<?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-8251487</id><updated>2012-02-13T20:00:39.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little sumthin, sumthin about moi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wendy Staley Einhorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8KEjdqt4CH0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/9tiK3Xf0YNQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251487.post-5145703485190804629</id><published>2007-01-28T17:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T17:14:28.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme's rock my world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px; background-color:#CCCCCC; border-width:2px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid; padding:8px;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="7"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#336666; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#339999; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#00CCCC; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#00FFFF; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial; font-size:20px; font-weight:bold; color:#339999;"&gt;AQUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="font-family:verdana,arial; font-size:10px;color:#000000;"&gt;You enjoy life, humor, and being exuberant. Wherever you go you usually find yourself stealing the spotlight without even trying. You love to let go and have fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizmeme.com/color/" target="_blank" style="font-family:verdana,arial; font-size:9px; text-decoration:none; color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out your color at QuizMeme.com!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251487-5145703485190804629?l=sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5145703485190804629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251487&amp;postID=5145703485190804629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251487/posts/default/5145703485190804629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251487/posts/default/5145703485190804629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com/2007/01/memes-rock-my-world.html' title='Meme&apos;s rock my world'/><author><name>Wendy Staley Einhorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8KEjdqt4CH0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/9tiK3Xf0YNQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251487.post-113900293216668076</id><published>2006-02-03T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T16:42:12.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more crap about me you probably don't care about</title><content type='html'>Swiped from &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/carriebarn"&gt;my darling little sister&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My favorite movie: Gone With The Wind&lt;br /&gt;2. Never in my life have I: Jumped out of an airplane&lt;br /&gt;3. The one person who can drive me nuts, but then can always make me smile: My darling little sister...yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;4. High School is: Something I would never go back to for a million bajillion dollars.&lt;br /&gt;5. When I'm nervous: I giggle too much and I pace.&lt;br /&gt;6. The last time I cried was: 8 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;7. If I were to get married right now, my bridesmaids/groomsmen would be: No one. If I have take that large blow to the head and get married, I'm jetting off for Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;8. My hair: Annoys the living crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;9. My feet are: Fat.&lt;br /&gt;10. When I was 5: I was living the good life B.C. (Before Carrie).&lt;br /&gt;11. Last Christmas I: spent the day with my mom, sister, her bad dog and the rest of my crazy family.&lt;br /&gt;12. When I turn my head left, I see: Pictures of my trip to Killington last year.&lt;br /&gt;13. When I turn my head right, I see: Random pieces of paper stuck to my cubicle wall.&lt;br /&gt;14. When I look down I see: My keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;15. The craziest recent event was: The return of my room mate's Stupid Girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;16. If I was a character on 'Friends' I'd be: Janice.&lt;br /&gt;17. By this time next year: I'll probably be sitting here, posting another boring blog.&lt;br /&gt;19. I have a hard time understanding: Men.&lt;br /&gt;20. One time at a family gathering: I locked myself in the bathroom at my grandmother's and couldn't get out.&lt;br /&gt;21. You know I "like" you if: I want to spend a lot of time with you and I blush...a lot.&lt;br /&gt;22. If I won an award, the first person(people) I'd thank is: My family.&lt;br /&gt;23. Take my advice: Live your life to its fullest, you only get one shot and it's not worth it to have any regrets.&lt;br /&gt;24. My ideal breakfast is: Denny's All American Slam&lt;br /&gt;25. If you visit my hometown: Visit Harley Davidson then make sure you take a trip around downtown. It's full of history.&lt;br /&gt;26. Where do you plan to visit anytime soon: Killington, Vt.&lt;br /&gt;27. If you spend the night at my house: You'll be sleeping with the dog on the pull out couch.&lt;br /&gt;28. I'd stop my wedding if: He turned out to be a woman.&lt;br /&gt;29. The world could do without: Republicans.&lt;br /&gt;30. I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: Go without chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;31. A recent thing you've bought yourself: A Powerball ticket.&lt;br /&gt;32. A recent thing someone else bought you: A cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;33. My favorite blonde is: Anne&lt;br /&gt;34. My favorite brunette is: My sister&lt;br /&gt;35. My favorite red head is: Carrott top...just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;36. And by the way: Your fly is down.&lt;br /&gt;37. The last time I was high: Pleading the 5th on this one.&lt;br /&gt;38. The animal I would like to see flying besides birds is a: cow&lt;br /&gt;39. I shouldn't have been: so much of a party animal in college and paid attention to my studies.&lt;br /&gt;40. Once, at a bar/club: I did so many shots of Jack Daniels I puked and passed out in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;41. Last night: I watched the Thursday night NBC shows then met Grant out for coffee after he got off work.&lt;br /&gt;42. There's this girl I know who: I admire immensely because she knows what she wants and she goes after it with reckless abandon&lt;br /&gt;.43. This guy I know: Who needs to get laid.&lt;br /&gt;44. A better name for me would be: Princess&lt;br /&gt;45. If I ever go back to school I'll: be a journalism major.&lt;br /&gt;46. My birthday is in this many days: You stop counting after you turn 30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251487-113900293216668076?l=sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113900293216668076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251487&amp;postID=113900293216668076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251487/posts/default/113900293216668076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251487/posts/default/113900293216668076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-more-crap-about-me-you-probably.html' title='Some more crap about me you probably don&apos;t care about'/><author><name>Wendy Staley Einhorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8KEjdqt4CH0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/9tiK3Xf0YNQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251487.post-111739518457729108</id><published>2005-05-29T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T15:33:04.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case you were wondering...</title><content type='html'>I stumbled across this meme over at &lt;a href="http://www.snappyhour.com"&gt;Snappyhour&lt;/a&gt;, which was swiped from &lt;a href="http://www.voxnoxi.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Age you lost your virginity? - 17&lt;br /&gt;B - Band listening to right now? - At this moment, Oasis (via &lt;a href="http://www.virginraidio.co.uk"&gt;virginradio.com)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Dream car? - Nissan Xterra. The thought of being in so high up makes me feel powerful. When you're only 4'11" you need all the help you can get.&lt;br /&gt;D - Dad’s name? - Mike&lt;br /&gt;E - Easiest person to make me laugh? - All of my friends. That's why I count them all as friends, the ability to make me laugh is a highly rated quality in people for me.&lt;br /&gt;F - Food you miss most? - Grasshopper Pie Ice Cream. Served in the college dining halls, I haven't seen it since.&lt;br /&gt;G - Any encounters with ghosts? - Yep. I firmly believe I've spoken to not only my grandfather but my dear friend Kevin through my dreams. Numerous times.&lt;br /&gt;H - Person most hated at the moment? - Don't really &lt;em&gt;hate &lt;/em&gt;anyone. Dislike? The list is too long.&lt;br /&gt;I - Interesting unknown fact about yourself? - As much as I say I don't want to, if the right guy came along I wouldn't mind the M word (marriage, that is).&lt;br /&gt;J - The first letter of the last person who broke your heart? - P&lt;br /&gt;K - Kissing with eyes opened or closed? - Closed. Sometimes I peek though.&lt;br /&gt;L - Last time you did LSD? - Never.&lt;br /&gt;M - Most memorable moment you can think of in a minute? - Trip to Ireland 3 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;N - Nicknames? - Spud, Yip and Princess.&lt;br /&gt;O - What’s the most valued possession? - Pearl earrings my grandmother gave me for my high school graduation, an old wind up watch inherited from my great-grandmother and pictures of my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;P - Poison of choice? - Cheese. Love the stuff. Shouldn't eat it because of the kidney stones but just can't contain myself.&lt;br /&gt;Q - The last quote you heard: - "We're having a tatoo party if you want to stop by later."&lt;br /&gt;R - What are you allergic to? - pork, pollen and fresh cut grass.&lt;br /&gt;S - Song you sang last? - Franz Ferdinand, Take me out.&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you woke up? - Around 10:30ish a.m.&lt;br /&gt;U - Fav. pair of underwear? - As much as I hate to admit it, my granny panties. So comfortable and forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you hate most? - Brussel sprouts. Blech.&lt;br /&gt;W - What are you the most afraid of? - Spending the rest of my life withouth someone who loves me..&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rated love life? - Ahem, not lately.&lt;br /&gt;Y - Year you were born? - 1975&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac sign? - Saggitarius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251487-111739518457729108?l=sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/111739518457729108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251487&amp;postID=111739518457729108' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251487/posts/default/111739518457729108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251487/posts/default/111739518457729108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-in-case-you-were-wondering.html' title='Just in case you were wondering...'/><author><name>Wendy Staley Einhorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8KEjdqt4CH0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/9tiK3Xf0YNQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251487.post-109703049537208784</id><published>2004-10-05T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T22:41:35.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the next round</title><content type='html'>51. I'm a complete sucker for the old classic movies.&lt;br /&gt;52. Sometimes I sing at the top of my lungs when I'm in the car alone.&lt;br /&gt;53. Secretly I have planned out exactly how I would spend the Powerball Jackpot. Just in case.&lt;br /&gt;54. I still count down the days until my birthday (55 as of today)&lt;br /&gt;55. Just like a bad penny I tend to go back into dating circulation about every two months.&lt;br /&gt;56. In the past five years I've had two kidney stone attacks.&lt;br /&gt;57. It is my humble opinion that the Orioles will someday be the World Series Champs.&lt;br /&gt;58. I tried pot once. Wasn't that impressed by it.&lt;br /&gt;59. Sometimes I smoke ciggies when I can't handle the stress.&lt;br /&gt;60. I'm trying to stop smoking the ciggies when I can't handle stress.&lt;br /&gt;61. My favorite place will always be Sam Lewis State Park.&lt;br /&gt;62. My friends are some of the best people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;63. Despite our differences, I really do love my sister and miss her.&lt;br /&gt;64. Every year on Oct. 5 &amp; Nov. 5 I put two roses on the grave of my friend Kevin, who died in a car accident in 1996. He was two months shy of graduating from college and one month shy of his birthday when he died.&lt;br /&gt;65. I've vowed that if I ever have a little boy he will be named after my dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;66. Cold, crisp nights are my favorite kind of nights.&lt;br /&gt;67. I love apple cider. Especially the instant kind you can only buy th is time of the year at Giant.&lt;br /&gt;68. I spend way more time writing on my blog than my actualy diary.&lt;br /&gt;69. I'm trying to write more in my diary.&lt;br /&gt;70. Even though I'm not doing anything remotely related to my major, I wouldn't trade my time in college for anything.&lt;br /&gt;71. If I wasn't too old I'd try out for &lt;em&gt;The Real World&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251487-109703049537208784?l=sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109703049537208784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251487&amp;postID=109703049537208784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251487/posts/default/109703049537208784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251487/posts/default/109703049537208784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-next-round.html' title='And the next round'/><author><name>Wendy Staley Einhorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8KEjdqt4CH0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/9tiK3Xf0YNQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251487.post-109519071610086152</id><published>2004-09-14T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:38:36.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More things about me</title><content type='html'>41. I'll try almost anything at least once.&lt;br /&gt;42. The first album I bought was Druan Duran's &lt;em&gt;Hungry Like the Wolf. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. I still like Duran Duran.&lt;br /&gt;44. Boston is my all time favorite city.&lt;br /&gt;45. If I won the lottery tomorrow, I would pack up some clothes and essentials and take off with a one way ticket to Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;46. I still hold some small thread of hope that love is not a four letter word.&lt;br /&gt;47. Sometimes I talk too much.&lt;br /&gt;48. I have a very bad tendency to put other's needs and wants ahead of mine.&lt;br /&gt;49. When I was in the fourth grade I ran into a brick wall while playing tag and still have the dent in my forehead to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;50. The sound of rain against my window is the best lullaby I can hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251487-109519071610086152?l=sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109519071610086152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251487&amp;postID=109519071610086152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251487/posts/default/109519071610086152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251487/posts/default/109519071610086152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com/2004/09/more-things-about-me.html' title='More things about me'/><author><name>Wendy Staley Einhorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8KEjdqt4CH0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/9tiK3Xf0YNQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251487.post-109504732637847178</id><published>2004-09-12T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T23:49:36.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>12 things that make me happy</title><content type='html'>1. My dog, Wojo&lt;br /&gt;2. Seeing my friends after a long time apart&lt;br /&gt;3. A bright blue sky with big puffy clouds&lt;br /&gt;4. Campfires at my friend Deb's dad's house&lt;br /&gt;5. Cherry Garcia ice cream&lt;br /&gt;6. Finding out the shoes I've been coveting are now on sale&lt;br /&gt;7. A big hug&lt;br /&gt;8. Praise from the people I wait on at the Lobster&lt;br /&gt;9. Spending a day at &lt;a href="http://www.dcnr.state.pa.us/stateparks/parks/samuelslewis.aspx"&gt;my favorite place&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Taking a road trip with no definite destination in mind&lt;br /&gt;11. A long kiss that makes my knees buckle&lt;br /&gt;12. Pint of Smithwick's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251487-109504732637847178?l=sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109504732637847178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251487&amp;postID=109504732637847178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251487/posts/default/109504732637847178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251487/posts/default/109504732637847178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com/2004/09/12-things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='12 things that make me happy'/><author><name>Wendy Staley Einhorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8KEjdqt4CH0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/9tiK3Xf0YNQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251487.post-109493972780611748</id><published>2004-09-11T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T17:55:27.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five ways I've been dumped</title><content type='html'>Again in no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "You can't seperate the physical from the emotional."&lt;br /&gt;2. Total dropping of all communication. No phone calls. No emails. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;3. By text message.&lt;br /&gt;4. Through a friend of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;5. "We're really just better off as friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251487-109493972780611748?l=sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109493972780611748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251487&amp;postID=109493972780611748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251487/posts/default/109493972780611748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251487/posts/default/109493972780611748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com/2004/09/five-ways-ive-been-dumped.html' title='Five ways I&apos;ve been dumped'/><author><name>Wendy Staley Einhorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8KEjdqt4CH0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/9tiK3Xf0YNQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251487.post-109467564372413310</id><published>2004-09-08T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:32:31.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go, in no particular order....</title><content type='html'>All right folks, at the request of someone named James who stopped by &lt;a href="http://agategoddess.blogspot.com"&gt;the main page&lt;/a&gt; a few weeks ago, here's a little list of things about me. I'm not going to limit the number and things will be added or removed as I see fit, because, well, it's my blog and I want it that way damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you ever wanted to know, but were too afraid to ask about the one, the only, Agategoddess:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a Saggitarius&lt;br /&gt;2. I started kindergarten when I was four because the cut off for the school district I started in was after my 5th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;3. Blue is my favorite color.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm slowly becoming partial to pink.&lt;br /&gt;5. At one point my shoe collection rivaled Imelda Marcos'.&lt;br /&gt;6. I've lived in South Central Pennsylvania most of my life. And I'm not proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;7. Travelling is a passion. When I have the money.&lt;br /&gt;8. If I could go back and do it again I'd change my college major to comm/journ.&lt;br /&gt;9. I graduated from college in 1997 with my B.A. in History, minor in Govt.&lt;br /&gt;10. My little sister is 21 and married.&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm 28 and not.&lt;br /&gt;12. When I get bored with my appearance I change my hair. For the time being I'm blond.&lt;br /&gt;13. Since I have been able to vote I've participated in every primary and general election.&lt;br /&gt;14. I've been a registered Democrat for almost all of my voting history.&lt;br /&gt;15. All time favorit movie, Gone with the Wind. Close second is a tie, &lt;em&gt;Monty Python's Search for the Holy Grail&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Life of Brian&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;16. I play ice hockey on an all women's team.&lt;br /&gt;17. This past spring I ran in my first 5k race. I finished in 36:18 and I'm proud of that fact.&lt;br /&gt;18. Bethany Beach, Del. is my favorite place to vacation domestically.&lt;br /&gt;19. My trip to Ireland two years ago was the most exciting moment of my life. I still talk about much to the consternation of my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;20. I've got three tatoos. The first was the red fish from Dr. Seuss's &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0394800133/002-1843867-6956028?v=glance"&gt;One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, second was a Celtic knot on my left ankle that means eternal life and last was a daisy on my right chestal area.&lt;br /&gt;21. I've tried internet dating. It didn't go so well.&lt;br /&gt;22. Currently I'm dating (I guess that's what you'd call it) a very sweet, very cool, very nice guy who unfortunately lives in a different town about 45 minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;23. We don't see each other as much as I'd like.&lt;br /&gt;24. I'm still very close friends with all of my high school friends.&lt;br /&gt;25. I miss &lt;a href="http://www.ydr.com"&gt;my last job&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;26. Sometimes I let my imagination get ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;27. Sometimes I'm way too competative for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;28. I'd like to take a trip to Wales, where my great-great-grandmother was from.&lt;br /&gt;29. My extended family is very large and very Irish. I see them more than I really want to.&lt;br /&gt;30. Chicken with carrots, potatoes, onions and biscuits on top is my all time favorite meal.&lt;br /&gt;31. I would rather spend my time at a baseball game, wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a beer in my hand than be dressed to the nines in an evening dress at some fancy function.&lt;br /&gt;32. There are a few things I've done in my life that I deeply regret.&lt;br /&gt;33. There are a few things I &lt;em&gt;haven't&lt;/em&gt; done in my life that I deeply regret.&lt;br /&gt;34. I didn't go to my senior prom.&lt;br /&gt;35. Someday I'd like to live in another state. Even if it's only for a few years.&lt;br /&gt;36. My favorite ice cream flavor is Mint Chocolate Chip.&lt;br /&gt;37. I played soccer from the age of 7 through college.&lt;br /&gt;38. My alcohol tolerance has gone waaayyyy down since I graduated from college.&lt;br /&gt;39. I didn't try my first alcoholic drink until I was a freshman in college.&lt;br /&gt;40. U2 is the world's best band. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251487-109467564372413310?l=sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/109467564372413310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251487&amp;postID=109467564372413310' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251487/posts/default/109467564372413310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251487/posts/default/109467564372413310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumthinaboutmoi.blogspot.com/2004/09/here-we-go-in-no-particular-order.html' title='Here we go, in no particular order....'/><author><name>Wendy Staley Einhorn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8KEjdqt4CH0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/9tiK3Xf0YNQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
