045232866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-pants-fit.html' title='My pants fit!'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-116060272500024432</id><published>2006-10-11T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:38:45.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially a flake</title><content type='html'>Yes - I know it's not really a big surprise. Today - I really amazed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Val came to interview at AVS this morning. She happened to arrive at my office when I did so I went to sit in her car for a while and catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3pm, I had to go visit one of my suppliers. I put on my coat, picked up my purse. Went to reach for my keys.... WHERE THE FUCK WERE MY KEYS??? My first instinct was that I forgot them in Val's car. I called her, called my mom to get the spare set she keeps for me for moments of stupidity like this... Turns out I had just left my keys in the car because apparently I was really excited to see Val at 8:20am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a dummy I am!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-116060272500024432?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/116060272500024432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=116060272500024432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116060272500024432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116060272500024432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/10/officially-flake.html' title='Officially a flake'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-116014161898863075</id><published>2006-10-06T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T13:48:06.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Long Weekend!</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad it's Friday. This week - although a short one - has been really hectic and didn't involve nearly enough sleep time. At 3pm, I am off for a weekend with the fam where I will shop until I drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to buy the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 skirts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 pairs of pants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black &amp;amp; Pink Puma's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New bottle of my perfume&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And who knows what else... I will know when I see it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also will be finishing my script this weekend, which means I will have to type it up next week. Doesn't matter... I'll find the time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK - mortifying story - I've done it again. I packed a small overnight back with all my shit and brought it to my parents so that they could pack it in the suitcase. My mother found condoms in the bag that I totally forgot about. They were from when Selin and I went to the country with boys and I thought perhaps, maybe, but alas, nothing... So my mother found my condoms and they aren't even being used!!! Sheesh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-116014161898863075?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/116014161898863075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=116014161898863075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116014161898863075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/116014161898863075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-long-weekend.html' title='Happy Long Weekend!'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115971461022906911</id><published>2006-10-01T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T10:56:50.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I let a stranger cut my hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/1600/Picture%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK... I let a stranger cut my hair. That pic is of the weird bowl coif they gave me for the 1964 scene in the movie. They also gave me a suit completely made of wool (which I am allergic to) and I had to smoke during the scene. OK, I didn't HAVE to smoke, but they asked if I would, so I said fine... And now I am CURED. I felt so absolutely gross after. I went home took a shower and curled up on the couch with the giant headache I had - and still have this morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This hair is going to be so damn high maintenance...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115971461022906911?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115971461022906911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115971461022906911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115971461022906911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115971461022906911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-let-stranger-cut-my-hair.html' title='I let a stranger cut my hair!'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115958676367235661</id><published>2006-09-29T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T23:28:17.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Weekend!</title><content type='html'>It's Friday night. I'm at home. Sitting on my couch and about to work on V.3 of my show. I've got it all pretty much mapped out and I am ready to go. This week was pretty intense. I'm really busy at work which is great. Everything is pretty super, professional and personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Storm Front. It was so good! I'm really glad it's a series because I'm going to go buy the rest of them :) What a nerd! That's me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Christian Bale day. woohoo! I have to be in Verdun at 3pm. I'm really hoping that the shoot doesn't end late because I'm supposed to be at a party at 9pm. It's a tacky dress like a loser party... I intend to go in whatever weird 1964 hair &amp; makeup they give me... I bet I'll look just SUPER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy me. Hope everyone had a fun internet date... you know who you are your drunkards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115958676367235661?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115958676367235661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115958676367235661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115958676367235661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115958676367235661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-weekend.html' title='Happy Weekend!'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115937384863352694</id><published>2006-09-27T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T16:36:31.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Upside down and Inside out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/1600/Picture%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/1600/Picture%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got dressed with my eyes closed. Not only do I not match, but I just went to pee and realized I had my underwear on inside out. Oops! That's what you get for only having 5 hours of sleep - and NO I AM NOT COMPLAINING... I just looked really silly jumping up and down and trying to balance so that my feet wouldn't touch the floor while I flipped my undies back the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like a martini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to MSN - this is my horoscope for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Sign&lt;br /&gt;Cancer&lt;br /&gt;Are you in love, dear Cancer? You might find that thoughts of your beloved haunt you today, even while you're apart. Desire and passion could be practically obsessive, but they'll interfere with your other projects if you aren't careful. Try to stay focused on the tasks at hand, and make a date to get together with your partner later. You'll want to keep all departments of your life in their proper perspective, after all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE BEEN FOCUSED TODAY, AND ACTUALLY GOT A LOT OF WORK DONE! And I just read the horoscope now at 4:26... Those fortune tellers (or fortune "writers") don't know what they are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided on my two alternate endings for "10 is just a 1 and a 0." They are both equally interesting. Now I just have to finish writing. I've given myself a deadline of October 15th. That's when Megan &amp; Simon are coming over for a cold reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I more than halfway through Storm Front. It's so cheesy!!! But it's getting REALLY good. I'm hooked to another boy book. Crap! Soon I'll be playing dungeons &amp;amp; dragons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very chilled out because I've just finished 3 Radiohead albums. I haven't been on Shuffle today... the tunes have just been playing in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon crapped out on me for tonight because he "isn't feeling well." He SUCKS! (sorry simon - I still love you. Just get better). I was going to make a BBQ, but I may not now... We'll see what kind of mood I'm in when I get home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115937384863352694?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115937384863352694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115937384863352694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115937384863352694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115937384863352694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/09/upside-down-and-inside-out.html' title='Upside down and Inside out'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115921764805462448</id><published>2006-09-25T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T16:54:08.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHING WILL RUIN MY DAY</title><content type='html'>OK - So what if I only had a nap this morning before coming to the office? So what if I am an almost useless waste of flesh today. My dreams are coming true and no one is going to burst my bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from one of the local casting agencies that they need an actra member for a shoot this weekend to be a waitress... OK - sure, I can pretend (I have never really been a waitress unless you count camp, and the spaghetti dinner at Beth Tikvah)... in a movie that Christian Bale stars in. I LOVE HIM. I am really not a startsruck person... I've worked on a hundred sets over the years and these things really don't phase me... BUT CHRISTIAN BALE!!! Someone pinch me!!! The only thing better would be the threesome porn movie that Dave and Selin came up with, but that is a whole other story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside - my parents played such a nasty trick on Corey and I this weekend... They had us going for a good 45 minutes that cousin Helen used to follow us when we went out to make sure we weren't getting into any trouble. Now, I wasn't worried for myself as I was somewhat of a goody-goody in high school (Helen would have had much more fun following me around when I was at McGill), but Corey... hooo boy!!! He started spilling all the beans to her "Did you see me here with so and so..." Finally I said "Mom, please tell me you are joking... and she started to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA. Funny parentals. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie review: &lt;em&gt;The Hills Have Eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was sick, perverted, weird and gory. The acting was not fantastic, and I laughed quite a few times. I don't think I was supposed to be laughing. And another thing, if you have the choice between Moulin Rouge and this film - watch Moulin Rouge for the hundreth time. Sing the songs... Horror films should not be watched at midnight on Sundays before starting off the week. I am so bloody tired today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.... leftovers for dinner. Matzah ball soup anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathing suit update: Washed, folded and back where it belongs. Thanks also to Dave for remembering the stuff I forgot at his house. Just call me Forgetful Jones...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115921764805462448?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115921764805462448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115921764805462448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115921764805462448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115921764805462448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/09/nothing-will-ruin-my-day.html' title='NOTHING WILL RUIN MY DAY'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115893769676314265</id><published>2006-09-22T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T17:32:57.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my clothes back!</title><content type='html'>They smell like the country so they need to be washed... BUT THEY ARE IN MY POSSESSION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to point out that CTV screwed up Grey's Anatomy and completely ruined my night of TV viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shana Tova to you and yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115893769676314265?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115893769676314265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115893769676314265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115893769676314265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115893769676314265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-got-my-clothes-back.html' title='I got my clothes back!'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115885602893186662</id><published>2006-09-21T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:27:08.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy McThursday!</title><content type='html'>For the next few months I will be a hermit on Tursdays nights, doing nothing but sitting my ass on the couch and watching TV. There is so much to choose from and I am even going to need to use my VCR. (Yes, I own a VCR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Office, Grey's Anatomy, CSI, I'm going to watch that new show six degrees... I'm so giddy!!! Is it 8 o'clock yet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm into the second "boy recommended" book. It's called Stormfront, and is the first in a series about a wizard who consults to the police. At first, I wasn't so into it... I've given it a chance and I have to say, it's pretty good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to the hockey game with my brother - who I might point out is still having sex while Simon and I are not! We sat in the "eat free food all night" section. I gained 2 pounds. hahahahaha! But the nachos were sooooooooooooooooo good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115885602893186662?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115885602893186662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115885602893186662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115885602893186662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115885602893186662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-mcthursday.html' title='Happy McThursday!'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115877356110924873</id><published>2006-09-20T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T13:32:41.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The challenge is DONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I made it!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I am proud to say that the special K challenge is complete. I will go on the scale one last time tonight (after stuffing myself with food at the hockey game), but I believe that in total I lost 4.5 pounds. Tomorrow I will try on THE PANTS again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt my back. I have a bandage on my foot to somehow help my back heal faster. I know it makes no sense, but my chiropractor knows what he is talking about and I really do feel better today than I did yesterday. I am hoping that tomorrow will be an even better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night my bathing suit will be retrieved and all will be forgotten about the bathing suit scandal of 2006 - although it will be forever immortalized in the story of Allan the Shmuck. I am hoping to have version 3 of 10 is just a 1 and a 0 ready for review in early October.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115877356110924873?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115877356110924873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115877356110924873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115877356110924873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115877356110924873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/09/challenge-is-done.html' title='The challenge is DONE'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115859154300958110</id><published>2006-09-18T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T17:15:27.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not mad anymore</title><content type='html'>I'm going to blame my bad mood of the last few days entirely on my lack of yummy food. I know that when I am hungry I am cranky, but I feel that I have taken it to a new level. I feel great. I'm not as hungry. I've lost 4.5 pounds. I am drinking more milk than I have in the last 5 years. Yay!!! But I am still craving a Dagwoods sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a decent weekend. Friday night I did nothing. Saturday night was girls night. Last night, Tania made really yummy sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie review: Last Kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Zach Braf (not to mention the fact that he's easy on the eyes), but I HATED HIM IN THIS MOVIE. His character (although really raw and real) was so deplorable. I don't know what I would do if my boyfriend (that I don't have), husband (that I don't have), or father of my child (thank g-d Frank and I broke up or I could be a mother!) cheated on me. Could I take someone back after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it all happens he talks a lot about how it was a one time thing and it will never happen again. How can someone make promises like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I really liked the movie, but it made me very mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115859154300958110?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115859154300958110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115859154300958110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115859154300958110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115859154300958110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-not-mad-anymore.html' title='I am not mad anymore'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115850224293698137</id><published>2006-09-17T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T10:10:42.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like being angry on Sundays</title><content type='html'>I have a date this morning with Special K. I was supposed to have a date with someone else, but seeing as that is not going to be happening, I'm going with old reliable. Special K doesn't let you down... doesn't disappoint... always acts the way its supposed to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115850224293698137?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115850224293698137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115850224293698137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115850224293698137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115850224293698137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-like-being-angry-on-sundays.html' title='I don&apos;t like being angry on Sundays'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115826511220655346</id><published>2006-09-14T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T16:50:16.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE SPECIAL K</title><content type='html'>Oh barf - this whole challenge thing is making me a little nutty... I'm now on Day 9. 5 more days to go. When this is over, I don't even care about the pant size anymore... All I know is I can't stop because I'm not a quitter and I'm almost there... But what I would give for a Dagwoods Sandwich right now... Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, Clarisse and I had THE most incredible meal that I've had in a LONG time. AIX at the Place D'Armes hotel makes Tuna Tartar to DIE FOR... and the best 20 oz. ribsteak I've ever had... and the creme brulee!!! oh my goodness!! I can still taste it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already, please take a look at &lt;a href="http://www.openletterstojerks.com"&gt;www.openletterstojerks.com&lt;/a&gt; - Please participate and pass the link along to your friends, family, enemies, whoever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the weekend... I am tired. I think it might have something to do with the lack of yummy food... I realized this week just how much I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115826511220655346?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115826511220655346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115826511220655346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115826511220655346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115826511220655346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-special-k.html' title='I HATE SPECIAL K'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115818119528393709</id><published>2006-09-13T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T17:04:23.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My bathing suit has been found but who really cares?</title><content type='html'>What an afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a train wreck... I can't stop listening to the radio... It's amazing how one moment can make you feel so weird. I didn't even realize my cousin was there when it happened and was fairly close to where the shooter was... Thank goodness he got out ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Dawson - 2 of the most memorable years of my life - and I loved it. I'm glad I have no kids, and I'm glad my brother's girlfriend, and my cousin, are ok (and of course everyone else...)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary scary shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puts things into perspective and makes you not really care so much about missing clothes (even if they have been found).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to hug my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW - CNN totally sensationalizes things... CNN is reporting 4 dead and at least 13 wounded... Let's be clear: 1 dead (the shooter), and 11 injured with no more injuries arriving at the hospital. Amazing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115818119528393709?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115818119528393709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115818119528393709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115818119528393709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115818119528393709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-bathing-suit-has-been-found-but-who.html' title='My bathing suit has been found but who really cares?'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115799845997527073</id><published>2006-09-11T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T14:16:24.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My missing clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/1600/7147002_041_dt.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/7147002_041_dt.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/1600/wink2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/wink2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/1600/180px-Purple.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/180px-Purple.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Attention!!! Has anyone seen the above items of clothing??? They were last seen in a bathroom near Ste. Agathe. I am offering a $2 reward to get them back in perfect condition. I am sad without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115799845997527073?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115799845997527073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115799845997527073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115799845997527073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115799845997527073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-missing-clothes.html' title='My missing clothes'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115799539217605176</id><published>2006-09-11T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T14:19:55.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Special K challenge - Day 6</title><content type='html'>I am munching on dry cereal as the thought of another bowl of soggy cereal makes me want to vomit a little bit... I will drink the milk separately so that my bones grow strong! I love my Nalgene container... Holds just enough milk for two bowls of cereal. 8 more days to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I finished &lt;em&gt;The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies&lt;/em&gt; - it was awesome. I laughed all the way to the end, and I really am excited to read the follow-up. And - I will actually look into reading some of this dudes other offerings. The characters were very funny, the writing was funny, it was all just funny. I'm sorry to not write much more than that but the story is so unbelievable that you honestly have to read it yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my roller coaster of a day yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My little cousin's bday party was fun. See flickr for pictures. She's 11. She's cute. She seemed to be very happy. My mother and her "estranged" (there's really no other word for it) hugged each other hello and almost sent the other relatives into a panic. It was hilarious! It was arranged in advance... My aunt had called my mom. I hope they can work things out - for my mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The engagement party. It was BEAUTIFUL. Flan looked gorgeous and she was glowing. The food was awesome. The live band was very entertaining. I made friends with a 3 year old named Jamie (3 year old boys love me!). The ex-roomies told my friend in advance that they wouldn't so much as say hello to me. I think they are 5 year olds. Really and truly. And I do think I overhead one of them tell my friend she was sorry for her because she was going home with me. I'm glad I am a grown up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115799539217605176?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115799539217605176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115799539217605176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115799539217605176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115799539217605176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/09/special-k-challenge-day-6.html' title='Special K challenge - Day 6'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115794096310328637</id><published>2006-09-10T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:22:57.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today has been a LONG and emotional day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alittlenutty/239992616/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/79/239992616_c9c8d5728b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so glad that it is time for bed..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow I will write a book review - I finished the &lt;em&gt;Hollow Chocolate Bunnies &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will also write about Taryn's birthday party (she turned 11). The picture is my great-great auntie Goldie and I.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I will write about Flannery's beautiful engagement party and my nasty ex roomies (oh Selin - I am so glad I can hold my head high and be an ADULT and not be a 33 year old CHILD).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my hair is brown(er).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115794096310328637?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115794096310328637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115794096310328637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115794096310328637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115794096310328637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-has-been-long-and-emotional-day.html' title='Today has been a LONG and emotional day'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115786007331198845</id><published>2006-09-09T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:47:53.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Reviews!</title><content type='html'>#1 - The Illusionist (I promised this review days ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like it. I figured out what was going on very quickly into the movie, and then I had to watch it happen. I found that it dragged and the characters weren't very engaging. My favorite part was Edward Norton's pretty eyes. He does have pretty eyes. Jessica Biel is certainly a looker, but meh... Overall not so great... Wouldn't watch it again and kind of wish I hadn't seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - The Aristocrats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave promised I would either LOVE IT, or HATE IT. I laughed a few times, but not out loud... more like a little internal laughter... It was nothing that special. Sorry Daveman. I know our movie tastes are usually pretty similar, but this time... NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - Jesus is Magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it! I laughed for an hour... She's hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not hungry anymore... Still on the Special K challenge. Today was DAY 4. 10 more to go (but who's counting, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow - should be interesting... I'd put money on the fact that I will have at LEAST two good stories Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I will go write. I'm in the mood. Hopefully something good - no great! - comes out of these fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dyed my hair. Medium brown baby!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115786007331198845?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115786007331198845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115786007331198845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115786007331198845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115786007331198845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/09/movie-reviews.html' title='Movie Reviews!'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115766400093389410</id><published>2006-09-07T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T17:20:00.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M HUNGRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115766400093389410?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115766400093389410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115766400093389410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115766400093389410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115766400093389410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115759641273408908</id><published>2006-09-06T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:41:57.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Special K Challenge Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alittlenutty/235271200/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/83/235271200_2e33fdcd0f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alittlenutty/235271200/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tamara - lover of animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/alittlenutty/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alittlenutty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd like the world to know that although I don't love cats - I thought I'd make nice to this one since it was the last time I would ever see him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good day to all! I have embarked on a magical journey today into the land of the Special K challenge. After not fitting into my fall pants properly I made a mad dash for the gym and the Special K website. They have challenged me to eat 2 bowls of cereal a day - as meals, lots of fresh fruits and veggies as snacks, and my third meal "regular." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is day 1. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ate: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vanilla Almond Special K for breakfast with strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;More strawberries as a snack.&lt;br /&gt;Lafleur's for lunch (I took my mom's friend out for her birthday)&lt;br /&gt;Apple juice and cucumber as a snack.&lt;br /&gt;A banana.&lt;br /&gt;Special K for dinner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I only need to do this for 2 weeks and then apparently 1 pant size will magically disappear. I will keep you posted on my progress and if it works encourage you all to try it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning - before I left for work I found a HUMONGOUS bug in my bathroom. I tried to kill it will a shoe. It would NOT DIE. Eventually it hid in a corner, and there I was choking back the vomit that I was about to spew all over myself... Finally I dustbusted it. I then put the dustbuster in a plastic bag, tied it up and put it in my trunk. I called my Dad "Daddy, I need you to empty my dustbuster when I come for dinner tonight." "Why?" "There's a giant bug - maybe a beetle in it and I won't touch it." "I don't want to touch it!" "DADDY!!!!!" Really - I'd rather throw it out and buy a new one. How did this bug get in my clean house??? EW EW EW EW EW!!! (My dad - wearing rubber gloves - emptied the dusbuster for me - the bug was DEAD)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on chapter 23 of The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies. Still hilarious. Lots more "people" are DEAD. Fantastic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BTW - my trip to TO was less than exciting after Friday's near arrests. The rest involved sushi, relaxing, a trip to a VERY crowded mall, a bad movie (movie review to follow below), and the LONGEST traffic-filled trip home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was able to create a post around a picture - thanks Selin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115759641273408908?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115759641273408908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115759641273408908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115759641273408908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115759641273408908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/09/special-k-challenge-anyone.html' title='Special K Challenge Anyone?'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115723561601503026</id><published>2006-09-02T18:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T18:33:49.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost got someone arrested!</title><content type='html'>Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone calls your friend's sister's house for you and they say they are the police, you should probably listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, after dinner, Dave's friend Mike jumped into the backseat, knocked me over and proceeded to pretty much hump me while I was concerned about my pizza being squashed. After we dropped him off, Dave noticed that an SUV was following us. After a while, it stopped and turned onto another street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave dropped me off and about 10 minutes later the phone rang. It was for me. The man claimed to be a police officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started to get very serious. He asked me if I had just been assaulted in the backseat of a dark coloured Honda Civic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l laughed some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that I should stop laughing because he was about to arrest Dave's friend for assault. Apparently the woman in the SUV "saw a woman being assaulted in the backseat of a Civic. She was being kneed in the head." The officer put Mike on the phone and he said "listen tamara, it's not a joke. please tell the officer that i wasn't assaulting you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the officer to please hold, my cell was ringing. It was Dave. I gave it to Abby. Abby said "Dave it's a little late for jokes." he said "No joke Abby, the cops are at my place too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told the police officer that no one was assaulting me , or had assaulted me, and that it was all jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby's sister finished off the conversation with the police officer and thanked him very much for responding to the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought it was a joke. I swear it just seemed to outrageous to be true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one got arrested, and everyone went home happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Toronto police respond to situations very quickly. Kudos to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115723561601503026?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115723561601503026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115723561601503026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115723561601503026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115723561601503026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-almost-got-someone-arrested_02.html' title='I almost got someone arrested!'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115712396202965103</id><published>2006-09-01T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T12:03:09.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I have a crush on Al Gore</title><content type='html'>Last night while I was cleaning, cooking and packing, I decided to watch the MTV VMA's LIVE for the first time. What a rip off! I was hoping for some scandal... some badly dressed/slutty women... and some awesome performances. Instead, I was horrified by Jack Black's lack of funny (the only time I really laughed was when Justin Timberlake showed him the furniture he was building, and when the little cutie from &lt;em&gt;Little Miss Sunshine&lt;/em&gt; took the stage and did a little dance with Fergie). What shocked me the most was Al Gore's interlude. I really want to see his movie. I do. The other night on ABC that had a show about the END OF THE WORLD. It scared me shitless right before bed, but it was all true, and really insightful (aside from the part where they talked about it being the US's duty to get everyone together in saving the planet... weird). We are killing the planet, and according to Stephen Hawkings, things could get bad in as little as 50 years. Dudes - I'll still be alive then!!! I'm tempted to go buy special bags for my groceries, and buy a hybrid car. Why was the electric car killed?? Now there's another movie I need to see so that I can think of other conspiracy theories. None of this is good for me, and only causes me to have nightmares. The nightmare I had last night had me wake up yelling "who's there???" because I thought there were people dancing into my room.... I think I hallucinate at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside, thank you Val for the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on Chapter 17 of the book now - still funny. It's the first time I've ever broken a spine while reading a book - I'm just that into it. Ah, being into something... I'm into a book. That's my fun and exciting life for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that my comedic cabaret will definitely have a choose your own adventure ending and then audience will get to cheer and the loudest cheer is the ended we do. That entertains me, and I feel will add a certain &lt;em&gt;je ne sais quoi&lt;/em&gt; to the show. Plus, you could literally come see the show twice and see two different shows. The best part is when the devil blows up - I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to Al Gore... he's an incredibly charismatic speaker - in my opinion - and even though his speech really had no place there, and didn't fit, he was certainly hitting his target demographoic for his message. Essentially he admits that our parents screwed everything up for us and now its in our hands to fix it or our children will have nowhere to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed some pretty disturbing images of places that used to be covered in ice up to as little as 20 years ago, which now look like tropical paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following information was taken from the movie's website (go visit for fun):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.climatecrisis.net"&gt;http://www.climatecrisis.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We’re already seeing changes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Glaciers are melting, plants and animals are being forced from their habitat, and the number of severe storms and droughts is increasing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The number of Category 4 and 5 hurricanes has almost doubled in the last 30 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Malaria has spread to higher altitudes in places like the Colombian Andes, 7,000 feet above sea level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The flow of ice from glaciers in Greenland has more than doubled over the past decade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At least 279 species of plants and animals are already responding to global warming, moving closer to the poles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If the warming continues, we can expect catastrophic consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Deaths from global warming will double in just 25 years -- to 300,000 people a year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Global sea levels could rise by more than 20 feet with the loss of shelf ice in Greenland and Antarctica, devastating coastal areas worldwide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Heat waves will be more frequent and more intense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Droughts and wildfires will occur more often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Arctic Ocean could be ice free in summer by 2050. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More than a million species worldwide could be driven to extinction by 2050.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Now - my goal is obviously not to scare anyone, but carbon monoxide is trapping the heat on Earth instead of letting it escape and we're all going to be obliterated... Forget terrorism - Al Gore thinks this situation is WAY more serious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And on a bright note, in 2 hours I am out of here and off to the wonderful land of Tdot! Yay!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Are we there yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115712396202965103?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115712396202965103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115712396202965103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115712396202965103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115712396202965103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-i-have-crush-on-al-gore.html' title='I think I have a crush on Al Gore'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115697143073091320</id><published>2006-08-30T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T16:58:23.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My pants almost fit</title><content type='html'>This morning, the weather forecast was not so warm. I decided to break out a pair of fall/winter pants. As I pulled them off the hanger, I said a slow prayer to myself hoping that they would fit. "Dear G-d - I promise I will work out more if you just please please please please please let these pants fit me today." and they did. But as the day has gone on, I find myself more and more uncomfortable in these pants. I also have a bit of a belly hanging over them! Holy shit people (and by people I really mean my loyal fans Dave and Selin)! I have a belly! It's official... Call Maury, I am going to be need someone to cut open my patio doors and airlift me to a nearby hospital where I will have gastric bypass surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just checked the weather forecast for the weekend. TO looks pretty good to me, alternating between sun &amp;amp; rain with temperatures in the mid-teens low 20's. Where did summer go? I didn't spend nearly enough time outside... I spent a total of 2 days in a bathing suit (which btw is still MIA - ALL I WANT IS MY BATHING SUIT BACK!! I AM WILLING TO PAY A RANSOM FOR IT)... And my hair got lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs to see the movie "Little Miss Sunshine." In fact, I think I need to see it again because it put me in the most fantastic mood that I've been in in a long time (ok, maybe the company had something to do with it, but I like to believe it was all about the movie). Made me laugh until I thought I would piss myself. Now that would have been embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - I am on chapter 13 of "The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocolypse. The suggestion I got was not a lie - this is so far the funniest book I have ever read. So funny that I am having a difficult time taking it seriously. I'm following a teady bear and a 13 year old on a murder mystery to solve the serial killings of humpty dumpty, little boy blue and g-d knows who else will die before this book is over. I can't wait to get home and read it tonight. This is a book for adults - not children... It's got booze, and sex (yes talking teady bears have sex too...), and innapropriate language... Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Val would send me pics from her bday this weekend... There seemed to be some pretty nice ones... But she's lazy. Poop on her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115697143073091320?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115697143073091320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115697143073091320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115697143073091320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115697143073091320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-pants-almost-fit.html' title='My pants almost fit'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115688599181056323</id><published>2006-08-29T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T17:13:21.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My brain is mush</title><content type='html'>I had a lot of things on my mind today... I've been having trouble keeping them organized and have decided that I must have a little bit of adult ADD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I thought about today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to buy Kinky Freidman's old albums from when he was with his band the "Texas Jewboys"&lt;br /&gt;2. Maclean's magazine actually has some interesting articles in it (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;3. I really want to go home (this has been my thought since I left my house at 7:45am)&lt;br /&gt;4. I am hungry&lt;br /&gt;5. I think guys suck today&lt;br /&gt;6. I actually have a lot of work to do, but am having trouble getting my shit together&lt;br /&gt;7. Is it Friday yet? I want to leave and drive to TO already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115688599181056323?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115688599181056323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115688599181056323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115688599181056323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115688599181056323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-brain-is-mush.html' title='My brain is mush'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115677531886685450</id><published>2006-08-28T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T10:51:48.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking book suggestions from a boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0575074019.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0575074019.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I found myself in a heavy book discussion with a guy I had just met. Now, I love to read, and will generally give anything a try but I found myself in Chapters yesterday confused. I used to work there, and know the place inside out, but I ventured into unchartered female territory. The sci-fi and fantasy section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up two books from this stranger's recommendations. One about a wizard who is also a police detective, and one about Toy City where all the fairy tale characters are slowly being murdered by a serial killer. I started to read one last night and it is hilarious. Don't tell anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad wants to borrow them when I am finished (of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - I would like to point out that last weekend I had two dates, and this weekend I saw two ex boyfriends. Poop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115677531886685450?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115677531886685450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115677531886685450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115677531886685450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115677531886685450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/08/taking-book-suggestions-from-boy.html' title='Taking book suggestions from a boy'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115651574990354347</id><published>2006-08-25T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T10:22:29.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I bought condoms for my little brother at Costco</title><content type='html'>Yes - you are reading correctly. I bought my 20 year old brother condoms. At Costco. And my parents were with me. Silly kid - too shy to buy them himself. I tried to explain that if he was old enough to have sex, he was old enough to buy condoms. Can you imagine "Hey baby - I got 3 boxes at Costco... My big sister picked them up for us." I would &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; be impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened as we were walking up a food aisle munching on sausage samples. He said "Can you buy me condoms?" I said "what?" he said "condoms. I'm too shy to buy them myself. Just tell mom and dad they're for you." BUT I'M NOT HAVING SEX WITH ANYONE!! Isn't it a little suspicious... "Hey mom and dad - I'm just going to toss this multi-pack of condoms into the cart just in case I start having crazy sex in the near future." right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother left Costco to go meet his girlfriend leaving me alone with the rents and the task of buying condoms inconspicuously... I said to my mom "so... How's Corey doing with Becky??" "Good... I can't believe it's been three months already." "Wow..." "Ya, she seems like a really nice girl..." "Ya - so have you guys had a talk with him at all?" "A talk?" "Ya... you know a talk." "Larry - come over here..." oops... not where i intended that to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a very long - but funny story short. We bought the condoms for my brother. My mom knew they weren't for me... My friend Simon came over. I couldn't resist telling him the story. I left a note taped to the boxes that read "Hey dude - have fun &amp; be safe! Love Tamara &amp;amp; Simon (and mom and dad)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! What a night... until Simon and I realized my baby brother is having more sex than both of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115651574990354347?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115651574990354347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115651574990354347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115651574990354347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115651574990354347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-bought-condoms-for-my-little-brother.html' title='I bought condoms for my little brother at Costco'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115645590241409341</id><published>2006-08-24T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T17:47:21.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting a picture on this blog is a pain in my ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/1600/Picture%20060.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/1600/Picture%20060.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to figure out how to post a picture in my profile section. I'm not having an easy time with it. There are so many more interesting things I want to write about, but here I am whining about my lack of tech knowledge when I usually consider myself to be quite tech savvy. If only this were an Excel spreadsheet. I'd be ok in no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - So I have uploaded a photo and will go to the next step. Please wish me luck! If you see something as my profile photo, we will all know that this was a huge success. Otherwise, I'm an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it!!! It works!!! Now all I need is to figure out how to do it from my Flickr photos... Now there's a new project...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115645590241409341?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115645590241409341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115645590241409341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115645590241409341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115645590241409341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/08/putting-picture-on-this-blog-is-pain.html' title='Putting a picture on this blog is a pain in my ass'/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830588.post-115049901930617117</id><published>2006-06-16T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T19:04:30.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/1600/Copy%20of%20Picture%20008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/400/Copy%20of%20Picture%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That right there is a fabulous picture from last night's Pilate concert. Sometimes I feel strange listening to music that I was introduced to by an ex, but for some reason Pilate doesn't bug me. I think it's because I would have liked them had I found them on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29830588-115049901930617117?l=tbombmontreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/feeds/115049901930617117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29830588&amp;postID=115049901930617117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115049901930617117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29830588/posts/default/115049901930617117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbombmontreal.blogspot.com/2006/06/that-right-there-is-fabulous-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Tbomb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16692057199183533045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/510/3188/200/Picture%20060.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
