<?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-3317834</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:13:46.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Old Bag</title><subtitle type='html'>My ramblings and thoughts of life as a single woman in Chicago as I turn 33!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>207</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-115224094555815644</id><published>2006-07-06T21:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T21:55:45.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOOHEE!My Internet connection is working. Must type fast. It's been giving me the boot a lot latley.Seems I never post here anymore. If you just must read my insane ramblings check out my MySpace Blog. The added bonus is you can then view my AWESOME MySpace profile page.I have like 38 friends or something. I'm SO COOL!!Yes, I've finally given in and started a MySpace. Hey, all the kids are doing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/115224094555815644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/115224094555815644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115224094555815644' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-115224091793447862</id><published>2006-07-06T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T21:55:20.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOOHEE!My Internet connection is working. Must type fast. It's been giving me the boot a lot latley.Seems I never post here anymore. If you just must read my insane ramblings check out my MySpace Blog. The added bonus is you can then view my AWESOME MySpace profile page.I have like 38 friends or something. I'm SO COOL!!Yes, I've finally given in and strated a MySpace. Hey, all the kids are doing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/115224091793447862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/115224091793447862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115224091793447862' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-113907150920718044</id><published>2006-02-04T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T10:45:09.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was on TLC's "What Not to Wear"! Can you fucking stand it? So much has happened since I went to NYC to tape the show:I got a promotion at work. I am now the Business Manager for the Chicago Sister Cities International Program with the City of Chicago's Department of Cultural Affairs.I'm also being groomed for a bigger and better position...it'll happen after the election, of course, but it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/113907150920718044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/113907150920718044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113907150920718044' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-112286512596504381</id><published>2005-07-31T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T18:16:41.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holy fucking shit...things with FC are over over... the drama involved was unreal. I'm doing OK with the whole situation. I have my moments of overwhelming saddness and moments of comsuming anger, but over all I'm handeling it pretty well I think.I met a new guy, JfT, at a party 3 weeks ago. He's a friend of a friend. He's cute and kind and smart and funny and I'm really starting to dig him.We're</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/112286512596504381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/112286512596504381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112286512596504381' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-111578441769547506</id><published>2005-05-10T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:09:56.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vin·dic·tive:1.Disposed to seek revenge; revengeful.2.Marked by or resulting from a desire to hurt; spiteful.pet·ty1. Lesser; minor.smarm·y:1. Hypocritically, complacently, or effusively earnest; unctuous.( unctuous: 1- Characterized by affected, exaggerated, or insincere earnestness. 2- Having the quality or characteristics of oil or ointment; slippery. 3 - Containing or composed of oil or fat.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/111578441769547506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/111578441769547506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111578441769547506' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-111522358482332739</id><published>2005-05-04T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T22:53:09.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I crashed my beautiful Hawk on Sunday.Broke my right wrist. Fucked up all the soft tissue in my right knee. 2 fingers on my right hand got eaten up by the road. Everything on me hurts. Yesterday my shoulder, the right one in particular started to really hurt. Can't raise my right arm very high without being in real pain. My ribs hurt. My neck hurts. My right hip hurts...yeah, went too wide in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/111522358482332739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/111522358482332739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111522358482332739' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-111385946886506555</id><published>2005-04-18T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T16:25:27.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEEHEE!!I love my new bike! I can’t even take it. It’s too fucking awesome for words.It actually GOES and STOPS!And the sound – OH MY GOD – the sound make me shiver – all grunty and thumpy and fucking cool as fuck.Saturday (04/23) SuperJen and I are goin on a bike trip. Kickstands up at 8am and off we go.Hawks a-blazing…KREEYAAAW!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/111385946886506555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/111385946886506555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111385946886506555' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-111300658642156729</id><published>2005-04-08T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T19:29:46.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me and SuperJen are gonna be on the radio Sunday! http://www.openroadradio.com/  on WCKG http://www.wckg.com/HEEHEE!!We're gonna be total dorks, but whatever.AND Discovery Channel is gonna be there filming!OMG!MegaStar!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/111300658642156729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/111300658642156729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111300658642156729' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-111207202975756055</id><published>2005-03-28T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T22:53:49.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got my new bike! You can see the MegaHawk and Baby-Grrrl here.One more day until I turn 33.holy fucking shit33ha. I still act and feel like I'm 18. whatever.I'm throwing myself a party. I figure if I sit around waiting for somebody else to do it it'll never happen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/111207202975756055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/111207202975756055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111207202975756055' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-111172162509044860</id><published>2005-03-24T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T21:33:45.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm picking up my new motorcycle on Sunday! heehee! I'm so excited. She's a 1988 Honda Hawk GT (NT650)...I'm gonna call her MegaHawk and I'm gonna kill everyone on it. (not be confused with JB's SuperHawk - different bike all together)My Baby-Grrrl is being all pissy. She must know that the new bike is coming. So jelous.The new job is OK. The only exciting thing about it is the prospect of going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/111172162509044860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/111172162509044860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111172162509044860' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-111126055295769801</id><published>2005-03-19T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T13:29:30.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So much has happened since December.Some good, some bad...I have been able to keep on track with my goal of drinking everyday for a year. I started the weekend before Thanksgiving and have had at least one drink everyday since.Goals are good.no?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/111126055295769801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/111126055295769801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111126055295769801' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-110444541821494465</id><published>2004-12-30T16:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T16:23:38.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The P's had our dog Hexa put to sleep today. She was a 12 year old German Shepard. She was a very good girl and a very dear friend to my whole family over the years. Below is part of an email my father sent to us:Hexa RememberI recall one night a deeply drunken man, without warning, threw open the front door and burst into the middle of the room with a song and shout on his lips. I jumped up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/110444541821494465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/110444541821494465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110444541821494465' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-110235843650756884</id><published>2004-12-06T13:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T12:40:36.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm moved! I'm out of The Dungeon. It's cool, but scary. I was a bit freaked out at first, but I'm feeling better about the whole things now that MM has moved in and we're organizing things and whatnot.Now I really really need a real job! I've been sending out my resume again. This is the worst time fo year to look for work. Things here are all up in the air and who the fuck knows what's going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/110235843650756884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/110235843650756884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110235843650756884' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-110062962245519775</id><published>2004-11-16T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T12:27:02.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ya ever get a bikini wax? Got my first and probably last one.  Holy shit! That sucked.And what does FC say about? "Oh...is this the new 'do? I'm happy with a shave and a haircut." jerk</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/110062962245519775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/110062962245519775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110062962245519775' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-110044853052927363</id><published>2004-11-14T09:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T12:24:49.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I. Am. Moving. Out. Of. The. Dungeon!!!!At the end of the month I'm movong into a small 2 bedroom apaprtment with my friend MM! It's in Logan Square and it's gonna be cool.I'm excited and looking forward to this, but at the same time I'm a bit scared. I mean, when I moved in with FC he never asked for $ for rent so I just paid all the utilities and bought all the groceries and did all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/110044853052927363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/110044853052927363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110044853052927363' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-110029841315504152</id><published>2004-11-12T16:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T16:26:53.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From my desk I can see a car graveyard. In the afternoons, when I don't have my glasses on, all the chrome and paint glimmers golden.Then a truck/fortlift thing comes along and scoops up a car and brings it to the crusher.It's sad.you know that for a certain amount of time someobdy somewhere loved these cars with all their being. Poured money, time and attention into them...only to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/110029841315504152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/110029841315504152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110029841315504152' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-109995223597357877</id><published>2004-11-08T18:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T16:17:15.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things with FC are going very, very well. Almost too well. We had a really amazing weekend.He rocks my world.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109995223597357877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109995223597357877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109995223597357877' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-109959813142708170</id><published>2004-11-04T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T13:55:31.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I so have to get out of The Dungeon!!!Oh.My.God.I can't take it. I just can't. I hadn't realized how bad it was until I was away for almost 6 months. ACK!Things with FC are going better, at least as far as I can tell.Went to the UP over the weekend for a wedding. eh. It was a wedding.This election has made me sick. Four more years of bullshit.That's about all I got.pleh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109959813142708170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109959813142708170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109959813142708170' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-109875462041340665</id><published>2004-10-25T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T20:37:00.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back in The Dungeon (aka The P's basement). FC and I decided that if we want to stay together we can't live together. It was all just too much for him and he wasn't happy and so after some talk and me realizing that I am a SPACE INVADER we agreeded to go back to just dating and not living together.I'm a bit sad, but trying to remain optimistic, which for me is a HUGE challenge.BWB took me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109875462041340665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109875462041340665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109875462041340665' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-109768933909687217</id><published>2004-10-13T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T12:42:19.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so fat.I can't stop eating.What the fuck is wrong with me?I had a UTI over the weekend! *joy*Got my period today! *happiness*Riding weather is quickly vanishing. That makes me sad.Things with FC are the same. I feel a bit on edge - like he's gonna dump me at any moment.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109768933909687217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109768933909687217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109768933909687217' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-109709175241130483</id><published>2004-10-06T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T14:42:32.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man. My winter depression is setting in early this year. I've been fighting back tears all day. Of course I have a lot of bullshit weighing on my mind.Things with FC are at a very touchy place right now. He so unhappy with himself and his life and it's affecting our relationship. My "job" situation is even more unstable and uncertain. I'm still temping, but who knows for how long. I really feel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109709175241130483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109709175241130483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109709175241130483' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-109666660015267166</id><published>2004-10-01T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T16:36:40.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whatthe fuckI'd really like to know what I've done to soil my karma:I got into a FUCKING CAR ACCIDENT today!!!!This time at least it wasn't my fault. And it involved more than a stationary wall.After lunch I was making a left onto Western from a side street and some 85 year old man with his social security check burning a hole in his pants suddenly made Western a 3 lane street instead of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109666660015267166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109666660015267166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109666660015267166' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-109591076307352163</id><published>2004-09-22T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T13:16:12.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm now the "proud" owner of a '90 Chevy Corsica 4 door hatchback. Didn't know such a thing existed, did you? Yeah, neither did I.It's red. The interior is red. And plush. It smells like vinyl and anti-freeze. The breaks have rust on them so the squeak like a motherfucker. Hope that goes away soon. It's a 6 banger.shitI so had my hopes and dreams pinned on finding an El Camino or an early 70's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109591076307352163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109591076307352163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109591076307352163' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-109493318232330501</id><published>2004-09-11T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T15:06:22.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The sequel to "Briget Jone's Diary" is coming out.whoopdee-fuckin'-dooAnother movie celebrating how desperate woman are to get married. ugh.And another thing, I am so sick and tired of actresses being praised, honored and otherwise rewarded for gaining and losing weight for a role.Fuck off.I've gained and lost countless pounds over the years and I've never been touted as being "so brave</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109493318232330501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109493318232330501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109493318232330501' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-109465945046566735</id><published>2004-09-08T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T11:04:10.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last week a fellow ChiVinMoto dork, James, was killed on his motorcycle on his way to work. I saw him the night before he died and we all had a really good time over sushi on our "Japanese Bike Night".This traggic event inspired me to purchase a new helemt. Astral series, Star Flag Red.Only 8 days 'til TWALD.Only 2 more days in temp-hell then it's back to the drawing board for full-time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109465945046566735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109465945046566735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109465945046566735' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-109398675689995770</id><published>2004-08-31T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T16:12:36.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The insurance company totaled my car. They valued it at just over $6,000!! So, once they cut a check to Ford for the remaining balance on my loan and subtract my $500 deducatbel I'll be getting a check for around $3,100.Now I'm in the market for  used car in the $1,500 range. Holy shit. I feel like I'm moving backwards in my life rather than forward. I haven't purchased a used car since 1995. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109398675689995770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109398675689995770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109398675689995770' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-109362123561376425</id><published>2004-08-27T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T10:40:35.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>... yesterday after work I went and got my bike and left my car by FC's. I talked with him last night &amp; he suggested that since it looked like rain for today that maybe I should stop by before work and drop the bike &amp; get my car. This morning I looked at the weather site and it said 80% chance of rain and the radar shows a huge storm cell moving this way...I drop off the bike &amp; get my car before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109362123561376425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109362123561376425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109362123561376425' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-109336517776957108</id><published>2004-08-24T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T11:32:57.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know...it's been awhile.The bike trip was awesome - until I got home...FC freaked out on me and tried to break-up with me. I told him I didn't accept his break-up that I would just move out. Things have been pretty good since. I'm trying real hard to not be my usual psyco-self...this is really important to me and I really want this to work. It's hard to not be psyco because when I don't feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109336517776957108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109336517776957108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109336517776957108' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-109165237253976011</id><published>2004-08-04T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T15:46:12.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still unemployed. Still broke. Still bored.I am however going on a motorcycle road-trip this weekend with the ChiVinMoto crowd. My friend BB and his wife JB organized it. My sister and brother-in-law want me to go to Minnesota next weekend and baby-sit my nephews all-day Saturday. As payment my sister said they'd pay for my gas and what-not. Then the following weekend my brother MPW is getting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109165237253976011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109165237253976011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109165237253976011' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-109026013126718696</id><published>2004-07-19T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T13:02:11.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah...uh-huh...I'm unemployed. bored. broke. this is the summer of my discontent.i got nothinn. zip. zero. Things with FC are going really well. THANK GOD! At least something's going right.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109026013126718696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/109026013126718696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109026013126718696' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108983411892155116</id><published>2004-07-14T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T14:41:58.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's official. I'm UNEMPLOYED!ACK!!i am so fucking fuckedme thinks i'm gonna go drink heavily and then see if i can't accidentally kill myself in some spectacular fashion that will cause songs to be written and dreams to be given wing...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108983411892155116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108983411892155116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108983411892155116' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108871248202089441</id><published>2004-07-01T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T15:08:02.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My last day of work at Galewood is July 14. I've been frantically sending my resume out to anyplace that looks remotely interesting. So far I've gotten very little feed-back. Of course the 3 places that have responded are all on the NW side near my parents house. Normally this would rock, however, since I'm gonna be living at Chicago/Western full-time in the very near future, it's not so cool.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108871248202089441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108871248202089441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108871248202089441' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108791389093506419</id><published>2004-06-22T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T09:18:10.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so down in the dumps...I'm in HUGE financial trouble - it 'aint even funny. I'm sending my resume out all over hoping and praying somebody hires me on full-time. Things at Galewood have gotten almost unbearable. They're trying real hard to make my life miserable while I'm there. Things with FC are good. Had a great time out on my motorcycle Sunday. We were zipping here and there. I didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108791389093506419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108791389093506419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108791389093506419' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108766496880640061</id><published>2004-06-19T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T12:09:28.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BWB &amp; I went to the Cubs game yesterday. Cubs lost...*sigh* I've been invited to go to Milwaukee on Tuesday with BWB and his friends for a Brewers game. I'd like to go, but I don't think I'll have the buckage. Tomorrow FC &amp; I are going on our big bad-ass ride. Fingers crossed I don't a) die, b) break something, c) do a whole bunch of dumb girly crap.Job interview was so-so. I have another one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108766496880640061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108766496880640061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108766496880640061' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108750305995013385</id><published>2004-06-17T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T15:10:59.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a job interview today. I need to leave where I'm at. It's getting bad and I've learned enough to see the signs and skate while the skatinn's good. Plus, I really need a full time job and health insurance.Rode my bike down to FC's shop last night. So now she's there - we're goinn riding Sunday in the Fox River Valley area. I'm very much looking forward to it.The Pink Eye has finally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108750305995013385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108750305995013385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108750305995013385' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108696103439806723</id><published>2004-06-11T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T15:59:34.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am 32. I am an adult. I am a grown woman.I HAVE THE PINK EYE!!! THE PINK FUCKING EYE!!! I'm gonna be taken down by The Pink Eye...how sad to go out with such a wimper...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108696103439806723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108696103439806723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108696103439806723' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108670320926346764</id><published>2004-06-08T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T09:00:09.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know, I know...all two of you that read this have been eagerly awaiting an update:Everything is going really well! I'm actually - dare I say it - HAPPY! Everyone is noticing too, friends, family, co-workers - they're all "what's going on with you? you seem so happy."FC hooked the stove up, threw out his 5 years worth of old newspapers and magazines, cleand the microwave and announced that I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108670320926346764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108670320926346764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108670320926346764' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108483403987992893</id><published>2004-05-17T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T17:47:57.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go see this movie! If you can't because you're not cool enough to figure out where to go see it - order the DVD off the site. You'll thank me later. (at least watch the trailer)GO!! NOW!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108483403987992893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108483403987992893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108483403987992893' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108473066714686508</id><published>2004-05-16T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T13:04:27.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I went to E-Ball's wedding. E-Ball &amp; I have been friends since 1st grade. JL stood up and I played the tin whistle during the ceremony. It was nice. I just can't believe she's married.I SERIOUSLY have to stop drinking. seriously. Part of it is FC drinks - I mean he drinks... and I'm right there with him. ugh. my liver hates me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108473066714686508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108473066714686508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108473066714686508' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108449692912304345</id><published>2004-05-13T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T20:08:49.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BWB &amp; FC met eachother last night. Yeah...that was - fun.Met MT &amp; BWB to watch the Cubs today. They won. I'm drunk. Went shopping...nothing like druken shopping. good times.good times.FC slept over last night &amp; the night before. Gotta be careful or I'll get busted by the P's.FC asked me to move in with him!!! OMG! I didn't say yes or no... gotta really think this one through.I gotta go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108449692912304345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108449692912304345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108449692912304345' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108421989285944538</id><published>2004-05-10T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T15:11:32.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah. Woke up drunk this morning after 5 hours of sleep.I made some insane drunken phone call to FC's shop at 3am &amp; left some stoopid rambling beer soaked message about how he's cute and some other mushy stuff...I'm gonna make myself puke with this...I have to be stopped.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108421989285944538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108421989285944538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108421989285944538' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108405388337323286</id><published>2004-05-08T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T17:07:58.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BWB &amp; I went to the Cubs game on Thursday. We met up with MT and GH. Had an awesome time. I got drunk on Old Style and bought a big foam Cubbie claw...naturally I kept smaking people with it. I've been spending most nights at FC's. I like it, but at the same time I feel guilty about not sleeping here. I'm sure my poor cat Polo would be happier if I splet here every night. I'm a horrible mom. :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108405388337323286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108405388337323286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108405388337323286' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108370350505310249</id><published>2004-05-04T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T15:47:42.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I watched my nephew Oliver for a few hours yesterday. He's cute and everything, but why do people do that to themselves???? I was exhausted after 5 hours!Things with FC are chuggin along. I really like him. teehee (I know, I know...talk with me from the bar room floor in 6 weeks....)BWB's getting all bent because I'm no longer at his beck-n-call...too bad. He's the one who wanted it this way. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108370350505310249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108370350505310249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108370350505310249' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108327393087518108</id><published>2004-04-29T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T16:28:37.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things with FC are good. Once again I'm all "in love" and everything is wonderful and right with the world.  He gave me the keys to his apartment. wow. Nobody's ever done that. I figure it's one of 2 things: 1) he's as insane as I am -OR- 2) he's just smitten with me. I'm leaning towards 1 myself... however, what's not be smitten with I ask?My one complaint so far has to be the shaving </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108327393087518108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108327393087518108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108327393087518108' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108301252202062965</id><published>2004-04-26T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T14:38:13.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just realized in a fog this morning that I've been drunk for 9 of the past 10 days.Jag-Off Boy is here right now burning CD's on my other computer. We're gonna go get some foodies - I think. Saw BWB last night. Got smashed and finally passed out around 3 am... until TO called me on my cell and scared the fuck outta me. I ignored the call and rolled over on my cat and fell back asleep. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108301252202062965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108301252202062965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108301252202062965' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108282505555995267</id><published>2004-04-24T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T11:50:20.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Cubs game was good. Had great seats! Took the scooter-of-doom down to Wrigleyville. I drank one too many Old Style's and then BWB annouced he needed to go home and take a nap at 6:45pm on a Friday...yeah...told me to call him later if anything was happening.I called FC and went to his shop. We hung out, got some pizza, drank beer, watch a really really cool indi-film "Spun" and went to bed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108282505555995267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108282505555995267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108282505555995267' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108247010941146391</id><published>2004-04-20T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T09:11:26.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MN was good. My nephews are adorable! I miss them so much!BWB &amp; I went to the Cubs game last week. We had a really really great day...last night we went &amp; saw "This Old Cub". Fantastic movie! We went out riding a bunch last week, he on his SCOOTER (teehee) and I on my motorcycle. So yeah... things are the same. *sigh*I think that's about it. All the same. All super gay...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108247010941146391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108247010941146391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108247010941146391' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108151958673248465</id><published>2004-04-09T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T09:09:12.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Off to MN today! Should be a good trip.Yesterday BWB &amp; I went to Lake Geneva, WI so he could test ride and buy a scooter. He got the retro mint green at my urging. teehee! I can't wait to zip around on it. He's all "can I pull off the green?" My reply was that yes, because I'd be riding more than him and besides, the red &amp; orange clashed with my hair. He agreed.I can't wait for the weather to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108151958673248465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108151958673248465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108151958673248465' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108128617121768702</id><published>2004-04-06T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T16:20:06.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's see....went out drinking Friday night, Saturday night and Sunday night. So that's cool.I keep bidding on Cubs tickets on eBay (the e in eBay stands for EVIL. bastards). I MUST be stopped. 'cause now I'm broke and can't go drink. Last night I hung out with BWB until 2am. We had a really good time together - as usual. *sigh* I swear, we can sit there and talk about nothing for hours and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108128617121768702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108128617121768702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108128617121768702' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108079463679134885</id><published>2004-03-31T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T22:47:08.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good god.I didn't think I could be more pathetic than I already am...So, I decided that I NEED to have sex. Saw Jag-Off Boy this afternoon. So... later on I stoped by his work and asked him. I begged. I pleaded. I gave him too much time to think about it.he said no - " it would be too weird...i just don't feel right about it...you've caught me in a lull...i'm just not that into sex right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108079463679134885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108079463679134885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108079463679134885' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108062028862542557</id><published>2004-03-29T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T22:20:44.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to the casino."Who's the big winner here tonight? Huh? Who's the big winner? Mikey's the big winner!" yeah, mikey might be the big winner in "swingers", but BW was the BIG LOSER in this world. BAH!My family &amp; I were just in the yard with a telescope looking at the rings of Saturn. very cool. Mars &amp; Jupiter are visable too. FAMILY FUN WITH ASTRONOMY!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108062028862542557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108062028862542557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108062028862542557' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108059357333806003</id><published>2004-03-29T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T14:55:28.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I was witness too and victim of "ATTACK OF THE LADIES MAN"!After the Sopranos I went to Mike's where BWB was bartending. I walked in &amp; the only person in there besides BWB was Ladies Man. I knew right away that this cat thought very highly of himself. He introduces himself to me and starts with his monolouge...he's a singer in a band, he's 44 - but, BUT "I STILL ROCK!!! YYYEEEAAAHHHH</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108059357333806003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108059357333806003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108059357333806003' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108049477037011154</id><published>2004-03-28T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T11:30:33.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOOHOO!! I'm free of the HBHH!! Thanks you to all who showed up! (there were like 45 people there POUR MOI) I stayed after to have a couple of beers &amp; next thing I know I'm lurching outside only to be unexpectedly blinded by the sun because it's 6:30 in the morning and now you gotta drive the door guy home and then get your ass home so you can sleep and be awake and ready for your fancy facial </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108049477037011154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108049477037011154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108049477037011154' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-108034174410585927</id><published>2004-03-26T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T16:58:15.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight is my LAST NIGHT at the HBHH. I should have a good crowd. I sent a pleading email to everyone in my address book. So far like 30 people have said they'll be there. We'll see.Monday my mom and I are gonna go the CASINO!! *cha-ching* I haven't been a-gamblin' in MONTHS! Things with BWB are the same. I have a new favourite radio station. Real Oldies . Check it out. They have streaming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108034174410585927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/108034174410585927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108034174410585927' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-107965841610879061</id><published>2004-03-18T19:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T19:12:04.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night was one of those nights where you leave the house with a plan...the plan being: we'll go to Galvin's, have a couple of pints and then call it a night...and then that all flies out the window and next thing you know there are empty pint and shot glasses amassed around your very inebriated self, you have a mystery bruise on your calf, your hands are sticky and you don't really know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/107965841610879061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/107965841610879061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107965841610879061' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-107955821520753373</id><published>2004-03-17T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T15:19:18.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Paddy's Day...yippie-skippieIt's cold &amp; snowing.Me and MaddMaggs &amp; MT &amp; maybe CDiddy &amp; MPW are gonna go BOOZING tonight....naturally we're going to Galvins.I swear...since BWB &amp; I "broke-up" he's been a better boyfriend-type. He calls ALL the time. Buys me things. Returns my calls. Looks for excuses to see me. *sigh* So confused.  I guess he doesn't work well under pressure.Still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/107955821520753373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/107955821520753373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107955821520753373' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-107913706925721045</id><published>2004-03-12T18:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T18:20:07.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I've decided I'm quiting my job at The HBHH. I'm gonna tell them tonight at the end of the night that next week will be my last week. They'll probably tell me to not even bother coming in. i hate that place.Things with BWB are weird. We talk every day and last week he gave me a present for my room. The other night we rented a movie and the next night he met me out and we hung out for like 3 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/107913706925721045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/107913706925721045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107913706925721045' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-107768116346042912</id><published>2004-02-24T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T21:54:45.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I might die.I feel like shite. My knees hurt, my hips hurt, my back hurts, my skin hurts...I think I'm catching a cold. Then to add to the fun I got my period today too!!! YIPPIE SKIPPIE!Well, my 25 year old brother, MPW, just got engaged. again.I can't get BWB to call when he says he will but my brother can snag not one, but two special ladeis.i need a smoke</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/107768116346042912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/107768116346042912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107768116346042912' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-107609959990381379</id><published>2004-02-06T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T14:36:51.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things are frosty here in Chicago. It's been SO fucking cold I haven't felt my toes in days.At 4:15am tomorrow my brothers MPW, BJW and one of my sisters MDW are picking me up from the HBHH and we're off to MN to see my sister, KWD and her hubby and the newest baby for my nephew's 2nd birthday. My parents and my sister MaddMaggs and my nephew OEW left this morning.My cat Polo is staying at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/107609959990381379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/107609959990381379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107609959990381379' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-107541085076557594</id><published>2004-01-29T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T14:37:14.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I KNOW! IT'S BEEN AGES!Well...things with BWB are still going along. He re-did my bedroom for me. It's all pink and girly now. It looks super sweet - maybe when I'm done re-decorating I'll snap a pic and post it. Still working at the roofing co &amp; still serving drinks too drunks at the HBHH.Last night BWB &amp; I went to Union Station so he could try flying one of his new airplanes. The Amtrack </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/107541085076557594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/107541085076557594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107541085076557594' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-107334254556472844</id><published>2004-01-05T16:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T16:43:36.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah...so I went to the Jewels...i hate peoplethere are all these bloated middle-aged-too-soon housewives in oversized jogging pants and nylon coats running around like maniacs snatching up all the Atkins products (ie: shakes, syrup, bread, cereal etc). While purchasing my beloved 1 point bread I had to endure a very loud cell phone conversation regarding net carbs...then i saw my retarded </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/107334254556472844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/107334254556472844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107334254556472844' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-107262956705220560</id><published>2003-12-28T10:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T10:41:54.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know it's been awhile...sorry.Things are still going pretty well with BWB. I mean aside from the fact that I'm INSANE and have no business trying to be in a realtionship...really. I'm gonna work on a piece for the BBS FrontPage about my dating no-no's. watch for it.Got a phone call yesterday from my 3rd favourite cousin JH who lives in the UP. He's been given diployment orders that will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/107262956705220560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/107262956705220560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107262956705220560' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-107004445550545749</id><published>2003-11-28T12:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T12:34:48.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanksgiving was stoopid - as usual. BWB did NOT come over...I didn't even talk to him all day. He called this morning. whatever. I'm just in a foul mood. I have a nasty chest cold and I have to work until 4am tonight serving drunks drinks. Not looking forward to it. I better make some tall bank tonight. Yesterday I ate a bunch of turkey and washed it all down with half a bottle of red wine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/107004445550545749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/107004445550545749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107004445550545749' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106936573341389078</id><published>2003-11-20T16:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T16:02:39.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>... got a new TV. BWB went with me and carried it &amp; unhooked the old one and rehooked the new one to all my gadgets. I totally could have done it all myself, but what's the sense in having a boy around if you can't make him do shit for you? Went over to his house last night and he was sitting there looking at a Tiffany's catalouge... he handed it to me and asked me what I thought of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106936573341389078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106936573341389078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106936573341389078' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106867528929266911</id><published>2003-11-12T16:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T16:14:46.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My TV died. I'm very sad. Jag-Off Boy FINALLY paid me back the money he's owed me for like 5 years...I really don't wanna spend money on a TV, but I just might have to. I've always managed to aquire TV's from people over the years. I should ask around and see if anyone's thinking of getting a new one so I can have their old one. I have my digital cable and surround sound and it's just sitting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106867528929266911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106867528929266911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106867528929266911' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106825285096766766</id><published>2003-11-07T18:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T18:54:08.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ugh...I have to work at my STOOPID bar job tonight. The only saving grace is that JL'll be working with me. Then I'm supposed to work tomorrow night too, but JL said something about working for me. I'll ask her tonight. My youngest brother has a gig on the far south side tomorrow night and needs a ride, so I'd much rather drive him than work in that DUMP until 5am!BWB said that the kitchen at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106825285096766766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106825285096766766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106825285096766766' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106789257936319161</id><published>2003-11-03T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T14:49:53.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know Halloween has passed, but here's a horror story:Friday night BW dressed up as Satan's Cheerleader. Under her black cheerleader skirt BW is wearing a not-so-sexy pair of black CONTROL TOP underpants (a girl needs a little help every now &amp; then). BW spends the night at BWB's.Saturday night. BW rolls into the pub BWB works at to hang out with him whilst he works.  BWB says:"Did you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106789257936319161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106789257936319161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789257936319161' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106728840473820577</id><published>2003-10-27T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T15:00:04.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things with BWB are going great. A little too great. I'm really freaking out. I've turned into a gushing little school girl. My friends have all noticed and do not approve of the non-bitter BW that's taken over. It's just that he's so cute. I can't take it. I even went so far as to make him an airplane pillow. (he's WAY into aviation) I need to be stopped.FUCK. I just bit the inside of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106728840473820577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106728840473820577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106728840473820577' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106693891154653580</id><published>2003-10-23T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T14:55:10.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night BWB and I went out for dinner and then went for ice cream after. As we're sitting there he says, "So, when do I get to meet the crazy parents?"I almost fell off the chair.My parents liked him, my mother especially. She wants to know when he's coming over for dinner. Then BWB and I were hanging out in my room and he saw an ad for a this GREAT deal to Italy that I had ripped out of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106693891154653580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106693891154653580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106693891154653580' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106685539981579333</id><published>2003-10-22T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T16:08:15.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sat night JL &amp; went out for a couple beers and ...I met a very lovely man. His initals are also BW so I will call him BWB (BW's Boy)...anyways....I've seen him everyday since and  he's great. The BBS in me is just waiting for the blow-off or for the whole thing to burn out as quickly as it's started. He's cute and funny and smart and does these amazing card tricks and I just feel SO comfortable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106685539981579333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106685539981579333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106685539981579333' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106619306291262175</id><published>2003-10-14T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T15:34:28.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah well..Cubs lost...you'd think that being born and raised a Cubs fan I'd be better able to handle relationships... you know - get your hopes up only to have them SMASHED to pieces... I know "think positive. they can still win tomorrow"BAH! im drunk...and not a happy "WE WON" drunk. more of a "SHIT. I can't take it anymore" drunk.so, my non-realtionship realtionship is over. *sigh* DAMN</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106619306291262175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106619306291262175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106619306291262175' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106601098819451909</id><published>2003-10-12T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T21:09:48.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH MY GOD...this NLC series is going to be the death of me. I have eaten and dranken SO much in the past week...blah...MT, GH, BA &amp; I went to Wrigleyville today to watch the game. Went to Edison Park last night to watch the game...Friday night I was at my new job, cocktail waitressing, and was watching the game...They're gonna win it Tuesday. At home. The city will erupt. It'll be awesome.The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106601098819451909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106601098819451909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106601098819451909' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106554116438242857</id><published>2003-10-07T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T10:39:23.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Blog:Sunday night, after the Bears won, the Thunder lost and the Cubs won, MT and I found ourselves at Leg Room and molested Brian Urlacher multiple times....*ah* I got a palm full of his ass and what an ass it is!The entire universe has been throught out of whack...the Cubs have won their first post-season series since 1908, the Bears won, it's 80 degrees in October, I got a job...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106554116438242857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106554116438242857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106554116438242857' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106529889560695035</id><published>2003-10-04T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T15:21:35.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have GOT to stop drinking and smoking. I'm leading myself to an early grave.Tuesday I woke up feeling like shit from too much the night before and decided I was gonna stop drinking for two weeks. Yeah well...you know...Last night I went out with JL and we hit like three bars and watch the Cubs game and then I went over to Double Door to hang with Jag-Off Boy AND HIS NEW GRILDFRIEND. (ugh) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106529889560695035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106529889560695035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106529889560695035' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106515729828436038</id><published>2003-10-03T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T00:01:38.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got my "FUCK OFF" tattoo on the inside of my lower lip!!!WOOHOO!! It only took like 2 minutes and really didn't hurt that much. My lip swelled up pretty badly for a couple hours, but now it's OK. It should be all healed in a couple days.i am such a rock starheh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106515729828436038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106515729828436038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106515729828436038' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106506700647173515</id><published>2003-10-01T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T22:58:45.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have to go to the work thing tomorrow for a couple hours. My first official day is next Wednesday. I am mourning the loss of my fanciful days of liesure. *sigh* It was SUCH a great time!! Hopefully my bag business will take off so well that I can once again spend my days at home working for nobody but myself.Just to see how impossible it would be to trade in my car and get a new one I went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106506700647173515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106506700647173515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106506700647173515' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106493713267864487</id><published>2003-09-30T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T10:52:12.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH.MY.GOD.I got a job. It's P/T. The company is owned and run by Italian dudes. It's 10 mins from my house and it's with a former comrade in arms from STS (aka 3rd Circle of Hell ruled by The Talking Head With No Soul). M- F 10am - 2pm. grueling.I'm putting an add for my bags in the next issue of BUST so, business should really pick up.Got a new AVON customer too. My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106493713267864487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106493713267864487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106493713267864487' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106480666091910757</id><published>2003-09-28T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T22:37:40.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm exhausted.The Chicago Thunder won their last game of the regular season. Next week is the playoff game.Tomorrow the Bears will get their asses stomped by Green Bay in their new stadium and on national TV. great.It's SO fucking cold. What a bunch of horseshit.Today I went for a ride with my brother on our motorcycles before we put 'em away for the winter and then I took part in one of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106480666091910757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106480666091910757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106480666091910757' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106456752530155749</id><published>2003-09-26T04:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T14:15:03.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:: BW's BRUSH WITH FAME ::Just got home from Double Door.Alien Ant Farm was playing. I met JL, MH &amp; EZ there. We had a great time. FREE JAMESON ALL NIGHT!After the show Jag-Off Boy got us into the "after party". There were so many star-fuckers it was disgusting. These poor dude were swarmed by all these fucking hand-jobs that just wanted a piece of 'em.I think the singer, Dryden </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106456752530155749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106456752530155749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106456752530155749' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106437162005224632</id><published>2003-09-23T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T21:46:59.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are few things in this world that I enjoy. Going to the grocery store by myslef is one of them.So there I was cruising down the pop aisle and :: BAM! :: two tools making out! MAKING OUT IN THE POP AISLE AT JEWEL!! stop it peopleThen I catch some cat in a suit  trying to be cool by leaning against a giant cardboard display case looking at butter cookies. I willed so hard for that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106437162005224632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106437162005224632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106437162005224632' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106429084289975419</id><published>2003-09-22T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T23:20:42.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At the risk of jinxing everything I am going to share... I think I have found myself a non-relationship realtionship for the long, loney cold winter that's on its way. He lives 5 minutes from me and we get along and yeah - that's that. So far, so good. No obligations. No expectations. perfect.  I'm working at Fright Fest at Six Flags Great America as a production assistant. My friend TO was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106429084289975419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106429084289975419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106429084289975419' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106377262013540987</id><published>2003-09-16T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T23:23:39.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Camping was cool. Went to Kankakee River State Park. Jag-Off Boy &amp; I used to go camping here a lot. There's a hiking trail along the Rock Creek that then winds back into the woods and on this trail is the grave of Chief Shaw-waw-nas-see of the Potawatomi. He died in 1834 and a marker was put up at his grave with the date 1838 - the year the last of his tribe left the area per the Treaty of Camp</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106377262013540987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106377262013540987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106377262013540987' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106351759523927967</id><published>2003-09-14T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T00:33:15.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've posted a couple of my bags on eBay...we'll see if anyone's interested.Getting up at 5am to go camping. ugh...I'm gonna be a wreck.I fear I may have to start looking for an actual job soon. The nanny thing never panned out. ALthough my friend BA said he could get me ajob cocktailing on Fridays at the bar he works at. The one drawback - it's all kareoke (spl?) all the time. It may drive me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106351759523927967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106351759523927967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106351759523927967' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106338691923742888</id><published>2003-09-12T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T12:15:19.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Johnny Cash died. I'm sad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106338691923742888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106338691923742888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106338691923742888' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106335177825363413</id><published>2003-09-12T02:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T00:33:31.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight my friend MT and I went for a tour of Soldier Field! My cousin, CDiddy, works as an EMT for the construction company that's doing the renovations and he took us all over. We were on the field and IN THE LOCKER ROOM! It was too cool. MT is a HUGE Bears fan so I'm happy I was able to get her in there to see it all.I really wanted to pee in one of the toilets in the locker room just to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106335177825363413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106335177825363413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106335177825363413' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106323215239873555</id><published>2003-09-10T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T17:16:55.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know you are pathetic as all get out when you engage in sexual activity SO infrequently that when you do happen to get some about once every other year you're sore for three days after. My legs hurt. My shoulders hurt.i am the most pathetic thing...*sigh*I drove TO downtown yesterday and circled the block while he ran in to sign some papers at his lawyers office and I saw the man himself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106323215239873555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106323215239873555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106323215239873555' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106300261987085015</id><published>2003-09-08T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T01:31:42.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can NOT sleep. I've been tossing and turning for the past 2 hours. I'm wiped out, but I can't sleep. ugh.My friend BA had a party Saturday night. I was all hopped up on Michelob Ultras and Tom Collins. Got home at 6:45am. I was a wreck.Finally went to a Chicago Thunder game. I totally miss all those guys so much. A few of us are going to go CAMPING next weekend! WOOHOO! Seeing some of them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106300261987085015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106300261987085015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106300261987085015' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106217695200228871</id><published>2003-08-29T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T12:09:12.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I applied to be a part-time nanny. Can't you see it now?? lol I pull up on my bike, take off my jacket to reveal my many tattoos, light a smoke and declare my dislike for children. Call me Mrs. Spitfire.Lost another 1.2lbs! Total - 23.8lbs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106217695200228871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106217695200228871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106217695200228871' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106209336328486175</id><published>2003-08-28T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T12:58:39.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you seen Mars? If not - get off yer lazy ass AND GO LOOK AT IT! Can't miss it. Brightest thing in the southern sky. I live in Chicago and can see it...I can't imagine how awesome it would look in the middle of nowhere away from all the lights.Today is my mothers birthday. Next Thursday is my brother MPW's 25th birthday.The bags are bagging along. I've made some pretty damn cool new ones </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106209336328486175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106209336328486175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106209336328486175' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106166729586599959</id><published>2003-08-23T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T12:47:50.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to Double Door last night to see my friends band Hair Bangers Ball.( lml &lt;&lt; devil fingers)It was cool. Jag-Off boy showed up with our friend DB's ex-girlfrind Mira. I was talking with her &amp; her current boyfriend is in Every Mothers Nightmare...she then went on to ask me if I wanted to go to Memphis with her on Sept 5 for the weekend becasue EMN is playing a show with Firehouse and Warrant.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106166729586599959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106166729586599959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106166729586599959' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106126010712106728</id><published>2003-08-18T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T23:31:03.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This weekend was Milwaukee Irish Fest. It was OK. I didn't spend the weekend up there and didn't drink and none of my friends went, just the family this year. Which is fine. The music was really fantastic this year.The bags are baggin along. My goal is to have 10 really decent bags by next Wednesday so I can start calling around to some consignment shops. Jerry told me The Alley accepts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106126010712106728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106126010712106728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106126010712106728' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106057312788440076</id><published>2003-08-10T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T22:42:19.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went up to Minnesota with my brother BWjr this weekend to see my wee nephew. He's the best. I watched him all day Saturday &amp; taught him how to say tattoo &amp; cool. We were also working on motorcycle.This weekend was the Minnesota Irish Fair. Last night I saw Floggin Molly...they said it was their last show... (by the by - I can assure you all that punk is in fact, not dead. It is alive and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106057312788440076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106057312788440076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106057312788440076' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-106030579674575976</id><published>2003-08-07T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T20:23:48.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's the link to my BAGS! BUY ONE OR TWO - OR ALL OF 'EM! You can never have too many handbags or shoes.Lost another 1.4lbs! Total - 22.4lbs!!Only 6.8 to go...however, I'm rethinking my goal and may go down another 5 which means only 11.8 to go! I can SO be there by October.I want a peanut butter &amp; jelly sammich...gotta go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106030579674575976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/106030579674575976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106030579674575976' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-105995116545074617</id><published>2003-08-03T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T17:52:45.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I've stared a new venture. I'm making handBAGS. As soon as I have a few more I'm gonna make up a Web page on the BBS Web site and start selling them - or maybe I'll go the eBay way. Not sure yet. Shit. I'll just do both. Why the fuck not.Got a couple new Avon customers. woohoo! I swear to the gods - I MUST figure out how to make a living that doesn't involve working for The Man. If I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/105995116545074617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/105995116545074617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105995116545074617' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-105976954044984166</id><published>2003-08-01T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T15:25:40.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had a garage sale today, doing it again tomorrow. Made $60 today. Not bad. Babysat on Tuesday night for 3 1/2 year old twins, made $50...babysitting again tonight...I'm just pulling the money in like a MADD WOMAN! I am fading away over here....Total lost so far = 21lbs! Only 9 more to go! BWjr's tattoo looks awesome. Jerry did a great job &amp; cut him a HUGE break on the price.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/105976954044984166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/105976954044984166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105976954044984166' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-105936636084419022</id><published>2003-07-27T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T23:26:00.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night my mother, JVay &amp; I went to a PRCA Rodeo at the Lake County Fair. They had buffalo burgers. I had one.It was SO not South Dakota. :(My youngest babiest brother,BWjr, turns 18 tomorrow. Me &amp; my brother MPW are taking him for his FIRST TATTOO! Just as we did for our sisters MEW &amp; MDW. (The only on left is KWD! haha! We'll get her to come around some day!) That's what's wrong with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/105936636084419022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/105936636084419022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105936636084419022' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-105910126199507447</id><published>2003-07-24T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T23:17:49.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MT &amp; I went to a Cubs game today. The game was sold out, as usual, so we got standing room only tickets for $10. We had the best seats. Went over to the right field grandstand and saw some empty seats, sat down &amp; who ever had the seats never showed so there we sat &amp; got stupid looking, uneven sunburns. Cubs got their asses kicked.We will have the tannest thigh tops in Chicago.Was out on my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/105910126199507447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/105910126199507447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105910126199507447' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-105888954802588670</id><published>2003-07-22T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T21:48:12.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Demo Derby was awesome...love the sound of metal crushing metal, but not in a "battle of the bands" kind of way.Last night I went &amp; saw the love of my life in his newest film.*pitter-patter* *pitter-patter* aaahhhh....Johnny how I love thee.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/105888954802588670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/105888954802588670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105888954802588670' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-105854933921525963</id><published>2003-07-18T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T12:28:59.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My eyeballs are on fire. Slept with my contacts in last night. They're suppose to be OK to sleep in but I think it's all a lie.I want a giant plate of pasta. Like a pound of the stuff. Not that I'd be able to eat it all, but I just like the idea of it.Down another 1.4. Total = 17.6 I pulled out a pair of jeans I used to fit into &amp; have hung them in my room so I can see them everyday. There</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/105854933921525963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/105854933921525963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105854933921525963' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317834.post-105820519275528251</id><published>2003-07-14T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T12:55:02.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> So...some dude called me a "lard ass" becasue I wouldn't tell him my bra size. WTF?? Whatever. This is what I'm SO sick of! Guys that SUCK SATANS ASS! Are there any decent ones left? It's always the drunk bastards, the emotionally stunted, the emotionally disturbed or ones with a mommy complex.Speaking of lard: - 16.2lbs! Only 13.8 more to go!I was at The Jewels yesterday and was stuck in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/105820519275528251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317834/posts/default/105820519275528251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisoldbag.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105820519275528251' title=''/><author><name>BW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673622529651914690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
