<?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-5645478625789808844</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:06:15.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerise Rouge</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-4107105151469816764</id><published>2008-11-08T00:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:16:31.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>because everybody loves pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/SRUtgBi8AMI/AAAAAAAAATA/25LWwrRGPm8/s1600-h/3012011374_acf3e54870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/SRUtgBi8AMI/AAAAAAAAATA/25LWwrRGPm8/s400/3012011374_acf3e54870.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266165367473701058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like Morticia decided to do some laundry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/SRUtfpi3nTI/AAAAAAAAASo/KIjdKRiHq-w/s1600-h/3011175057_8da828f7c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/SRUtfpi3nTI/AAAAAAAAASo/KIjdKRiHq-w/s400/3011175057_8da828f7c1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266165361030962482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/SRUtfymbMtI/AAAAAAAAASw/pZjHIorN5OU/s1600-h/3011175201_9e072b05f6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/SRUtfymbMtI/AAAAAAAAASw/pZjHIorN5OU/s400/3011175201_9e072b05f6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266165363461796562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/SRUtgGrRpbI/AAAAAAAAAS4/fEwloH-nhSE/s1600-h/3011174605_a81e33a94b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/SRUtgGrRpbI/AAAAAAAAAS4/fEwloH-nhSE/s400/3011174605_a81e33a94b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266165368850851250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... life is hard for Luka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we are all lovin' the new house.  It still needs decoration... I hardly find time to put up all the things we have, but it's slowly looking better and more like a home, less like a house :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and find more time to post and visit blogs, but it's getting harder and harder.  Hopefully we will get ourselves a kickass laptop soon so I can do these kinda things from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of making this blog more like a diary thing, a place where I can go back years from now and see how things were when it all started.  Or I'll probably just do it in another blog, with limited access for only my friends... dunno,  I'll think it over the weekend and see how it goes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 to all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-4107105151469816764?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/4107105151469816764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=4107105151469816764' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/4107105151469816764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/4107105151469816764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2008/11/because-everybody-loves-pictures.html' title='because everybody loves pictures...'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/SRUtgBi8AMI/AAAAAAAAATA/25LWwrRGPm8/s72-c/3012011374_acf3e54870.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-8092322407056214069</id><published>2008-10-11T22:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:03:19.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, I'm alive</title><content type='html'>and happier than ever :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO much has happened lately I don't even know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, looooong story short; I've lost tons of weight, bobbed my hair, moved in with Ron, got a kick ass promotion at the office and am too damn happy about the way my life is 'evolving'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't complain about anything at all, really.  Well, the only thing that bothers me is that I can't really blog from the office :( and I miss my blog-friends a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hopefully we will be buying a laptop come xmas (yey!!) so I'll hopefully blog more regularly then, and visit you guys more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope y'all are doing great, miss you tons!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-8092322407056214069?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/8092322407056214069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=8092322407056214069' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8092322407056214069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8092322407056214069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2008/10/yeah-im-alive.html' title='yeah, I&apos;m alive'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-1451506617558838691</id><published>2008-05-28T08:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:02:39.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For my costarican readers</title><content type='html'>I know you will enjoy this, specially if you are as old as me :)  For those of you that are not in the paradise that Costa Rica is... these are old 80´s commercials that I saw growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eqJcWbuI3rY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eqJcWbuI3rY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I still remember the lyrics for that one up there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cYlnsibXhHA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cYlnsibXhHA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4a4NpEi558g&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4a4NpEi558g&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to run to bed as soon as I heard that Comelon comercial *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nobS7bNopus&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nobS7bNopus&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r2IaZoilCnM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r2IaZoilCnM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys outside CR will love this one above, shows how beautiful our country is (not as old but damn good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Wal2XSxxns&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Wal2XSxxns&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... South Park in Costa Rica LOL  Bren I know you will have a kick out of this one if you can hear what they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-1451506617558838691?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/1451506617558838691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=1451506617558838691' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1451506617558838691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1451506617558838691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-my-costarican-readers.html' title='For my costarican readers'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-8155988678980692045</id><published>2008-05-14T14:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:57:13.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!!</title><content type='html'>I'm alive and with a new job.  I'll be having regulated internet access from here so I *hope* to be updating (and visiting!!!) blogs more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then, lotsa love to all of you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-8155988678980692045?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/8155988678980692045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=8155988678980692045' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8155988678980692045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8155988678980692045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='Update!!'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-3887598173627664415</id><published>2008-03-25T23:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:55:01.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah guess it's aboot time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for me to update this little corner of my mind.  Thank you from the bottom of my soul to those of you that worried about me; that meant a lot to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;damn... this might be long... I'll try to cut it short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so everything turned out fine after the operation.  Also, I've been exercising *almost* every day since I had it; I know my heart is appreciating that a lot.  Oreo and I take a 1 hour "tour" around a local university and we're having a blast doing it, I'm even getting a little tanned LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first day that I went back to the office after my operation I checked my job's personal email only to find out that my boss got into it and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deleted &lt;/span&gt;a whole week's worth of personal emails.  I told that &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; lady via IM that what she did was illegal, and explained why ((we have a law against that in the country)).  She didn't even answer and just stepped out of the office.  30 minutes later the HR guy called me to tell me I was fired.  He said the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; lady told him that "management" had "decided that my position was no longer needed".  And they fired me while I was on disability leave, which is illegal as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you... the moment he told me I was fired I was speechless, and the stab in the back didn't let me think clearly... but after thinking it for a minute or two, I realized the HUGE favor that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; lady just did for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company I worked for ((which *used* to be a very respectable online-poker company)) is sinking.  Things have been going downhill for the last year, she fired the wrong people, hired the wrong people, along a million other stupid things she has done.  I was honestly staying there 'cause I did nothing but surf the web &lt;s&gt;and play nintendo on the weekends&lt;/s&gt; and got paid good money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that a favor? since I was on disability leave I collected disability money for one month.  I got paid for 2 weeks and only worked one.  The company had to "compensate" me for kicking me out like that; which gave me a nice fat check.  I used part of that check to pay off a credit card I had ((and canceled that motherfucker)), to finish paying a loan I had, and *hopefully* pay at least half of another card I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Then the computer at home died and I was offline for a while))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got my ass to find a new job, which I've been wanting to do for the last year, and it looks like I found me little jewel.  It's just 200 meters away from where I worked with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; lady, and they have all the benefits you can imagine and more: doctor, dentist, ob-gyn, psychologist, therapists, spas, insurance, discounts... The pay is not as good as the last place, but they have a production-based point system where you earn your own raise and bonuses, plus lots of opportunities to grow. I started last week and I'm loving it so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... that's basically why I haven't been around.  It was about time for me to spend some time away from the computer and I surely enjoyed that.  I did miss you guys a lot tho ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you won't be seeing much of me around here; I'll try to do a blog-round later on the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big kitty kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-3887598173627664415?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/3887598173627664415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=3887598173627664415' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3887598173627664415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3887598173627664415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2008/03/ah-guess-its-aboot-time.html' title='Ah guess it&apos;s aboot time...'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-2334924355646839703</id><published>2008-02-20T20:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:34:23.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive and well</title><content type='html'>Thank you all ((except UAS)) for the good wishes.  I had my operation done after a big scare.  They prepared me and all to go to the OR and as I was waiting on the pre-anesthesia room they discovered I was suffering from arrhythmia.  And obviously the moment they told me it became even worse because I got so worried.  They canceled the operation and made me stay Friday night in the hospital so they could watch over me and so I could get some heart tests on Saturday morning.  I was barely able to sleep, not only because the nurses go into your room every 2 hours or so, but because I was EXTREMELY scared it was something serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday morning we wake up (my mom was staying in the hospital with me) and I hoped into a wheelchair and was taken downstairs for the test.  Thankfully I took the test ((I think it's called a cardiac stress test)) and everything turned out just fine.  It seems like I have the arrhythmia when I'm resting and it goes away when I exercise; the heart doctor says it's not normal but it's not harmful and I can live with it, don't need to take any medication or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after this the operation was rescheduled for that same day at 2pm.  Mind you, I was fasting since 8am on Friday and they only let me drink some tea Friday night.  Long story short; they operated me, I left the hospital on Sunday around 3pm and been @ my parent's ever since.  I'm about to die 'cause I'm missing Red and the kitties SO much... Red spent a lot of time with me on the hospital and came here yesterday and spent almost all day with me but it's not the same... and my babies, I can't wait to see Luka and squeeze the hell outta him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The operation turned out great, I have 5 incisions on my tummy and they are all bruised but they don't hurt much, and when they do I take this AWESOME pain med that takes the pain away in like 5 minutes.  I was extremely useless basically until today; now I can seat and stand up by myself and the doc ok'd today for me to go back to the office on Monday.  I'm so not thrilled to go back but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that's been getting a ball out of this is my little Oreo as he's been by my side 24/7 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope y'all are doing fine, I've missed you tons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-2334924355646839703?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/2334924355646839703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=2334924355646839703' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2334924355646839703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2334924355646839703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2008/02/alive-and-well.html' title='Alive and well'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-5200887740082470604</id><published>2008-02-13T22:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:30:42.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Offline for a while</title><content type='html'>Hi guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be offline for about a week or so, hopefully less.  I'm getting a surgical procedure done on Friday and I'll be out of the office ((hopefully)) for one week.  If I feel good enough I'll post an update from home as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry; it's nothing serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have too much fun without me ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-5200887740082470604?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/5200887740082470604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=5200887740082470604' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/5200887740082470604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/5200887740082470604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2008/02/offline-for-while.html' title='Offline for a while'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-1441548269108901769</id><published>2008-02-07T10:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:15:15.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My dad was never one to hug us as kids.  It was a very weird feeling, ‘cause I remember my mom doing that all the time.  Dad was always busy, always tired, always working.  He left early every day to go to the office and sometimes he arrived past 8pm, which was too late for us as kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I alway&lt;/span&gt;s thought he didn’t love us.   &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He was always the one to punish us as kids; he was the one that spanked us. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He was the one with the harsh words whenever we failed a course in school. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He was the serious one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I used to ask my mom for permissions and tell her about my day but I never talked to my dad. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After years of arriving home late at night, when he was finally able to get home early all he did was read the paper while watching tv.   &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I never understood him, until now. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can only say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you Lawd because it’s not too late&lt;/span&gt; and he's still by my side.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oddly enough; I got to understand him talking to Red ((that’s one of the things I love the most about that tattooed guy; his sexy brains and the way he sees things, but that’s a topic for another post)). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I understood why he got home so late, why he was always worried about us and why he wanted to know everything that was happening in our lives. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I understood why he was going to court, why he got so “cheap” suddenly, why he was always mad or serious at least.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I understood the years of counting pennies and nickels, the years of traveling abroad, the reasons why he would always say “no”, the reason why he wanted so badly for us to study and have a carrier.  I understood the selling, the buying. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finally it all clicked inside my head.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We went to have lunch on Sunday. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I woke up early on Tuesday and made a nice dinner for him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I stayed home yesterday and cooked a great Aztec soup which he loves and a Pistachio pie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hugged him when I got home yesterday.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I finally see him as a human being, not like the evil person I thought he was when I was growing up. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A human being with problems like all of us, but with the biggest heart and the best intentions ever.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;One that has sacrificed his youth to make sure we will have a better life than his.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-1441548269108901769?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/1441548269108901769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=1441548269108901769' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1441548269108901769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1441548269108901769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-dad.html' title='My dad'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-389569770839055488</id><published>2008-02-04T12:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T13:09:37.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>meme mimi momo... mumu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How      long does it take you to write a post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;      Sometimes I spend the whole day writing it.  I blog from the office 99.99% of the time      and there’s a ton of things I do while I’m writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How      do you like to do your posts;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; happy, entertaining, serious, etc?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;that depends on what I’m blogging about. If I’m writing about something happy then the post is happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I’m depressed then the entry would be depressing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when you are thinking      about a post, do you think if the readers will like it or if they will be      interested in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I honestly don’t care.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do love my readers and appreciate that they take the time to read what I write, but I’ve never written anything thinking if somebody will like it or not. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is my blog, it is my space to vent. I stopped worrying about what the others might think a long time ago :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;when you know what to post; do you have an outline of the post, or do you simply sit in front of the computer and… type?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t have an outline. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I post when I have something to say or when something is on my mind. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I only plan the entry when I’m going to post a picture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Other than that; I sit and type &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you ask for help when you make, or think about a post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nope.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I’m writing about something in specific I might surf the net for more info, but that’s about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how      long are your posts?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That is directly related to the space the subject is taking up in my mind.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what      are your posts about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me, myself and I.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If not, they are about what’s on my mind, what’s happening around me, what worries me, etc.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you      like to pre-visualize your posts before you publish them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t “pre-visualize” them; I do read them a couple of times to make sure what I write is not gibberish &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally; what’s a post for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;a piece of my mind, my life and soul.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A peek of what happens in the deepest parts of my brain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A way to vent, a place where I create the rules.  A little bit o' Cherry, a little big o' Maggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A little piece of me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Feel like doing it? go ahead :) I'm tagging Dave on this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-389569770839055488?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/389569770839055488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=389569770839055488' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/389569770839055488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/389569770839055488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2008/02/meme-mimi-momo-mumu.html' title='meme mimi momo... mumu?'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-7022517089196067618</id><published>2008-02-02T12:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T15:04:18.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up today thinking about somebody else&lt;br /&gt;it's strange... he's my type of guy, he's a &lt;i&gt;bad guy &lt;/i&gt; just like how I like'm&lt;br /&gt;tattoos, piercings, tough guy look in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time... he is not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he studies the same I did years ago, probably that has a lot to do in all this&lt;br /&gt;we think alike&lt;br /&gt;we like the same things&lt;br /&gt;we work in the same damn place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... that is all.&lt;br /&gt;he's been on my mind, but not because I want to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;just because I don't understand why&lt;br /&gt;why does he say he &lt;i&gt;needs&lt;/i&gt; to see me?&lt;br /&gt;why does he give me &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; look?&lt;br /&gt;I've never given him any "messages" or hints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so weird.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since I saw &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; look&lt;br /&gt;but last time I saw it; I melted&lt;br /&gt;my knees shook... I couldn't hold myself&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get enough of him, and I still can't&lt;br /&gt;his brain drove me crazy, and I just get crazier by the minute&lt;br /&gt;I jumped into his arms and have been there ever since.&lt;br /&gt;never been happier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy...&lt;br /&gt;He is just some crazy guy like me&lt;br /&gt;I know he doesn't care&lt;br /&gt;I know what he wants, and I also know he is not getting it&lt;br /&gt;this has happened before, and I know it will happen again.&lt;br /&gt;people get hooked up with me because of the things I say&lt;br /&gt;because of what I think and how I act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get text messages&lt;br /&gt;my heart jumps, but not in a nice way&lt;br /&gt;I'm... annoyed&lt;br /&gt;he knows I'm taken&lt;br /&gt;I know I ain't feeling anything&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even curious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the question is still on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;why...?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-7022517089196067618?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/7022517089196067618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=7022517089196067618' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7022517089196067618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7022517089196067618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-woke-up-today-thinking-about-somebody.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-8753062305867015126</id><published>2008-01-25T11:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T11:01:59.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daily Coyote</title><content type='html'>Wanna see a coyote go from this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R5ojxcos5wI/AAAAAAAAARk/jjr4c68sU84/s1600-h/wu1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R5ojxcos5wI/AAAAAAAAARk/jjr4c68sU84/s400/wu1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159475655513794306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R5ojxMos5vI/AAAAAAAAARc/tpZxtkwwnjw/s1600-h/wild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R5ojxMos5vI/AAAAAAAAARc/tpZxtkwwnjw/s400/wild.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159475651218826994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then go check out &lt;a href="http://dailycoyote.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Daily Coyote&lt;/a&gt;, watching a coyote grow is simply amazing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-8753062305867015126?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/8753062305867015126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=8753062305867015126' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8753062305867015126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8753062305867015126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-coyote.html' title='The Daily Coyote'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R5ojxcos5wI/AAAAAAAAARk/jjr4c68sU84/s72-c/wu1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-4869711358188508333</id><published>2008-01-19T09:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T10:28:03.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me x 105</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know I can't resist memes, Onie! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;105 Facts About You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;1. EVER BEEN GIVEN AN ENGAGEMENT RING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nah... I don't want one either :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;2. LONGEST RELATIONSHIP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We hit the 3 years one month mark this month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;3. LAST GIFT YOU RECEIVED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The flower on my new pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;4. EVER DROPPED A CELL PHONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO many times I don't know how it still works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;5. WHEN'S THE LAST TIME YOU WORKED OUT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*thinks*... I couldn't tell for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;6. THING(S) YOU SPEND A LOT OF MONEY ON?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I spend a lot of money on a lot of things.  Lately it's been the car ((new tires, new filters, oil changes, new lights etc.))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;7. LAST FOOD YOU ATE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sugar cookie with coke.  For bfast.  As bad as it sounds it was great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;8. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eyes and smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;9. ONE FAVORITE SONG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have a new one every week or so.  Now it's the one on my last post; Heart to Stone by Adele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;10. WHERE DO YOU LIVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Costa Rica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;11. HIGH SCHOOL YOU ATTENDED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;San Luis Gonzaga ((back in the years when it was a good school))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;12. CELL PHONE SERVICE PROVIDER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ICE, just like everybody else on this country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;13. FAVORITE MALL STORE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vertigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;14. LONGEST JOB YOU HAD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This one where I'm at now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;15. DO YOU OWN A PAIR OF DICE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;16. DO YOU PRANK CALL PEOPLE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never did, I chickened out before I called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;17. LAST WEDDING YOU ATTENDED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My cousin's... almost 3 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;18. FIRST FRIEND YOU'D CALL IF YOU WON THE LOTTERY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;19. LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR BEST FRIEND:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this morning when I woke up :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;20. FAVORITE FAST FOOD RESTAURANT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;KFC ((we don't have as many as you guys in the US))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;21. BIGGEST LIE YOU HAVE EVER HEARD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We'll give you a raise in 3 months, then another after one year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;23. WHERE'S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO EAT WITH FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depends who's with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;24. CAN YOU COOK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Like a pro :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;25. WHAT CAR DO YOU DRIVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2007 Chevrolet Celta.  Best! Car! Ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;26. BEST KISSER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;27. LAST TIME YOU CRIED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yesterday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;28. MOST DISLIKED FOODS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tomato and celery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;29. THING YOU LIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this is a tough one to answer.  I'm happy with myself now, after years of fiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;30. THING YOU DISLIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm unable to say NO, and if I do I feel guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;32. LONGEST SHIFT YOU HAVE WORKED AT A JOB?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;33. FAVORITE MOVIE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Harold &amp;amp; Kumar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;34. CAN YOU SING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can, but that doesn't mean I'm good at it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;35. LAST CONCERT ATTENDED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Santana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;36. LAST KISS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;37. LAST MOVIE RENTED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We rented Balls of (on?) Fire and Whisper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;38.ONE THING YOU NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE WITHOUT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just one?... my glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;39. FAVORITE VACATION SPOT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arenal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;43. LAPTOP OR DESKTOP COMPUTER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desktop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;44. FAVORITE COMEDIAN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;um... Robbin Williams I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;45. DO YOU SMOKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;46. SLEEP WITH OR WITHOUT CLOTHES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With.  I get cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;47. WHO SLEEPS WITH YOU EVERY NIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oreo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;48. DO LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIPS WORK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never been in one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;49. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BEEN PULLED OVER BY THE POLICE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Several.  Most of them for speeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;50. PANCAKES OR FRENCH TOAST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;French Toasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;51. DO YOU LIKE COFFEE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, but I'm not a big drinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;52. HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;however, they are always good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;53. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ASTROLOGY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;54. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;55. LAST PERSON ON YOUR MISSED CALL LIST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;56. WHAT WAS THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU RECIEVED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I'm on my way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;58. NUMBER OF PILLOWS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;59. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jeans, muscle shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;60. PICK A LYRIC, ANY LYRIC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lithium, don't want to lock me up inside.&lt;br /&gt;Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without...&lt;br /&gt;Lithium, I want to stay in love with my sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but God, I want to let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Evanescence, hearing it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;61. WHAT KIND OF JELLY DO YOU LIKE ON YOUR PB &amp;amp; J?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Strawberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;62. CAN YOU PLAY POOL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I used to be good at it, but haven't played in a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;63. CAN YOU SWIM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;last time I checked; yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;64. FAVORITE ICE CREAM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;65. DO YOU LIKE MAPS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yeah, why not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;66. TELL ME A RANDOM FACT ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:| I can't random right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;68. EVER ATTEND A THEME PARTY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we had seasons I would answer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 70. LAST TIME YOU LAUGHED AT SOMETHING STUPID?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do that all the time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 71. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP THIS MORNING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alarm rang at 4:40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 72. BEST THING ABOUT WINTER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gloves and scarves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 73. LAST TIME A COP GAVE YOU A TICKET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 75. NAME OF YOUR FIRST PET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had so many I can’t tell exactly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do remember about a duck named Jean-Paul ((lol))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 76. DO YOU THINK PIRATES ARE COOL OR OVERRATED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like’m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 77. WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS WEEKEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we’re staying home, probably watch some movies, cook, play with the kitties…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 78. BIRTHDATE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 27&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; 1979&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 79. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am what I want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 85. ARE YOU ON A LAPTOP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 87. ARE YOU SMILING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 89. DO YOU MISS SOMEONE RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luka… I was gonna bring him to the office and I should have. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s quiet in here today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 90. IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD WHERE WOULD YOU GO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends… but most likely Bogotá (&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Colombia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 91. WHAT HAPPENED TO 91?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 92. ARE YOU IN HIGH SCHOOL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 94. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NAME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can Cherry be a name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 95. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR BATHING SUIT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 96. DOES YOUR SCHOOL START IN AUGUST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 97. DID YOU GO ON VACATION LAST MONTH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did go on a mini-vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 98. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A CRUISE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nop, I’m not sure if I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 99. DO YOU HAVE A SISTER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 100. ARE YOU UPSTAIRS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 101. ARE YOU IN LOVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 102. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN THE HOSPITAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 103. DO YOU WISH YOU COULD SEE ANYONE PARTICULAR RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 104. WHAT JEWELRY ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earrings and a couple of bracelets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 105. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO AFTER THIS SURVEY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should work a little :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Go ahead and do it UAS... I know you want to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-4869711358188508333?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/4869711358188508333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=4869711358188508333' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/4869711358188508333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/4869711358188508333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-x-105.html' title='Me x 105'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-3700296934192592914</id><published>2008-01-15T11:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T11:15:41.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And I hear your words that I made up</title><content type='html'>Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EOZCGmt50jA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EOZCGmt50jA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-3700296934192592914?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/3700296934192592914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=3700296934192592914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3700296934192592914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3700296934192592914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-i-hear-your-words-that-i-made-up.html' title='And I hear your words that I made up'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-6176788286664412746</id><published>2008-01-14T11:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T11:48:17.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized last week that I need my weekly fix of "country" to be able to spend the rest of the week on the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean I'm a country girl?  I probably am... I remember that when I was a kid we lived in the middle of a coffee plantation that belonged to my grandpa ((damn how I miss him...)) Then my uncle build his house next to ours, then... a whole &lt;span onclick="dr4sdgryt2(event)" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;urbanization, and then another behind it and before I noticed "our" little neighborhood became huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="dr4sdgryt2(event)" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait to be home back from school to go play with my brother, sister and cousins on the coffee plantation, or go to my grandpa's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="dr4sdgryt2(event)" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;dairy plant and spend a couple of days there, chasing the calves and milking the cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*siiiiigh*....  those were some good ol' days.  I can't wait to move to the country again.  Red has been warned; I want a cow and some fainting goats so I can scare the shit outta them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R4ugKprPWII/AAAAAAAAAQ8/uNCgUVG2sfQ/s1600-h/lago+copey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R4ugKprPWII/AAAAAAAAAQ8/uNCgUVG2sfQ/s400/lago+copey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155390303302015106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-6176788286664412746?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/6176788286664412746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=6176788286664412746' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/6176788286664412746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/6176788286664412746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-realized-last-week-that-i-need-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R4ugKprPWII/AAAAAAAAAQ8/uNCgUVG2sfQ/s72-c/lago+copey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-2763381148611129701</id><published>2008-01-08T09:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:23:41.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How's the New Year treating you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thrilled to see what 2008 will bring. We have SO many plans, so many things we want to do that I just can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I want to do is really work on my photography.  We've been around the country for the last 2 months shooting for a calendar I want to make in December and I'm extremely excited about it.  The damn cold weather hasn't helped much but at least I'm finding the locations and shooting some tests; I know I'll have to return to those places but that's all part of the fun, aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R4OTIprPWHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/pf5zVUiATvU/s1600-h/tirol3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R4OTIprPWHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/pf5zVUiATvU/s400/tirol3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153124175477430386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I was going to keep the whining and the ranting to a minimum here as a part of all the changes I'm making in my life, but I'm not one to rub my happiness in people's faces, so I might be writing less and posting more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flea problem is over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you Jeebus&lt;/span&gt;.  I spent one whole day at the office looking for tips on how to control them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that if you have 2 animals, and treat them with Advantage or any of those things, the fleas will scape your pets and make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;their new home? We didn't know either...  I ended up with 2 cats and 1 dog free of fleas and a man full of them.  Finally we discovered that eucalyptus essence dissolved in water keeps almost all the bugs in line so I sprayed everything in the house with that and it worked beautifully (tip for those that didn't know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-2763381148611129701?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/2763381148611129701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=2763381148611129701' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2763381148611129701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2763381148611129701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2008/01/hows-new-year-treating-you-guys-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R4OTIprPWHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/pf5zVUiATvU/s72-c/tirol3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-1512375262828330027</id><published>2008-01-01T07:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T07:45:14.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>2008 is finally here and I'm hoping it will be better than 2007.  Not because last year was a bad one, but because I want things to be way better than they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if that doesn't make any sense.  I'm sitting here in my office after sleeping only a couple of hours and I'm exhausted.  We started this year returning something we needed to return about 2 years ago and that felt good, but before that we hopped on the car and sat in a dark place to see the fireworks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitties are doing fine, we had a flea problem last week but it seems to be under control now.  Red is doing great, thrilled to start a new year, just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been around a lot lately and having tons of fun.  Till next time; I'll leave you with a little church close to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R3pD2prPWGI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vKahmSV1Gic/s1600-h/PIC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R3pD2prPWGI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vKahmSV1Gic/s400/PIC_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150503730030794850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-1512375262828330027?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/1512375262828330027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=1512375262828330027' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1512375262828330027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1512375262828330027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R3pD2prPWGI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vKahmSV1Gic/s72-c/PIC_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-3867140847714904026</id><published>2007-12-21T09:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:08:54.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>where did december go?</title><content type='html'>jeez, it's already 21st!! Now we got the weekend to go, and then xmas will be on Tuesday.  After that? the year is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas theme? the month is basically over so no time for it.  Xmas post? nah, I'll probably post something on the 26th about the xmas lunch we have on the 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's call this my Merry Xmas Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all of you, may you have a wonderful time this year, surrounded by friends, family, and loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitty kisses to all ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-3867140847714904026?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/3867140847714904026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=3867140847714904026' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3867140847714904026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3867140847714904026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/12/where-did-december-go.html' title='where did december go?'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-7456293578732108293</id><published>2007-12-18T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T11:19:48.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Rumors of my death have been spread all over the internet.  But worry not, I'm still alive but buried in plants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Looks like December is the month to get plants around here on the Candee home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Red got us a xmas tree at the beginning of the month and we had been talking about how cool it would be to have our very own living xmas tree so we wouldn’t have to buy one every year or (heavens forbid) get a plastic one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes I know plastic trees kick ass and they last forever but that’s not the way I roll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I like my plants to be real.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So we stopped by this place where they sell a huge amount of plants and we were going to buy a simple, normal pine tree but we ended up buying a gorgeous &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Araucaria"&gt;Araucaria &lt;/a&gt;tree whom immediately became Luka’s best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They even share his favorite ray of sun in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On that same place where we got our tree Red discovered the beauty of carnivorous plants and he obviously had to have one. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, not only one, but we are going on 3 different species now…Don’t ask me what they are as I have no clue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I only know the one with the “big mouth” is called Venus Fly Trap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The rest are just “bug eating plants” to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2251/2120083513_d7a5e8c7c5_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2251/2120083513_d7a5e8c7c5_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these guys are growing like crazy all over the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2120083525_c9deea3e9b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2120083525_c9deea3e9b_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day they get big enough to catch a cat I'll throw them out the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2366/2120083503_9dba89f439_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2366/2120083503_9dba89f439_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2156/2120083507_307df09991_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2156/2120083507_307df09991_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love these ones, you spray them a little water and the sight is amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2387/2120083523_c818b9a885_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2387/2120083523_c818b9a885_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m still confused about how I feel about this plant. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I like it, their color is gorgeous once they open their “mouth” but when they are small and growing up they have hairs. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HAIRS I TELLS YOU!! Once they grow up they lose their ugly hairs and become beauties like this one :)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And if one tree and three carnivorous plants were not enough… Red got me a bonsai yesterday. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But not any bonsai… a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cherry &lt;/span&gt;tree bonsai, how cool is that? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No pictures for that one as it’s about to bloom, and I rather show it off then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R2f_SXr06PI/AAAAAAAAAQg/l1vCGUK5e14/s1600-h/PIC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R2f_SXr06PI/AAAAAAAAAQg/l1vCGUK5e14/s400/PIC_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145361790354647282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-me: now Pinup, look at the camera and say Cheeeeese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Luka: OMG did you say cheese? are we getting cheese today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-7456293578732108293?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/7456293578732108293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=7456293578732108293' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7456293578732108293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7456293578732108293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/12/rumors-of-my-death-have-been-spread-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R2f_SXr06PI/AAAAAAAAAQg/l1vCGUK5e14/s72-c/PIC_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-2931991032767368214</id><published>2007-12-10T12:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T12:57:23.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Luka is SO ready for xmas</title><content type='html'>He even wears his tie everyday waiting for Santa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R12L7_fcnxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/D3nK_w9N2t4/s1600-h/PIC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R12L7_fcnxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/D3nK_w9N2t4/s400/PIC_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142420212298850066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-2931991032767368214?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/2931991032767368214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=2931991032767368214' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2931991032767368214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2931991032767368214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/12/luka-is-so-ready-for-xmas.html' title='Luka is SO ready for xmas'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R12L7_fcnxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/D3nK_w9N2t4/s72-c/PIC_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-2728058232646896125</id><published>2007-12-03T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T13:23:40.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oreo + weekend</title><content type='html'>Probably because he's not the most photogenic dog there is, but I rarely take pictures of Oreo.  We bought him a huge new bed, complete with a big pillow and a blankie and he totally lurves it. He always watches out the window when I leave in the morning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2373/2084714308_5212dc2509.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2373/2084714308_5212dc2509.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had the most beautiful weather lately, so yesterday I escaped from the office and went for a ride.  I can't believe how much fun we have when we do this, it's like a mini vacation that gives me energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2394/2084714310_67fdce2bd3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2394/2084714310_67fdce2bd3.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures tomorrow on my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cherry-candee"&gt;flickr &lt;/a&gt;account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-2728058232646896125?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/2728058232646896125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=2728058232646896125' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2728058232646896125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2728058232646896125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/12/oreo-weekend.html' title='Oreo + weekend'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-2962021603519939087</id><published>2007-11-30T23:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:03:08.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R1D4sexMZuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/5GZ3_AoAUNU/s1600-R/PIC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R1D4sexMZuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/S9RtfLfiAgM/s400/PIC_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138880617887065826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R1D4texMZvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/i0PRe9iZlb8/s1600-R/PIC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R1D4texMZvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/uFqnOo0O7K8/s400/PIC_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138880635066935026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R1D4uOxMZwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5C1NtSrAk_s/s1600-R/PIC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R1D4uOxMZwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/jNK3bnTTw2c/s400/PIC_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138880647951836930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-2962021603519939087?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/2962021603519939087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=2962021603519939087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2962021603519939087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2962021603519939087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R1D4sexMZuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/S9RtfLfiAgM/s72-c/PIC_0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-1049414962086436489</id><published>2007-11-26T10:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T08:47:04.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little self pimpin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cherry-candee/2056881786/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2274/2056881786_7d05505354.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cherry-candee/2056881786/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt; taken in a forgotten place where I intend to go back pretty soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Edit***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instant satisfaction for cat lovers click &lt;a href="http://rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.ytmnd.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-1049414962086436489?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/1049414962086436489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=1049414962086436489' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1049414962086436489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1049414962086436489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-self-pimpin.html' title='A little self pimpin&apos;'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2274/2056881786_7d05505354_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-5117856483615757320</id><published>2007-11-23T12:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T12:58:19.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumble upon is amazing</title><content type='html'>I have found a couple sites with &lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/"&gt;Stumble Upon&lt;/a&gt; that I never wanted to visit... but overall it's a great tool to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the little treasures I've found is a website with pictures of a woman as she aged over the years purchased at a flea market.  I don't know why, but I find extremely fascinating to see how people change over the years and the clothes they used to wear and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm weird, no need to remind me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R0cgmIrJ97I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/nOEJInF1NHA/s1600-h/fl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R0cgmIrJ97I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/nOEJInF1NHA/s400/fl1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136109739574949810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dated 1938&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R0cg_orJ-CI/AAAAAAAAAPI/IqjNQ-JsQ7w/s1600-h/fl5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R0cg_orJ-CI/AAAAAAAAAPI/IqjNQ-JsQ7w/s400/fl5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136110177661614114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dated 1948&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R0chjorJ-DI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mOkR-J0h2tA/s1600-h/fl10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R0chjorJ-DI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mOkR-J0h2tA/s400/fl10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136110796136904754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dated 1953&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R0cgmorJ99I/AAAAAAAAAOg/uWgeI7btPPU/s1600-h/fl15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R0cgmorJ99I/AAAAAAAAAOg/uWgeI7btPPU/s400/fl15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136109748164884434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dated 1957&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R0cgmorJ9-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/-_g0Jdu4P_M/s1600-h/fl18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R0cgmorJ9-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/-_g0Jdu4P_M/s400/fl18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136109748164884450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dated 1961&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R0cg_IrJ-AI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oTcl3dVGMhs/s1600-h/fl21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R0cg_IrJ-AI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oTcl3dVGMhs/s400/fl21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136110169071679490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dated 1972&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R0cg_YrJ-BI/AAAAAAAAAPA/48v-X2i6MtM/s1600-h/fl25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R0cg_YrJ-BI/AAAAAAAAAPA/48v-X2i6MtM/s400/fl25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136110173366646802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see all the pictures &lt;a href="http://tbl.squareamerica.com/archives/2007/04/the_way_of_all.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-5117856483615757320?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/5117856483615757320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=5117856483615757320' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/5117856483615757320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/5117856483615757320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/11/stumble-upon-is-amazing.html' title='Stumble upon is amazing'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/R0cgmIrJ97I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/nOEJInF1NHA/s72-c/fl1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-4793287814972899671</id><published>2007-11-19T09:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T09:59:19.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>not all clients make me wanna kill them</title><content type='html'>Cherry: we have an account linked to that email address&lt;br /&gt;Cherry: but the name is completely different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Visitor: XYZ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry: yup&lt;br /&gt;Cherry: do you know that person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Visitor: ex wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Visitor: mean as a snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Visitor: but hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Visitor: 100k l8r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that guy simply made my day.  I can't remember the last time a customer made me LOL that hard :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great week guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-4793287814972899671?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/4793287814972899671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=4793287814972899671' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/4793287814972899671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/4793287814972899671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-all-clients-make-me-wanna-kill-them.html' title='not all clients make me wanna kill them'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-524301737186771281</id><published>2007-11-14T10:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T11:09:57.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The parking issue has been finally cleared, and I got to keep my parking space THANK GOD.  When I started working here I had to pay for a parking space in front of the office, which was very expensive and not worth it as it didn't even have a roof and the cars get fried under the sun.  Then I started leaving the car at Red's until a guy got stabbed right next to me in the bus stop 'cause someone was trying to steal his cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not willing to do any of those things again, specially with all this bad weather we've been having lately.  By the way, I discovered how awesome my boots are; their sole is very thick and I can walk over any water puddle I want to :D That's a lot of fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister finally got all things put together and she'll be leaving for Spain this Saturday.  I'm excited for her, cause she's all clear from her cancer and she will be studying something that she likes over there, but the egoist in me is thrilled to have the room all for myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will SUCK ASS to spend the xmas without her, but I'm sure she'll be having one hell of a time where she is.  She'll take some coffee to a dear friend that lives over there, and he'll send me a bottle of Absinthe *drolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had the best bath ever.  When I got home we went to buy fresh fish to make Red's new favorite; Fish n' chips and spent a good couple of hours cooking it.  After dinner he went to talk to a friend that was visiting his roomie and I headed for the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome.  Red bought me a bunch of goodies the other day and I just *had* to use them all; bubbles, foot scrub, body scrub, salts... I spent a good hour under the hot water and it was so therapeutic I plan on doing this at least once every 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sending out xmas cards this year.  If you want one shoot me an email with your address to oscherry at gmail dot com :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-524301737186771281?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/524301737186771281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=524301737186771281' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/524301737186771281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/524301737186771281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/11/parking-issue-has-been-finally-cleared.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-3850545366646242487</id><published>2007-11-13T10:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T14:53:28.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It’s been a weird couple of days here at the office. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On Friday the security guards from the office’s parking space tried to literally steal my parking spot from me; telling me that it wasn’t mine to begin with and they had assigned it to somebody else on the 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; floor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I talked to the admin lady from my office and reassured me it IS my space so I continued using it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now the security guards give me a hate look every time I past by because I didn’t let them use my spot ((pfttt!!)). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t give a fuck, but they shouldn’t have done that to begin with.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Saturday we started getting weird messages when checking the email, but I thought it was a new gmail feature. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Today I realized it’s a WebMonitor system we have now, and it has blocked VITAL pages for me, like Flickr and Photobucket. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And not only that; if an image is hosted in any of those 2 sites we can’t see it at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That means that for me, my blog has an ugly and simple white background now *cries*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know my way around it, like I found my way around YouTube… but it sucks. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The day they block the blogs I’ll jump out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know it’s work and we’re supposed to work yadda yadda yadda… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Le sigh…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;***EDIT***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I just got a text message from my sister.   She went to the hospital today and after some tests they told her she doesn't need to have yearly check ups on her cancer anymore and they hope it's gone forever.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Now that's some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome &lt;/span&gt;news!! :)&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-3850545366646242487?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/3850545366646242487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=3850545366646242487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3850545366646242487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3850545366646242487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-weird-couple-of-days-here-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-6888427705855789352</id><published>2007-11-12T10:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:12:27.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been so cold lately here, you guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's probably nothing for you up in the US ((or Europe)) but it's damn bad for a tropical country! We woke up with 11 Celsius a couple of days ago.  It's been kinda cool, because all the cats want to do is snuggle  with us under the covers and that's all we did on the weekend, basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked this awesome ((if I can say so myself)) oriental rice with chicken and ate while we watched some old, classic black and white cartoons under a ton of blankets :)  They are selling old Popeye, Betty Boop, Felix the Cat, etc cartoons in black and white at the supermarket now, and I want them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... it's been an easy weekend :) things at the office have slowed down, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sending out xmas cards this year.  If you want one shoot me an email with your address to oscherry at gmail dot com :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-6888427705855789352?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/6888427705855789352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=6888427705855789352' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/6888427705855789352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/6888427705855789352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-so-cold-lately-here-you-guys-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-6410953240130808681</id><published>2007-11-09T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T10:29:05.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Childless by choice</title><content type='html'>This is kinda like a follow-up to my last post as it got me thinking about a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have decided I will not have children. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I took this decision not too long ago, and I’m damn happy I did it.   &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;You could be wondering why… and the reasons I have might not be the best under your eyes, but they are MY decisions and I’m the one that has to live with them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to change my life. I don’t want to have to grow a huge bump in my body, to be left with a shit load of extra skin. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to stop drinking or smoking for nine months. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I like my life the way it is, so why would I want to change anything in it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RzSKuO5hIHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BhEpHKn2GbY/s1600-h/reproduce2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RzSKuO5hIHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BhEpHKn2GbY/s400/reproduce2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130878402359795826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t wanna wake up a thousand times during the night to have a baby sucking on my sore nipples. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to change smelly diapers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to carry a baby around for the next year, or two. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to spend a fortune on a cute shirt that will only be worn a couple of times. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to try to guess what the kid needs; I have enough trouble trying to understand my needs, or my partner’s needs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to do home works, I had enough trouble doing mine and I don’t feel like doing it all over again. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to sew a carrot costume for Saturday’s fair. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t wanna grow beans for science projects.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to deal with cruel classmates. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I definitely don’t want to deal with a teenager. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to deal with a broken heart for first time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want to deal with you wanting to drink a beer for the first time, or wanting to smoke a joint behind my back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will not deal with a bad son or daughter in law.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People often tell me “you don’t know what you’ll miss”… yeah, I might not know what I’m missing out, but I sure will know what you’re missing out because of the kids you had. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you will have to spend your Christmas bonus fixing your kid’s teeth; we'll be spending ours on a romantic getaway. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know you’ll spend your weekends doing homework; we'll spend our driving around the country and visiting unexpected places. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know you will be waking up early this Sunday because you need to take your kids to Sunday school or to soccer classes; I’ll be sleeping late and having breakfast served on the bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know you will go to bed late preparing that carrot costume; we'll be making love all night, and we’ll be loud.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know you will be spending money on school materials and uniforms; I’ll be getting a new wardrobe.&lt;o:p&gt;  I know you will be going to McD's for a &lt;s&gt;crappy&lt;/s&gt; happy meal; we'll be dining sushi and sake.  I know you'll be watching the Power Rangers Movie; we'll be watching Hostal II.  I know you'll struggle to maintain a family; we'll be spending our money the way we want to.  You'll be driving a family car; we'll drive a modified classic.  You'll have baby seats; we'll have leather seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, I’m egoist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I’m happy like this. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I rather be egoist and accept it, than having a kid just because that’s what women do and that’s what the bible says.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I rather do this than have a kid that will be neglected, or that will not be happy because the way I treat him/her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will never have anyone to look up to me, so I will never disappoint anyone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The things I say or do will never scar anyone for life; they will never be a theme for therapy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But most important, I will be happy. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**Bonus**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know the cost of raising a child? Use this &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/cost-of-raising-child-calculator?_requestid=230547"&gt;calculator &lt;/a&gt;and shiver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-6410953240130808681?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/6410953240130808681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=6410953240130808681' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/6410953240130808681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/6410953240130808681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/11/childless-by-choice.html' title='Childless by choice'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RzSKuO5hIHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BhEpHKn2GbY/s72-c/reproduce2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-350136761120816101</id><published>2007-11-06T10:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T13:20:55.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it with stupid women?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;this post is full of hate. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Feel free to jump all the way down to the stars **&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was just chatting with Bittersweet a moment ago, and we were talking about a mutual friend that we have that had a baby girl about 2 months ago, and Bittersweet told me that this pregnant woman went to have a pedicure done the day before her baby shower and climbed on some high heel sandals when she was leaving the salon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;EVERY woman on the face of the earth that has had a pedicure done KNOWS that they put a ton of lotion on your feet making them slippery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this mutual friend of ours didn’t know this, or didn’t care ((I’ll go with the second option)), climbed on the high heel sandals and fell, baby bump first, on the floor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Obviously, 2 days later she was running to the hospital because the baby was about to born, one month ahead of schedule.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have no words to explain the hate I feel at this moment towards this friend, whom I doubt I’ll continue to call friend from now on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is it with stupid women? Why do they have to act like this and leave us all looking bad? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lemme explain…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She’s my age.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She married 3 years ago to this complete, incompetent asshole that’s not good for ANYTHING at all, except for watching soccer. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He has a lame ass job that he loves because it’s not demanding at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They got married and they went to live to his mother’s house and she became a second mother to him, doing everything for him, cleaning the house and cooking dinner while he was laying flat on the couch watching soccer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She has a car that he uses all the time ((which is fine with me)) but she has gotten yelled at more than what you can imagine because the car doesn’t have enough gas and this asshole has to go out of his way to put gas on the car…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He picks her up from work, but since he’s so busy and can’t wait for his own wife to go out, he honks the horn like there’s no tomorrow and the apocalypses just started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she has this great idea of getting pregnant. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She doesn’t go to the doctor until she’s around 3-4 months pregnant. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She eats all the things she shouldn’t eat during her pregnancy, lots of sugar, lots of fatty foods.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She says her legs hurt, goes to see the doctor and he tells her that she needs to walk and move a little ((pregnancy is not a sickness, remember??!)) but she follows her mom’s advice and doesn’t move at all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do I need to say anything else?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why is it that people never follow advice? Why is it so hard to understand that if I’m giving you advice is because I know what I’m talking about because 1) I learned it in school or 2) because I’ve been through this and I know what could be the best/easiest way to do things?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I do know that the best way to learn things is the hard way, but you CAN NOT learn the hard way with a baby. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;***end of rant***&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks for wishing me well guys, I’m feeling a lot better today, even fixed my hair and put on my huge boots. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Looking good makes me feel better definitely :)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I still have a little cough but that should be gone in a couple of days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh and we're cooking Fish and chips UK style today, I even bought the newspaper this morning to serve it the way it should be :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if having only one day off is making me cranky…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RzC-T5aPHiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/t95ZFu1Zei0/s1600-h/jackson1AP_468x608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RzC-T5aPHiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/t95ZFu1Zei0/s400/jackson1AP_468x608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129809224612650530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can you believe this? it's amazing that he still claims he has done nothing to his skin.  What's even worse is that this is for Ivory magazine; an US magazine for black Americans... what a great example of a black person!!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-350136761120816101?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/350136761120816101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=350136761120816101' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/350136761120816101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/350136761120816101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-is-it-with-stupid-women.html' title='What is it with stupid women?'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RzC-T5aPHiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/t95ZFu1Zei0/s72-c/jackson1AP_468x608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-5028769459514124799</id><published>2007-11-05T08:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T08:31:14.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I seriously considered moving my day off from Thursday to Monday. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I left the house 25! minutes early because I feel so sick I didn’t feel like doing my hair so I just tied it in piggy tails.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I leave early, happy because I thought I wasn’t going to find any cars in the street. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was all good until I hit the highway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That shit was a parking lot today, and that was just outside town! Once I got to the capital it was already late and I found the same stupid amount of cars I find every Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’m hoping my boss sees me dieing here and sends me home. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;*sigh*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.savagechickens.com/images/chickenmonday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.savagechickens.com/images/chickenmonday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-5028769459514124799?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/5028769459514124799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=5028769459514124799' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/5028769459514124799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/5028769459514124799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/11/mondays-suck.html' title='Mondays suck'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-1306280152790565202</id><published>2007-11-02T11:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T11:46:00.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I gots teh flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RythIZaPHeI/AAAAAAAAANU/6fzD0_VYEuU/s1600-h/Sick_by_Arkaitse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RythIZaPHeI/AAAAAAAAANU/6fzD0_VYEuU/s200/Sick_by_Arkaitse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128299397579218402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teh flu sucks ass.  But what sucks the most is knowing that Red will get sick too and turn into a big whiny baby lol.  He's really not *that*bad but for some reason his flus always seem to be stronger than mine, and he ends up being sick for a longer time than me.  Oh well...  it's not the first time and definitely not the last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now that I look at this little image I posted I’ve been seriously thinking about coloring my hair red again. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was red-red like the girl on the image and it *really* looked good on me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My hair has been black for 2 years now after having it red for probably some 2 years and I really miss that color. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I got compliments about it everywhere I went and I really liked that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I changed it to black because I was fed up of coloring it every month… I wonder if I’m ready to go through that hell again…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll go talk to my boss and make a dick-puppy-I’m-about-to-die-face and she’ll probably let me go home early. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not because I’ll feel better, but because if I stay I’ll spread the germs and get all the staff sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image from &lt;a href="http://arkaitse.deviantart.com/"&gt;arkaitse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-1306280152790565202?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/1306280152790565202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=1306280152790565202' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1306280152790565202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1306280152790565202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-gots-teh-flu.html' title='I gots teh flu'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RythIZaPHeI/AAAAAAAAANU/6fzD0_VYEuU/s72-c/Sick_by_Arkaitse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-1651366140356465104</id><published>2007-10-30T09:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T10:30:46.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love smart street doggies</title><content type='html'>I love them all and wish I could take them home with me.  This morning when I was driving on my way to the office I was at a stop sign and saw a doggie walking on the side walk and I stared at him as I usually do, and got worried ((as usual...)) because of the large amount of cars that were on the street at that time.  The little doggie, who happened to have a beautiful beard ((if there's something that I love more than a smart street dog is a smart bearded street dog)), walked to the corner and stood there watching at the cars go by.   He sat and waited until there were no cars, then proceeded to cross the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered how street dogs learn to cross the streets? I do that *all* the time.  Nobody holds them and says "no" when they get too close to a car.  What amazes me even more is... how on earth would a street dog learn to go up the stairs, cross the &lt;span onclick="dr4sdgryt2(event)" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;pedestrian crossing, then go down the stairs to wherever he's going?  I've seen at least 3 different dogs use a particular pedestrian crossing on my way to the office.  I would stop and take pictures, but that's right on the middle of a highway so that wouldn't be too smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been extremely tired lately.  Working 6 days a week is really making me tired and all I wanna do is sleep once I get home.  That, and the weird attitude my boss has been having lately is killing me...  I'm used to try and fix things RIGHT AWAY and continue working, but she wants me to first let her know, then fill our a form and snail mail it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="dr4sdgryt2(event)" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;in triplicate to our IT department then wait until they decide to read the mail, put it in the queue and fix the issue 5 days after whatever it was got fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she should be happy that I act quickly and fix things immediately, rather than give me hell because I didn't let her know first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="dr4sdgryt2(event)" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got in a chat with what seemed to be a customer and he started saying really weird things about how he liked the picture I had on my desktop and that compact cars go a lot with just a little gas ((I do drive a compact)) and something else I can't remember.  I closed the chat&lt;br /&gt;and he got on again with my boss and he asked her about her kids, she got freaked out and had him banned off the chat.  That guy totally freaked me out :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found this video today, don't even know how I've been able to get to youtube lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qit3ALTelOo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qit3ALTelOo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find it &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Qit3ALTelOo"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;also.  Guys that love cats are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; so hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-1651366140356465104?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/1651366140356465104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=1651366140356465104' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1651366140356465104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1651366140356465104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-smart-street-doggies.html' title='I love smart street doggies'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-7019887763602077691</id><published>2007-10-26T13:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T15:32:20.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to let you know I'm still alive.  We've been very busy this week but as the weekend comes it looks like we're going back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't panic! I'm alive, doing well but busy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a wonderful weekend, and a lil' video for the cat lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1qiGyxPplAw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1qiGyxPplAw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-7019887763602077691?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/7019887763602077691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=7019887763602077691' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7019887763602077691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7019887763602077691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/10/hi-guys-i-just-wanted-to-let-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-5893243999945575625</id><published>2007-10-23T08:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T09:31:43.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Luka the pirate</title><content type='html'>The batteries on my camera died yesterday so the only pics I have of Luka's cast are without anything written on it.  I have to get rechargeable batteries *so* bad.  Took me forever to be able to get this pics out of the camera with only a little life left on the batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Rx4Et51bUuI/AAAAAAAAANE/7XrkJLVMrkc/s1600-h/lukita.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Rx4Et51bUuI/AAAAAAAAANE/7XrkJLVMrkc/s400/lukita.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124538612659737314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's cast had red hearts on it, he looked adorable.   I tell him he has a peg leg because of the little noise he makes when walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This other picture was during the weekend.  Red was petting Luka and they both fell asleep.  Tell me, how can I not love this man to death? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Rx4Et51bUvI/AAAAAAAAANM/TgqTx8XxQmA/s1600-h/red%2Blu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Rx4Et51bUvI/AAAAAAAAANM/TgqTx8XxQmA/s400/red%2Blu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124538612659737330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added a couple of boxes on the right hand side for you to donate &lt;a href="http://www.thehungersite.com/clickToGive/home.faces?siteId=3&amp;amp;link=ctg_ars_home_from_ars_freewaystohelp_sitenav"&gt;food and car&lt;/a&gt;e for rescued animals and another to donate &lt;a href="http://www.thehungersite.com/clickToGive/home.faces?siteId=2&amp;amp;link=ctg_bcs_home_from_ars_home_sitenav"&gt;free mammograms&lt;/a&gt; to women in need.  Please click on them when you're around, it's free and it really helps :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-5893243999945575625?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/5893243999945575625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=5893243999945575625' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/5893243999945575625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/5893243999945575625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/10/luka.html' title='Luka the pirate'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Rx4Et51bUuI/AAAAAAAAANE/7XrkJLVMrkc/s72-c/lukita.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-2966480267517868685</id><published>2007-10-22T11:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T12:16:33.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized I'm not going to have a retard weekend anymore for quite some time :(  I started working 6 days a week this past week and I don't wanna :(  Oh well, it is what it is and I better get used to this soon 'cause it won't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had totally forgotten about my Carpal Tunnel Syndrome until a yesterday.  It started hurting again as I had more work to do here so I had to bring my orthosis today.  I'll need to get a special keyboard if it gets really bad, but I hope it doesn't get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red removed the stitches from Luka's leg and it looks great.  What is still a pain in the ass is the little cast he has to use because he continues to walk weird without it.  I'm afraid that they damaged some muscles while taking the pin out, but I guess it's still too soon to know.  That would really suck, but in the meantime I'm having fun drawing and writing things on his cast.  I have some pictures but i can't find the cables for the camera &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;((I think I lost them))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-2966480267517868685?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/2966480267517868685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=2966480267517868685' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2966480267517868685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2966480267517868685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-just-realized-im-not-going-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-3921355762982504628</id><published>2007-10-20T09:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T10:27:47.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caturday!!!</title><content type='html'>I wonder all the time why people say that cats are bastards and animals that care only for themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.modernpooch.com/archives/seeingeyecat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.modernpooch.com/archives/seeingeyecat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago I had a kitty but she escaped... long story.  I had her for less than 6 months probably, so  the experience I had with cats was very... limited I guess.  Now that we have this two cats, I convince myself more and more each day of how sweet they can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get home, the moment I step out of the car the first thing I hear is Luka meowing like crazy.  The first 2 times he did that I ran to open the door because I thought there was something wrong.  The only wrong thing with that little bastard is that he misses his mommy way too much ♥.  He peeks and sticks his head out the second floor trying to get me pet him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASAP&lt;/span&gt;, because he can't live without being petted.  He loves to be held like a baby, belly up, and loves even more when I stick my nose under his chin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago Red was a bit down, and we were on the bed talking.  It was impossible for us to remove Pinup from his chest; she wanted to be there purring so hard we had to throw the comforter on top of her because we almost couldn't hear each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure they fight and give us a little trouble from time to time, but that's nothing compared to all the love we get from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-3921355762982504628?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/3921355762982504628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=3921355762982504628' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3921355762982504628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3921355762982504628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/10/caturday.html' title='Caturday!!!'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-3251615577069960382</id><published>2007-10-19T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T10:05:46.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>busy, for a change!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wow first day I work after we started taking US players and we’re already busy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not complaining, don’t get me wrong, this is gonna be good for our company, and hopefully good for us the employees too, I’ll just have to get used to work hard as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know if this has happened to you in the past, but after you work like crazy and you stop, it’s very hard to go back and get used to work hard, but I’ll get there. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m happy we’re busy again &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had totally forgotten how charming I can be on the phone with customers lol&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend everybody! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-3251615577069960382?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/3251615577069960382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=3251615577069960382' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3251615577069960382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3251615577069960382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy-for-change.html' title='busy, for a change!!'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-7581085192678722314</id><published>2007-10-16T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:11:25.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the law is back in town</title><content type='html'>after what seemed one of the best weekends of my life I'm back to &lt;s&gt;boring&lt;/s&gt; regular, normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been *so* fucking weird to have my sister back... sure I missed her, but I miss more having the room for my own ((yes, I'm that egoist)).  She brought a whole lot of shit from the UK and it's now all around the house.  I miss being able to go to bed and get up making as much noise as I wanted, sleeping with Oreo next to me, knowing my things will be right there where I left them... *sigh*  I just *can't* wait for December...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents also came back.  They were supposed to arrive on sunday but the weather has been so crazy lately that they had to land in Panama and spend the night there.  They came back yesterday morning and brought me English tea *drools*.  I know I live where the best coffee in the world is produced, but I'm not a big coffee fan myself.  So my parents... yeah they loved Europe, they had tons of fun and whatnot, but the moment I got home last night they started nagging...  The dog this, the curtains that, the time the other and the whateverthefuck some other thing.  I guess that's they way of saying they care, but can't they just wait a little before they start with all this shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sure know how to drive me crazy sometimes.  I didn't set the house on fire, they should be happy about that :) oh well, I guess I'm happy they're back too... happy in my own &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy &lt;/span&gt;way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((what's with all this spam I get on the office mail? the other day I got one that said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your penis will make more shadow than a three &lt;/span&gt;lol... I can only imagine that))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday we went to Red's parents to celebrate his birthday.  It's funny because his family is not that much into celebrating as I'm used to, they didn't even sing happy birthday! which seems very odd to me, since my mom used to call every single relative available and have them sing happy bday for us.  We got loaded with food, we ate lunch over there and brought a shit load of food home, including a cheesecake and another cake which I don't know the name in English.  but you betta believe me, it's goooood.  My mom got him the cutest shirt from Prague with a couple of cats on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cats... Red had to put some improvised cast on Luka's leg, as he's walking incorrectly now that the pin is out.  I swear Luka is the best cat on the world... he just sat there and stared at Red while he put the cast on him, purring like the little bastard that he is.  I swear that if this had happened to Pinup, Red would be on a mental hospital at this moment after trying to give her 2 pills twice a day and rubbing ointment on her leg and chasing her around so she wouldn't eat her cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today our boss came back... we're going back to the US market and back to ((hopefully)) being as busy as we were when I started here, exactly one year ago today.  That's good because I'll have more things to do, which will make the day pass by faster, but I got so used to doing nothing all day that I'm gonna be extremely tired for some time.  I remember when I started here I worked over 70 hours per week.  I know it's not going to be the same, but just thinking about it makes my brain get numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably ((hopefully)) have to do hiring and training in a month or so because we might get understaffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's good to be back to what we used to be here on the office, and good to have my sis and parents back home, but it's sure gonna be a pain in the ass for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people insist on lying? I totally hate that, but I hate it even more when they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make me&lt;/span&gt; lie for them.  I just got a call from a financial institution regarding one of my coworkers, they wanted to verify his information... he said he had been working here for over 2 years when he's been here less than one year, and he said he makes twice as much as he really does.  I don't give a flying fuck if he lies about all these things, I mean, if he can't pay he can't pay and I shouldn't care about that, but I do care when this can get me into trouble for verifying fake information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liars should all be shot.  It doesn't matter the reason that you have to lie; if you're doing it most likely you're trying to hide something.  And I'm not the one to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- rant--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-7581085192678722314?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/7581085192678722314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=7581085192678722314' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7581085192678722314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7581085192678722314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/10/law-is-back-in-town.html' title='the law is back in town'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-2686177833864304507</id><published>2007-10-10T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:31:47.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>looks like I'm gonna have a busy rest of the week.  my sister is coming back today from the UK and we're gonna go pick her up, then my parents will be here on sunday.  Red's birthday on monday and I'm gonna be off ((!!!)) and we'll go visit his mom one of these days so she can give him bday cake *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing interesting to report other than that.  What are your plans for the weekend? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-2686177833864304507?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/2686177833864304507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=2686177833864304507' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2686177833864304507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2686177833864304507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/10/looks-like-im-gonna-have-busy-rest-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-9006098479146118428</id><published>2007-10-08T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T10:29:06.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh this retard weekend was goooood.  Saturday was a pain in the ass in the office, most of the systems failed and nothing is working fine yet, nothing I can do so I don't plan to worry about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we woke up at 1pm and spent most of the afternoon watching the Spongebob marathon on Nickelodeon and playing with the cats.  It was awesome to be able to do nothing for a good part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2140/1512011545_3b4f47b4d2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2140/1512011545_3b4f47b4d2.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2062/1512011559_0db3389f77.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2062/1512011559_0db3389f77.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RwpLjZ1bUoI/AAAAAAAAALs/5Qj1jfNSMh0/s1600-h/1512022853_4f95f5d8a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RwpLjZ1bUoI/AAAAAAAAALs/5Qj1jfNSMh0/s320/1512022853_4f95f5d8a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118986998062469762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luka is the less photogenic cat ever... for some reason ((probably because he was a street cat)) he has a spot between the ears and the eyes with only a little hair, so I have to place the camera strategically so you don't see he's going bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Pinup? looking as gorgeous as always.  Chest and ear hair have never been sexier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah... that's us... looking dorky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you guys ask, no, I didn't go &lt;a href="http://www.ticotimes.net/daily.htm#story4"&gt;vote&lt;/a&gt;, and yes, I feel bad I didn't.  When we realized it was almost 6 pm and we still needed to take a shower and drive all the way to my hometown so we didn't even try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to my dear friend Andrea who created my new header.  Isn't it extremely cool? ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-9006098479146118428?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/9006098479146118428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=9006098479146118428' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/9006098479146118428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/9006098479146118428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-this-retard-weekend-was-goooood.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RwpLjZ1bUoI/AAAAAAAAALs/5Qj1jfNSMh0/s72-c/1512022853_4f95f5d8a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-4030905890582034068</id><published>2007-10-05T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T10:19:00.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we picked up Luka from the vet on tuesday and it's all good.  He has only a couple of stitches compared to the 10+ he got the fist time and he's so damn happy to have that pin outta his leg! if you could see him you would never guess he had an operation less than a week ago, he's walking around the place just fine, the only thing is that he curls up his paw when he walks but he did the same just after he broke his leg so I know he'll be walking normally very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet where we go is at an animal shelter, the same one where we got Pinup from and I was freaking happy to see all the kitties that they had on Sunday had been adopted by Tuesday... that means that the silly looking kitty was adopted too ^^.  But we get there and the fist thing I see is... a white cat with cow-like black spots *faints*.  Needless to say I begged and begged but Red kept saying no :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have to get a kitty and say "look what I got you for your birthday" so he'll have to take the little bastard, no way he'll say no to a gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*entering r'tard weekend mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice one guys :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-4030905890582034068?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/4030905890582034068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=4030905890582034068' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/4030905890582034068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/4030905890582034068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-picked-up-luka-from-vet-on-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-7056560588983656069</id><published>2007-10-02T08:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T09:31:11.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'>kitty talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_48pIyTbrm4A/Rvx_cete9SI/AAAAAAAAAQE/9lyaKHccSfg/s1600-h/boobjob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_48pIyTbrm4A/Rvx_cete9SI/AAAAAAAAAQE/9lyaKHccSfg/s1600-h/boobjob.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we took Luka to the vet on sunday to have the pin removed from his leg.  In case you don't know or don't remember he broke his femur when he fell from a window 4 months ago.  The bone was split in 2 completely so they had to put a pin through the bone so it could consolidate properly ((ugh)).  They were going to just leave the pin there but when they took a X ray it showed that the pin has moved and it was very near his hip joint so it was better to remove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta call the vet later on the day and see if he's ready to be picked up... *sigh* poor baby, he's *so* used to be picked up and loved and kissed all the time that he must feel lonely being in a cage all day.  Last time he was there all the girls fell in love with him because every time they entered the room where he was he would cry so they would pet him, and when they got close he would lay belly up, ready to be loved lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Pinup... she's been all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm the only cat so pet me, pet me, pet me, pet me, pet me goddammit!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those little brats, they are *so* spoiled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for the lolz... what happens when you mix 2 of the biggest memes on the internet? you get &lt;a href="http://lolsecretz.blogspot.com/"&gt;lolsecretz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RwJbzJ1bUjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jU4SP3dwT2E/s1600-h/boobjob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RwJbzJ1bUjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jU4SP3dwT2E/s400/boobjob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116753061017768498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RwJbzZ1bUkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6-68Ecl6QVQ/s1600-h/likes%2Bto%2Bsheds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RwJbzZ1bUkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6-68Ecl6QVQ/s400/likes%2Bto%2Bsheds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116753065312735810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and I found the silliest looking cat ever on the shelter on Sunday, but Red didn't let me take him home :(  if it was up to me I would adopt a new kitty once the others grow up enough so I can have tiny kitties around me all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day... *evil laugh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-7056560588983656069?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/7056560588983656069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=7056560588983656069' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7056560588983656069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7056560588983656069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/10/kitty-talk.html' title='kitty talk'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_48pIyTbrm4A/Rvx_cete9SI/AAAAAAAAAQE/9lyaKHccSfg/s72-c/boobjob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-8709247325945384533</id><published>2007-09-26T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T13:39:15.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: ABC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.helpinganimals.com/photos/640_dita_von_teese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.helpinganimals.com/photos/640_dita_von_teese.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more info &lt;a href="http://www.peta.org/feat-abc_campaign.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-8709247325945384533?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/8709247325945384533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=8709247325945384533' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8709247325945384533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8709247325945384533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/09/wordless-wednesday-abc.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: ABC'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-6682128292417248203</id><published>2007-09-24T10:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:10:11.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My boss came back to the office on Thursday after being out for a month.   That means that, probably, I'm going back to blogging more, or as often as I did a month ago.  I've heard some rumors that we are going to have to fire people AGAIN and that's really going to suck ass.  I'm not worrying atm, not because I think that I'm 100% safe here, but because I win nothing at all if I worry this early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that sucks ass&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that when you tell somebody "I use this service" and they go ahead and use it, and something goes wrong, they think you can do something about it?  People in the office started using the same mail service I use to bring things from USA, and every time something happens they all want me to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that sucks ass&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are leaving for Europe on Friday... and that's going to suck for me, cause I'll have to be home early every night because poor little Oreo will be alone and outside the house and it's been raining in biblical proportions lately.  He *loves* playing in the rain for some weird reason and he gets all stinky when he does that.  I'm gonna have to cut his hair very short so he doesn't smell that bad :( I love to see him with long hair because he looks big and extremely fat; cutting it will only make him look thinner and he'll be cold for a couple of weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that sucks ass&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could decor completely our place but I can't.  Red's roommate is a pig and extremely messy and stupid, so we can't buy nice things because he'll ruin them, if we buy glasses he'll break them even if he doesn't use them, if we buy kitchen towels we'll find out he used them to clean his shoes, if we buy nice saucepans he uses them and burns the food and ruins them.  Fuck,  we can't even keep the walls clean because he puts his dirty nasty hands in them when he's going upstairs and now they are all dirty.  We'll have to wait till January...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that sucks ass&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, needed to get that out the system :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and this is for bren (lol) too bad it doesn't move &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MAGGIE%7E1.CHA/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MAGGIE%7E1.CHA/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MAGGIE%7E1.CHA/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MAGGIE%7E1.CHA/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MAGGIE%7E1.CHA/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MAGGIE%7E1.CHA/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Rvfr7Z1bUiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WTsRIU7-efU/s1600-h/poke.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Rvfr7Z1bUiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WTsRIU7-efU/s200/poke.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113815307682271778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-6682128292417248203?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/6682128292417248203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=6682128292417248203' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/6682128292417248203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/6682128292417248203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-boss-came-back-to-office-on-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Rvfr7Z1bUiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WTsRIU7-efU/s72-c/poke.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-7154831367339585876</id><published>2007-09-19T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:01:35.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: Coolest sea creature ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2007/08/photogalleries/sea-creatures/images/primary/deepsea4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2007/08/photogalleries/sea-creatures/images/primary/deepsea4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More available &lt;a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2007/08/photogalleries/sea-creatures/photo4.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-7154831367339585876?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/7154831367339585876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=7154831367339585876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7154831367339585876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7154831367339585876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/09/wordless-wednesday-coolest-sea-creature.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: Coolest sea creature ever'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-731994030548077242</id><published>2007-09-17T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:35:39.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping didn't kill me :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yeah… it didn’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We almost had a heart attack the second night tho… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We set the fire and ate and stayed there talking until the fire died.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we picked up all of our things, the garbage and everything and went inside the tent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We talked for a couple of hours or so and finally fell asleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We had been sleeping for one hour or so when a weird noise woke us up. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We were fully awake and staring at each other in 2 seconds and the noises continued; it was a noise of a plastic bag. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I asked Red “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did we pick up everything from outside?&lt;/span&gt;” he said we did and he was 100% sure we didn’t leave anything behind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Then he said “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well… we probably didn’t, don’t worry, it’s just a plastic bag floating around with all this wind&lt;/span&gt;”. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As he finished that sentence we started hearing footsteps and I saw a *huge* shadow cross a side of the tent… and I start to freak out. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We started whispering about what we should do; stay inside and wait, look out the windows, or go out and all I say is no no no no don’t do anything, let’s wait. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then we heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and when Red decided he was going out to check, Rambo knife in hand, we heard a breathing noise… which clearly came from a horse.  And the bag? a garbage bag that we left behind and never realized we did *rolls eyes*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That’s as close as I’ve ever been to “scared to death”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1388/1397243173_85ab6cdf20_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1388/1397243173_85ab6cdf20_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The camping zone, the fucking horse came from those woods behind the tent.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The tent turned out to be HUGE, Red can stand in the middle of it perfectly. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We took a mattress with us to avoid any back pains and it was an awesome decision. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We’ll buy an inflatable mattress so it’s easier to carry around.  Even with the mattress and all we still had plenty of empty space inside the tent.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1165/1397253857_9a8553f29f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1165/1397253857_9a8553f29f_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;That’s the view from the camping zone; this place is called Sanatorio Duran and it was a sanatorium years ago for people with tuberculosis. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After that, if I’m not mistaken, it was turned into a jail and then abandoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1260/1398194504_04f16522d6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1260/1398194504_04f16522d6_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;This is what you see in f&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;ron&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;t of the Sanatorium; it now belongs to some association or something for the farmers and they grow carrots as you can see up there, potatoes and onion. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1199/1397244009_26e2e172e2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1199/1397244009_26e2e172e2_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;They also have a few milk cows around and this is the place where they keep’em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1397253861_97d0af1745_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1397253861_97d0af1745_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;This is my favorite picture and the place I like to look at the most up there. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That old vehicle is an ambulance that they used back in the days when this was a sanatorium. You might recognize that little church from another picture I’ve posted here before, but I just can’t take enough pictures of that place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-731994030548077242?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/731994030548077242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=731994030548077242' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/731994030548077242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/731994030548077242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/09/camping-didnt-kill-me.html' title='Camping didn&apos;t kill me :-)'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1397253861_97d0af1745_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-1727734096847650160</id><published>2007-09-13T10:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T10:43:38.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized this will be my 100th post.  It took me about 5 months to write 100 entries... this only proves one thing:  I can write a lot of shit when I'm bored hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a car freshener yesterday, it's shaped as an ice cream and it smells like one too.  It's damn cute.  My car is practically the only thing that is not full of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little personal details&lt;/span&gt;, as I like to call them, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bunch of shit&lt;/span&gt;, as Red calls it sometimes... but that's only because there's not a lot of room in your car to put things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped on a Oreo's shit this morning.  I had to go back home and wash *both* shoes... but not even that is going to ruin my good mood today because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking excited I can't wait.  Cross your fingers for me and pray it doesn't rain, cause we'll have a bonfire and make hot dogs and kill a couple marshmallows.  It has not rained in the last couple of days after 2 weeks of daily rain so I'm optimistic about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in the office for 2 hours now and it seems like the damn clock is not moving.  ((yes I'm watching you, move, move, move motherfucker!!!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is a holiday here, so I moved my day off to Friday, that means I'll have tomorrow, saturday and sunday off and I can't freaking wait.  Last time I had more than 2 days off in a row was over a year ago; the last time we went on vacation.  Now that I think about it I haven't printed the pictures for that trip... I wonder if that film is still good.  It would be a shame if it's not, I took some fine pictures back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where we're going is not spectacularly beautiful so I won't take my camera, just the crappy digital in case we get to see a ghost.  Didn't I tell you? we're camping on a haunted place :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great weekend everybody, wish me luck, I'll be back on monday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ktnxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-1727734096847650160?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/1727734096847650160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=1727734096847650160' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1727734096847650160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1727734096847650160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-realized-this-will-be-my-100th.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-1832357504651979006</id><published>2007-09-11T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T09:31:03.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been thinking about changing my car for quite some time now. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I have is nice but there’s something missing in it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know, I wanted my car to show a little bit more about my personality and who I am and all that. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I tried to do that with bumper stickers on my actual car but it didn’t quite work as I wanted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This morning I found a picture of the car I want:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Rua0C0vUdrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vFC2485RRDw/s1600-h/bunnyslippers.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Rua0C0vUdrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vFC2485RRDw/s400/bunnyslippers.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108968787908261554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be hard with the rainy days but I'll figure something out :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-1832357504651979006?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/1832357504651979006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=1832357504651979006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1832357504651979006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1832357504651979006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-been-thinking-about-changing-my-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Rua0C0vUdrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vFC2485RRDw/s72-c/bunnyslippers.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-2251226446144625281</id><published>2007-09-10T08:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T08:29:39.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a sucker for online tests</title><content type='html'>that every time I see one I have to take it.  It's amazing how true this all is.  It's called the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/6711512663497470889/Quick-Painless-ENNEAGRAM"&gt;Quick &amp; Painless ENNEAGRAM test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your Enneagram type is FOUR (aka "The Romantic") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am unique"&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romantics have sensitive feelings and are warm and perceptive. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to Get Along with Me &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give me plenty of compliments. They mean a lot to me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a supportive friend or partner. Help me to learn to love and value myself. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Respect me for my special gifts of intuition and vision. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Though I don't always want to be cheered up when I'm feeling melancholy, I sometimes like to have someone lighten me up a little. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't tell me I'm too sensitive or that I'm overreacting! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I Like About Being a FOUR &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;my ability to find meaning in life and to experience feeling at a deep level &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my ability to establish warm connections with people &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;admiring what is noble, truthful, and beautiful in life &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my creativity, intuition, and sense of humor &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being unique and being seen as unique by others &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having aesthetic sensibilities &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being able to easily pick up the feelings of people around me &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's Hard About Being a FOUR &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;experiencing dark moods of emptiness and despair &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feelings of self-hatred and shame; believing I don't deserve to be loved &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling guilty when I disappoint people &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling hurt or attacked when someone misundertands me &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;expecting too much from myself and life &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fearing being abandoned &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;obsessing over resentments &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;longing for what I don't have &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FOURs as Children Often &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have active imaginations: play creatively alone or organize playmates in original games &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are very sensitive &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel that they don't fit in &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believe they are missing something that other people have &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attach themselves to idealized teachers, heroes, artists, etc. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;become antiauthoritarian or rebellious when criticized or&lt;a href="http://henrygrey.eu/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;not understood &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel lonely or abandoned (perhaps as a result of a death or their parents' divorce)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it Thursday already? Looks like we'll go camping then and I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-2251226446144625281?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/2251226446144625281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=2251226446144625281' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2251226446144625281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2251226446144625281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-such-sucker-for-online-tests.html' title='I&apos;m such a sucker for online tests'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-203447825040967458</id><published>2007-09-08T08:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T08:12:12.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been sitting here for the last hour thinking about what to say... and there's no easy way to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I received a call letting me know that a friend passed away... one of the persons that always knew how to make me laugh, the first one to ever give me a nick name that made me laugh... he used to call me Saby based on a very stupid call we received once from a drunk customer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he finally finds the peace that always seemed too hard to find... he deserves it ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RuLHbkvUdqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-8XGnChgBDw/s1600-h/balloongirl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RuLHbkvUdqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-8XGnChgBDw/s400/balloongirl2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107864203924108962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-203447825040967458?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/203447825040967458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=203447825040967458' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/203447825040967458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/203447825040967458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-been-sitting-here-for-last-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RuLHbkvUdqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-8XGnChgBDw/s72-c/balloongirl2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-8678422659229097643</id><published>2007-09-07T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T12:59:47.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>damn stalkers</title><content type='html'>I'm SO fucking mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;why can’t people just live their lives and stay the fuck out of mine?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I need a vacation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only the blog thing, but I need to get away from everything for a good couple of days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good thing we finally got our tent… can’t wait for next week to go camping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fuck, I would get the hell out of here right now and get lost if I could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hafta go to a fucking baby shower tomorrow, and tomorrow is my best friend kid’s birthday also and I don’t wanna go to any of those.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Can I call them and say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m lost in the mountains, I’m not gonna make it? &lt;/span&gt;or even better &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t really feel like going; I’m going to stay home and smoke until I drop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-8678422659229097643?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/8678422659229097643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=8678422659229097643' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8678422659229097643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8678422659229097643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/09/damn-stalkers.html' title='damn stalkers'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-6432550127676166374</id><published>2007-09-05T08:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T08:54:14.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.savagechickens.com/images/chickenbonus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.savagechickens.com/images/chickenbonus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I swear this guy sounds like he works in my office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-6432550127676166374?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/6432550127676166374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=6432550127676166374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/6432550127676166374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/6432550127676166374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/09/word.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-2495878963978516490</id><published>2007-09-04T08:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T08:48:19.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Riiiing riiiing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;helloo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy on the phone:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juancho? ((Juancho is like saying John ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy on the phone:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isn't this Juancho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no sir... can't you hear I'm a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy on the phone:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mmm.... so.... this is not Juancho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- click&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-2495878963978516490?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/2495878963978516490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=2495878963978516490' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2495878963978516490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2495878963978516490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/09/riiiing-riiiing-me-helloo-guy-on-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-1499446042170096078</id><published>2007-09-03T09:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:17:30.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My room.  Let me show you it.</title><content type='html'>All of those that arrived to my new blog address say YO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to change it... but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to your regularly scheduled blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago &lt;a href="http://lecturasuave.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dave &lt;/a&gt;was talking about all the shit he has in his room, so we came up with the idea of a meme about our messy rooms and all the things we have, and here it starts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was yesterday morning. I didn't clean it or anything, I just made the bed.  I'll have to say this isn't as messy as it has always been.  I share this room with my sister at my parent's house.  Click on the pictures to see a bigger version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RtwrsUvUdpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ciDxf3n_iVQ/s1600-h/PIC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RtwrsUvUdpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ciDxf3n_iVQ/s400/PIC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106004118012720786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my bed on my side of the room.  In front of it there's a rug with cats, a little dog and a cool devil black cat with green eyes, big dracula-like teeth and wings.  The blanket on top of it all is from Peru, courtesy of my mom.  On top of the bed I have several socks that my mom threw just before I took the picture, the thing where I carry the nintendo around and the sheet I printed from the bank showing the charges I didn't do ((bastards...))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that big ball-like creature is either a dog or a bear ((we have never been able to find out what it is)) and it's a gift from Red and I sleep with it every night.... yeah I do and I'm not ashamed to admit it :D (lol)   Then some chinese little lamps that give great light for special moments ((ehem...)) and my black hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the light yellow wall there's a print out of &lt;a href="http://www.yoavrogovin.com/images/frida-02.jpg"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;Frida Kahlo paint and a cat drawing.  On the dark yellow wall I have a copy of &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redcherrycandy/490233492/in/set-72157600193130110/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;picture.  It's the very first picture I ever took of Red and I love it.  Then some more Red pics hanging from strings.  A mirror and some wings.... a yellow dog on the floor.  The bedside table looks like shit and I just noticed lol.  this is all I have on that table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RtwrrkvUdnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3fvundm7mGE/s1600-h/PIC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RtwrrkvUdnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3fvundm7mGE/s400/PIC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106004105127818866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plant that had some really cool flowers, a kitty bank ((lol)), a bank receipt, the eye mask so I can sleep late, a house-shaped box with Splenda on it ((dunno what it's doing there)).  On the plastic box there's a little devil that Red made for me, a kaleidoscope, some ear drops for Oreo, a love note on a heart-shaped post-it, a spoon and a vet note for the ear drops.  On the back there's the window with a wooden box from a country I can't remember, some incense sticks, more cats, a gargoyle and a Russian &lt;a href="http://russian-crafts.com/nest.html"&gt;Matrioshka &lt;/a&gt;.  The kitty you see on the upper right corner is a kitty scarf and it has some weird gel inside that you can heat on the microwave.  Best gift ever for a person that's always cold, like me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how the ceiling looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RtwrrUvUdlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JeoxPluwqCs/s1600-h/PIC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RtwrrUvUdlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JeoxPluwqCs/s400/PIC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106004100832851538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red totally hates it; he says there's too many shit up there but I love it.  There's an oriental flying woman on the front, star shaped lamp make of paper, a couple of butterflies and a chinese paper lamp, 3 different wind chimes and that mexican skeleton-butterfly, but that's my sister's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the other side of the room we have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RtwrrkvUdmI/AAAAAAAAAJs/QQXBVO7Oi2k/s1600-h/PIC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RtwrrkvUdmI/AAAAAAAAAJs/QQXBVO7Oi2k/s400/PIC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106004105127818850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a table with a lot of shit on it.  On the wall there's a fairy print, a collage made by Red and a kitty print that's a bday gift from the lovable &lt;a href="http://montemplar.deviantart.com/"&gt;Alan&lt;/a&gt;.   Various shit, mugs full with all sorts of things, a tower with empty CD cases and more shit that I won't even bother to describe.  Under it there's my loved huge boots and a box full of things with candles on top of it.  This box has all sorts of papers and I hadn't opened it in probably 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close up of all the things on top/around the speaker:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Rtwrr0vUdoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GuV3WHW-VrQ/s1600-h/PIC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Rtwrr0vUdoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GuV3WHW-VrQ/s400/PIC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106004109422786178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's another piggy bank in the shape of a cat.  it's made of wood and it has a small sister cat next to it, a wooden rooster, my DS, &lt;a href="http://www.slavelabor.com/product-exec/product_id/264/nm/Spooky_Squeek_Toy"&gt;Spookie the thing that squeeks&lt;/a&gt;; this is from Jhonen Vasquez, the creator of &lt;a href="http://www.slavelabor.com/product-exec/product_id/183/nm/Johnny_the_Homicidal_Maniac_1"&gt;Johnny the Homicidal Maniac&lt;/a&gt; comic and &lt;a href="http://www.nick.com/all_nick/tv_supersites/zim/"&gt;Invader Zim&lt;/a&gt;, my cell phone and a scarf.  A nativity scene that was a gift from a Peruvian friend along with the angel on the speaker, an angel hugging a kitty and another cat.  On top of the speaker there's a couple of wooden cats and another one at the back, a chicken, a reindeer and an unicorn bean babies, the Peruvian wooden angel, a cat with angel wings and and a &lt;a href="http://www.littleappledolls.com/"&gt;Little Apple Doll&lt;/a&gt; that's probably the coolest thing I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go.  This is my meme and I'll tag you if I want to.  So I'll tag you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;to do this :)&lt;br /&gt;yeeees!! do it, it's a lot of fun and we get to see the things you like :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-1499446042170096078?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/1499446042170096078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=1499446042170096078' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1499446042170096078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1499446042170096078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-room-let-me-show-you-it.html' title='My room.  Let me show you it.'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RtwrsUvUdpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ciDxf3n_iVQ/s72-c/PIC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-6034374746824440118</id><published>2007-09-02T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T10:35:16.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm fucking pissed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even had to interrupt my fucking retard weekend due to how fucking pissed I fucking am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we went to a motherfucking burger king to buy fucking dinner.  We had a problem with a dumb ass employee last time we fucking went there and they overcharged us and gave us the wrong fucking order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday they ran my card two fucking times.  I called the fucking bank and the fucking useless employee tells me they take 45 motherfucking days to give me my money back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are fucking saved it wasn't a lot of money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motherfuckers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-6034374746824440118?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/6034374746824440118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=6034374746824440118' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/6034374746824440118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/6034374746824440118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-fucking-pissed-i-even-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-7389700060963383065</id><published>2007-08-28T09:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:46:36.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've felt uninspired lately... I guess it's related to what I posted a couple of days ago.  I used my brain so much I think it's already malfunctioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just know I'm here and I'm ok.  I'm still playing Lost in Blue and I've managed to survive on that island for 115 days. Woohoo I'm so good *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;we're going to a soul, disco and funk concert on Thursday; that should be fun.  The singer is this wonderful and beautiful black girl whom I worked with long time ago.  I remember when she started singing and how hard it was for her to find a place to hire her.  Now she recorded a disc and has several concerts a week.  It feels good to see someone you know make their dreams come true :)  I'm thinking of buying some high ISO film so I can take some cool pictures of her but I dunno...  I'll have to think more about it, besides if we end up with a very shitty table where I can't take the pictures I would be very upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;There will be a ticoblogger meeting on BlogDay, if by any chance you haven't heard about it you can see some details &lt;a href="http://sincensura.ticablogger.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  It seems like the meeting will be at someone's house and everybody is thinking of drinking till they fall... I'm waiting for all the details but if this is it, then I'm probably not going.  I don't like the idea of just stepping into someone's house, specially if I don't know this person, but I might be able to live with that... what I dislike the most is the idea of people wanting to get together with the excuse of meeting other bloggers but with the solely intention of getting drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the only thing that Costa Ricans seem to do is get drunk?  when I heard about it I thought that a ticoblogger meeting would be something really cool since I've met a lot of very smart and interesting bloggers, but I guess the alcohol culture that we live in has taken over.  What a shame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;we went shopping yesterday and ended up at one of this Chinese stores where you find a little bit of everything.  We walked out with a bag full of shit and spent only $20 in the process :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a plant with lots of little yellow/red flowers.   As silly as that might seem, it's amazing how a little plant makes our house feel more like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;home &lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-7389700060963383065?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/7389700060963383065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=7389700060963383065' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7389700060963383065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7389700060963383065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-felt-uninspired-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-8097191517538484376</id><published>2007-08-27T10:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T12:47:02.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was going to write a moronic post about zombies and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing and then realized it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waaaaaayyyy toooo moronic&lt;/span&gt; to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just say that if you saw and liked  &lt;a href="http://www.28dayslaterthemovie.co.uk/"&gt;28 Days Later&lt;/a&gt;, you should see &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/28_weeks_later/"&gt;28 Weeks Later&lt;/a&gt;; it's great and probably even better than the first one.  Definitely worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-8097191517538484376?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/8097191517538484376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=8097191517538484376' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8097191517538484376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8097191517538484376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-was-going-to-write-moronic-post-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-7067542202797640455</id><published>2007-08-27T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T09:37:23.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not ashamed to be the person that I am today</title><content type='html'>because it's always worth it, no matter how hard it's been, there's always a prize in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FBFBFB" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYvlGZhJ3L0Vmbu0WdoJXahJndlxmL3d3d/Staind%2520-%2520So%2520Far%2520Away%2520%255BGuiguide%255D.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#FBFBFB;border:#9900FF;button:#FF00CC;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its not what it was before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All these feelings I’ve shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And these are my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I’d never lived before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody shake me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I, I must be sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now that we're here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the struggle we thought was in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One life contained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They all finally start to go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now that we're here its so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I feel like I can face the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can forgive and I’m not ashamed to be the person that I am today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are my words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I’ve never said before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I’m doing ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this is the smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I’ve never shown before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody shake me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I, I must be sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so afraid of waking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don't shake me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Afraid of waking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don't shake me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-7067542202797640455?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/7067542202797640455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=7067542202797640455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7067542202797640455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7067542202797640455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-not-ashamed-to-be-person-that-i-am.html' title='I&apos;m not ashamed to be the person that I am today'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-4974790348327855144</id><published>2007-08-24T08:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T09:54:12.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not standard</title><content type='html'>People has turned their heads to look at me for way too many reasons.  Because I use HUGE boots, because I use very deep cleavages, because my skirts are too short or too long, because I wear black or because I have tattoos... I got my first tattoo over10 years ago, back when NOBODY had them, and I got some serious looks back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and honestly, what do you win out of this? NOTHING AT ALL.  Why? because I, ((and this is a personal opinion)) I don't  want people on the street looking at me for the way I look on the outside.  The way I look is just that; THE WAY I LOOK, and it doesn't reflect 100% what I am.  Am I a daughter of Satan and I'm planning the Armageddon just because I dress in black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;centuries ago, when I started studying psychology I was dieing to be one of the group, to be one of the babes that dressed in pink and used to go out and drink after classes and had cell phones.  This was when nobody had a cell in this country and studying in a private university was "in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my dad gives me his old, brick-looking cell phone because he was terrified that I had to take a bus at 9pm to go home.  I got my pink clothes and went to drink with the babes after class.  Did I become a better person? no... did I get better grades at school? no...  Did I get more boyfriends? nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the only time I tried to "fit in" and once I did, I realized that's not what I wanted.  I have discovered one thing through the years, and that is that people that look awesome, impeccable and to die for, are not worth it.  They are GREAT to look at, but that's it.  They spend way too much time trying to look good on the outside that they forget there's something inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once dated a guy that was one-hot-piece-of-ass.  The girls used to make a pool of drool every time he walked by.  When we started dating all my friends hated me because they wanted to date this hot guy.  But you know what?  we spent most of our time looking :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing to talk about.  If I imagine a conversation between us it would be something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey, what do you think about the CAFTA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh it's ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but what do you mean it's ok? are you going to vote yes, are you going to vote no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dunno... I just think it's ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:  :|&lt;br /&gt;him:  :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that worthy?  sure it's cool to hear "wow, that guy is the hottest piece of ass ever, I envy his girlfriend" knowing that you are that girlfriend that they envy so much, but there's nothing to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been there, done that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time that you take dressing up, putting make up on, doing your hair and all that is time that you are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not living&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes, it's cool to look good and it makes you feel good too, but wouldn't it be better to be out there in the world &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;living&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to take for-fucking-ever to get ready when I was in school.  Now I don't need to look like a model every time I walk out of my house.  On my days off I don't mind just fixing my hair in a pony tail and running out of the house because we have places to go, because we have a life to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because living your life makes you an interesting person and you got more to talk about other than fashion, the things you have to do to look *this* good or what's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because life is out there, life is not in front of your mirror trying to guess what is your best side or what make up looks better on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when you are *out there* the looks don't matter as much as you thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my friends chat with me on the msn because they know they can discuss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything &lt;/span&gt;with me, because we can have an interesting conversation or because they want advice, not because they can see my gorgeous picture on the msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when you are under the covers you are truly naked, and the best conversations are when you are only wearing your brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not going to look *this* &lt;s&gt;&lt;r&gt; fucking incredibly hot&lt;/r&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;r&gt;  good when I'm 80, and I don't want my "friends" to walk away when I get wrinkled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when I'm 80 I want to have something to talk about with Red, and not only talk about how good we looked when we were young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/r&gt;but most important, because I want people to want to be with me because of my brain and my heart, not because of my ass or my cool clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;r&gt;&lt;r&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/r&gt;&lt;/r&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-4974790348327855144?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/4974790348327855144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=4974790348327855144' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/4974790348327855144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/4974790348327855144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-not-standard.html' title='I&apos;m not standard'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-769549565698801152</id><published>2007-08-22T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T10:32:26.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: hot kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fotografia-przyrodnicza.art.pl/galeria/zdjecia/384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.fotografia-przyrodnicza.art.pl/galeria/zdjecia/384.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://standanddeliver.blogs.com/dombo/images/060214_animal_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://standanddeliver.blogs.com/dombo/images/060214_animal_love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://interestinganimals.net/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/kissing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://interestinganimals.net/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/kissing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/42623000/jpg/_42623695_out3_416_ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/42623000/jpg/_42623695_out3_416_ap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-769549565698801152?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/769549565698801152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=769549565698801152' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/769549565698801152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/769549565698801152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/08/wordless-wednesday-hot-kisses.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: hot kisses'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-3125428358038892776</id><published>2007-08-18T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T09:27:13.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caturday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1114/1159554043_06011a417b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1114/1159554043_06011a417b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as seen in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://apelad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hobotopia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and won't sleep today, see if the kitty is right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watching tv the other day and there was this commercial that really shocked me.  Now I'm not the one to get shocked over anything, but let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commercial is about 2 cars at a stop light, one is a convertible sports car and the other is a regular sedan.  There are 2 kids driving.  Kids, not young guys, not adults.  Kids as in I-just-got-my-license kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they look at each other and start accelerating their cars while the light is red.  They look at each other and make their cars roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the camera goes to the kid in the sedan, and what you see is girl ((as young as the kids driving the cars)) rising from under the driving wheel, with her hair all messed up and cleaning her mouth, evidently she was giving the other kid a blow job.  Then the light turns green and the sedan leaves, and the sports car is already out of gas.  So what they are trying to sell is a car that's very economic and doesn't use a lot of gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like a commercial that you would see in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FX_%28TV_network%29"&gt;FX&lt;/a&gt;, Fox, HBO or any other channel during prime time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;what was so shocking about this commercial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 4pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were watching Cartoon Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your caturday guys, I'll be back on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;my brain will be here in a couple of weeks&lt;br /&gt;I got a new one but it got backordered&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-3125428358038892776?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/3125428358038892776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=3125428358038892776' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3125428358038892776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3125428358038892776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/08/caturday.html' title='Caturday!!'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-3349053485655465816</id><published>2007-08-17T12:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T13:19:40.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>be prepared...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1125/1150120431_d22f4fd919.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for a long r'tard weekend!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 15th was mother's day here so everybody is having Monday off, so I'll be back on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got much to say, but got some pictures to show you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1402/1150120341_680827bc9b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1402/1150120341_680827bc9b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the living room, there's a mini bar in the back and a restroom next to it.  I love that bathroom; people that's visiting have no business using mine :| lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1125/1150120431_d22f4fd919.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1125/1150120431_d22f4fd919.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have the dinning room.  I've been wanting to get some flowers to put on that table but I always forget...  the window you see on the back is a window to the laundry room... I won't be showing off the messiness of that room but it's a tad small.  Just big enough for the washer, drier and cat things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1040/1150120471_77bfd01d7c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1040/1150120471_77bfd01d7c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be displaying the messiness of the kitchen because I'm loving my new kitchen.  Red wanted to put some curtains but I told him not to; I love looking out the window when I'm cooking or doing the dishes.  We might get some just to make the kitchen look pretty... some color would look good there.  Maybe yellow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is ok with the house as it's right now, but I feel it needs cute things.  I have a couple of pictures I want to hang, ya know, personalize it a little bit.  There's a lot of space to put things on the walls, so I'm gonna be busy with that for a while :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the first floor, it has 2 small rooms and one bathroom.  It was messier than the laundry room so I didn't take any pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1431/1151042624_be1c66494a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1431/1151042624_be1c66494a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luka looking out th window.  The other house just had one tiny window facing "the outside world" so this is the first time they truly look out the window and they are loving it.  If anybody knows what's the best way to clean/wash a cat tree I would really appreciate it.  They have one but it's stuck in the laundry room because it's dirty; we wanna clean it and put it in our room so they can look our the window as much as they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1327/1151042636_08570a5cdd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1327/1151042636_08570a5cdd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Pinup's close up, not much to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1248/1151042648_19e59f4dc3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1248/1151042648_19e59f4dc3.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My ball.  Let me show you it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally; this is for Brenna :) Oreo and his loved ball.  He actually has like 4 of them and won't go anywhere without them.  He even puts one next to him at night when he's going to sleep ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes to all the Peruvian families who lost their loved ones on the earthquake 2 days ago.  I have several friends over there but they are all OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing pink today :|&lt;br /&gt;I feel weird&lt;br /&gt;way too girly&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice weekend y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-3349053485655465816?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/3349053485655465816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=3349053485655465816' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3349053485655465816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3349053485655465816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/08/be-prepared.html' title='be prepared...'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-1501209458572341271</id><published>2007-08-15T10:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T10:39:49.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.unoriginal.co.uk/comics/toon222god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.unoriginal.co.uk/comics/toon222god.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RsMmYQC2YxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/BID-HV-9yKc/s1600-h/PIC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RsMmYQC2YxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/BID-HV-9yKc/s400/PIC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098961401179169554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jesus vive en mi pez?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.seeitornot.faketrix.com/content/funnies-pics/page-2/originals/gods-driving-game-funniest-toons-comics-strip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.seeitornot.faketrix.com/content/funnies-pics/page-2/originals/gods-driving-game-funniest-toons-comics-strip.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.supertechnogirl.com/images/Pets/GodMakesTheSnakeCartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.supertechnogirl.com/images/Pets/GodMakesTheSnakeCartoon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-1501209458572341271?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/1501209458572341271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=1501209458572341271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1501209458572341271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1501209458572341271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/08/wordless-wednesday-religion.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: religion'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RsMmYQC2YxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/BID-HV-9yKc/s72-c/PIC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-4736362173831176420</id><published>2007-08-14T11:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T11:34:38.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Red downloaded for me one of the best video games I’ve played so far. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m not a big video game player, so I know there will be a ton better than this one out there but I’m loving my &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/ds/adventure/survivalkids/index.html"&gt;Lost in Blue&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s about a couple of kids stranded on an island.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Woohoo, big deal &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well, I’m having tons of fun with it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s not a typical “walk around and do shit” game, you actually need to do specific things to be able to survive; you need to rest, eat, drink water to survive. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You need to walk the island to find food, but as you walk you get thirsty, hungry and tired, and you need to care for the girl also and bring food that’s going to be enough for both of you and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, but you get to dig for food using the touch screen, and when you light a fire, you actually need to *blow* to keep the fire alive; the console has a mic in it and it’s very sensitive, so if you blow too hard the fire dies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I probably look super stupid blowing into a Nintendo LOL&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://n-next.com/lost/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://n-next.com/lost/3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The girl will cook for you, but if you talk to her enough and take good care of her, she will love you and make you better food, which will keep you alive for longer, and even take care of a goat so you both have milk ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So it’s a lotta fun, I died probably like 20 times the first day I was playing it, but I’m learning what needs to be done.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((I just went looking for game images and found out there is a Lost in Blue 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!... I’m probably going to be hooked up to these games for like 4 years…))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*** &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I climbed up some really high heels today. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I feel like if I trip I’ll break my head, cause it’s so high up there with these heels…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wish me luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-4736362173831176420?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/4736362173831176420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=4736362173831176420' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/4736362173831176420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/4736362173831176420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/08/red-downloaded-for-me-one-of-best-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-8260885380783244852</id><published>2007-08-13T09:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T09:21:42.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday morning traffic is the worst.  It took me for-fucking-ever to get here this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are always accidents on the road, but they are usually minor accidents, kinda like the guy that slows down and the one behind him doesn’t stop on time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But today we had 2 somewhat serious accidents. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One had 4 cars and an ambulance, and was blocking one lane. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The other one was with, if I’m not mistaken, 5 cars, with one ending up in the space between the two ways and the other just in the middle of the street, blocking both lanes.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Why do people run so much on Mondays? I have the theory that because they have off 2 days they oversleep on Monday morning and they have to drive faster because of that.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And to make things worse, costarricans are SO  nosey that we block the streets in order to see what the hell just happened. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’ll have to admit it, I do slow down just a little when there’s an accident, but only because I always check and see if it’s my dad or my aunt that always travel at this time.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I remember years ago that some asshole didn’t stop at the light and hit my car, but it was nothing. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Literally nothing, and we had tons of cars slowing down to see what’s up, and I even remember a couple of buses full of people not only looking out the windows, but literally *out* the windows so they could take a closer look&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-8260885380783244852?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/8260885380783244852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=8260885380783244852' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8260885380783244852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8260885380783244852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/08/monday-morning-traffic-is-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-3970977093064868606</id><published>2007-08-11T09:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T09:10:57.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>entering r'tard weekend mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/ahhhh-caturday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/ahhhh-caturday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-3970977093064868606?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/3970977093064868606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=3970977093064868606' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3970977093064868606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3970977093064868606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/08/entering-rtard-weekend-mode.html' title='entering r&apos;tard weekend mode'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-2671266644555770548</id><published>2007-08-10T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:31:36.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh that was a nice couple of days.  We got there late late late! it was a long drive up there and the traffic didn't help at all, but once we managed to get there it was awesome.  The more we go there the more I like this place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had the bed decorated with rose petals creating a heart in the bed but Red took them away before I could take a picture.  He almost got killed because of that, but then I realized a dead man was no good for a night in the mountains so I let him live.  Besides, I needed him to start the fireplace  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RrysWwC2YwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rvrmMOfQZxo/s1600-h/chimenea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RrysWwC2YwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rvrmMOfQZxo/s400/chimenea.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097138385130513154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't that picture cool? I know it's dark and whatever, but I love how you can only see the fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... that's about all the details you're getting about that night, you pervs!!! ((lol))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-2671266644555770548?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/2671266644555770548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=2671266644555770548' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2671266644555770548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2671266644555770548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-that-was-nice-couple-of-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RrysWwC2YwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rvrmMOfQZxo/s72-c/chimenea.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-9054115386767523161</id><published>2007-08-08T10:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T10:22:05.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: tonight :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tirolcr.com/sitebuilder/images/Cafe_Concert-372x274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.tirolcr.com/sitebuilder/images/Cafe_Concert-372x274.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tirolcr.com/sitebuilder/images/Museum-373x277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.tirolcr.com/sitebuilder/images/Museum-373x277.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tirolcr.com/sitebuilder/images/Picture_041-365x270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.tirolcr.com/sitebuilder/images/Picture_041-365x270.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tirolcr.com/sitebuilder/images/Patio2-373x276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.tirolcr.com/sitebuilder/images/Patio2-373x276.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-9054115386767523161?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/9054115386767523161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=9054115386767523161' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/9054115386767523161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/9054115386767523161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/08/wordless-wednesday-tonight.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: tonight :-)'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-787060530974985331</id><published>2007-08-07T10:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T10:51:11.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;officially finished moving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first time Red moved he only had clothes and a couple of other things; now he has a whole load of shit. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But we are finally done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With the moving, that is, because we still need to buy those things whatevertheirnameis to hang the curtains and a couple of other things I know I’m forgetting at this moment.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cats are getting used to the house, each at their own rhythm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luka, the Forrest Gump of all cats, is already settled and obviously happy to have a new place to explore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday when I got home I opened the door to let them in the kitchen and he started running like there’s no tomorrow, and completely forgot about his broken leg and pin. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;((that’s good because he really needs to start using that leg, but it’s also bad because he runs and *always* trips)) So he runs like there’s no tomorrow, trips and slides on his side for probably one meter on the kitchen floor and stops right next to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He then proceeds to sit and stare at me with a :D face, like nothing happened. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He’s such a dork&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pinup did what she always does, which is stay in the room meowing her lungs off, but still you can barely hear her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She stays there and cries for a little while, then she moves to the door and does the same, then she moves under the kitchen table. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She stays there for a while, then hurries to the laundry room where we keep the food and litter, does what she needs to do and runs back to the room and hides under the bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a lotta fun to see how different they are. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh and now they found a new toy: the curtains *rolls eyes*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the last picture I took of them.  I can't remember if I already posted it, but kitty pictures never hurt ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1412/695917222_fde296864f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1412/695917222_fde296864f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;((this picture sucks btw, you might want to open it if you really want to see them... I hate it when my pictures don't fit and get compressed))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m *so* loving our new house. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The master room is huge, the tub is awesome, the walk in closet is small but we can live with that. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The kitchen is *fucking huge*, the laundry room is a little small, but we bought a dryer and that solved any possible issue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have a nice dinning room, the living room is nice and there’s an extra restroom in there. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The place is surrounded by windows and we keep them open all the time, so it doesn’t smell like smoke all the time anymore. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That’s what we have upstairs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Downstairs we have 2 small bedrooms for Red’s roommate, one bathroom and the garage. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is what I love about the place the most, because we don’t hear him *at all*. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He could be killing somebody down there and we wouldn’t notice. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But what I love the most about the place is the vibe… but how do I explain this?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kinda like haunted houses, I guess, where something bad happened and you can feel it in the house. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s like whatever happened there is now part of the house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This place has an awesome good vibe to it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The moment I get in I feel happy and… it’s hard to explain. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Let’s just say the place makes me happy.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And now I can safely say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hated the old house and I’m damn happy we got out of there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-787060530974985331?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/787060530974985331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=787060530974985331' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/787060530974985331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/787060530974985331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/08/sigh-we-officially-finished-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1412/695917222_fde296864f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-1926695082789930825</id><published>2007-08-03T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T10:27:18.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we moved a ton of shit yesterday, luckily the big heavy things were already taken care of by the guys on Wednesday, but there are a ton of small things to arrange and put on its place and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red has been working his ass off to have the place ready ASAP, I'm hoping we have everything ready by the end of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no retard weekend this weekend, I have some mourning to elaborate...  I'll just say this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Dante, I miss you a lot and think about you very often.  If you ever come back, please don't think we left you behind.  The house sucked and you knew it :)  I'm really sorry I never got to photograph the heart-shaped spot you had, but I always thought we had more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/227/490254828_19349df9bf.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/227/490254828_19349df9bf.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-1926695082789930825?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/1926695082789930825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=1926695082789930825' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1926695082789930825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1926695082789930825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-tired-and-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-5621741097134848754</id><published>2007-08-01T14:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T14:37:20.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna pretend it's Thursday. And that WW is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ww&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys finally set the deal and they are starting to move as I type.  Meaning I'll get home to the beautiful monkey-ish smell of 3 guys after moving a ton of shit from one place to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zexy :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to drop by somewhere and buy batteries so I can take pictures of the place.  I just hope I don't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if we didn't score ourselves a jacuzzi, we got a laaaarge &lt;/ww&gt;bathtub &lt;ww&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ww&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- ww break --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-5621741097134848754?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/5621741097134848754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=5621741097134848754' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/5621741097134848754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/5621741097134848754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/08/guys-finally-set-deal-and-they-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-1482396856699636905</id><published>2007-08-01T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T12:16:39.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Joining &lt;a href="http://blog.of.leghump.org/"&gt;Brenna and Orion&lt;/a&gt; on their tradition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.savagechickens.com/images/chickenwaste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.savagechickens.com/images/chickenwaste.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/blog-rating"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" src="http://mingle2.com/img/bb/blog_rating/nc-17.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.savagechickens.com/images/chickenwaste.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-1482396856699636905?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/1482396856699636905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=1482396856699636905' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1482396856699636905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1482396856699636905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/08/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-8629677671030068534</id><published>2007-07-31T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T11:49:04.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after being off for 2 days in a row I hardly remember how to blog :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just started downloading some pictures I took and this is how the camera "files" look like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Rq9o3wC2YtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aBuWnZUu-UQ/s1600-h/fucked+camera.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Rq9o3wC2YtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aBuWnZUu-UQ/s400/fucked+camera.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093405010578268882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HALP!! What the hell is this and why is this happening?I tried deleting the files but when I do it says the file can not be read :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If anybody knows what can I do I would really appreciate it, and think about you every time I take a picture and take a picture of whatever you want me to ((if I can, obviously, don’t ask me to take a picture of an albino monkey eating a huge red banana with his golden teeth…)). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’ll also try to save you when the world ends if you are near me.  I promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thursday we went ((again)) up the mountains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can’t tell you guys how much I love doing so; the weather rocks and the view… it’s just something I can’t explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We always drive up there talking crap and joking or simply singing along something we both like on the radio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the way up we stopped by this bagel place and bought food to go make a picnic.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This time I did take my camera with me, but ((as usual)) I forgot to bring extra batteries. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The damn thing worked on and off the whole trip ((which could explain all those weird files I found today)) but I was still able to take a couple of pics&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1321/963781621_c47ce08b26.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1321/963781621_c47ce08b26.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1333/963781663_4b1eb51b24.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1333/963781663_4b1eb51b24.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is dark and not focused&lt;br /&gt;but it gives you an idea of how cool this place is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1013/963781943_237e7564f2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1013/963781943_237e7564f2.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1020/963781843_e2eb641cbb.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1020/963781843_e2eb641cbb.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is on the way to a big farm my grandpa used to have. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I always loved to stop here and take a look down. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My grandpa always told us there was an “endless hole” in that property, and that they had to circle it with barbwire because all the cows this guy had kept falling in it and disappearing. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now I don’t know how much of this is true, or if this is a story my grandpa told us to keep us entertained, but I think it’s one of the coolest places I’ve ever been to. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ever since I heard that story I’ve wanted to go down there, get a rope around my waist and just go down and see what’s down there.  Given the place’s location and the way it looks, it can be a “dead” volcano… you can’t tell the *volcano shape* from the pictures so you’ll have to trust me on this one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You can see the hole here&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;((don’t laugh at my arrows LOL))  You're gonna have to click on the picture and open it, otherwise you won't be able to see my sucky arrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Rq9xWQC2YuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9CVZsuCFbMc/s1600-h/hole.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Rq9xWQC2YuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9CVZsuCFbMc/s320/hole.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093414330657301218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Red’s house contract expires today :|&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They ((Red and his housemate)) had not decided what to do, whether to stay there, to find a place for both of them to live or to find a place each on his own. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I wouldn’t want him to stay because no matter how big and pretty the house is its falling apart. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They started fixing some things here and there, but the owner said, after they made a ton of fixing, that he was not going to pay for all that, after he said that he was going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Saturday they still didn’t know what to do. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I started looking at ads in the paper and found this awesome place, 3 bedrooms, 2 baths. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The master room had a walking closet and a Jacuzzi. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The moment I read the magic word *Jacuzzi* I called the guy and set up a visit. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To make a long story short: we went there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We loved it. We went home dreaming of that damn Jacuzzi. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Red talked to his housemate. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The guy said “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we’ll talk about this later&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t like that. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Red didn’t like it either.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We waited. And waited.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When he finally returned home, he said “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we’ll talk about it tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;”. I didn’t like that. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Red didn’t like it either.&lt;span style=""&gt;  I couldn't sleep thinking about the damn house.  &lt;/span&gt;The next day the guy slept till around noon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He decided he wanted to see the house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Red called. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The house was rented.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bitched about it the whole day.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We spent all Sunday driving around, looking for houses or apartments and we didn’t find anything AT ALL. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Probably august is not the best month to look for a new place. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They went to this place yesterday and it sounds like heaven on earth ((without a Jacuzzi)) but I don’t wanna jinx it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They’ll have to decide today and start moving today, ‘cause probably the owner will want them out by tomorrow :| if not, they will have to make a new contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now some more pictures, in case it wasn't already enough :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;first, some public humiliation.  I won't say anything... I'll only say WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Rq90bgC2YvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0VIz1hQuYc8/s1600-h/tee+hee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Rq90bgC2YvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0VIz1hQuYc8/s320/tee+hee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093417719386497778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and the last one; Red and his new pipe.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1074/963782037_70d256757c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1074/963782037_70d256757c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-8629677671030068534?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/8629677671030068534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=8629677671030068534' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8629677671030068534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8629677671030068534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/ugh-after-being-off-for-2-days-in-row-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Rq9o3wC2YtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aBuWnZUu-UQ/s72-c/fucked+camera.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-3089153962832031821</id><published>2007-07-27T11:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T11:34:47.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is part of a chat I had just a while ago with my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melania: are you busy?&lt;br /&gt;me: nope&lt;br /&gt;me: whappen?&lt;br /&gt;melania: I have a problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* she just spend about 15 days with her boyfriend in Spain so the first thing I thought was PREGNANT* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heart stops beating*&lt;br /&gt;me: ok... what's up?&lt;br /&gt;melania: I'm cooking this thing...&lt;br /&gt;*heart beats again*&lt;br /&gt;me: ok.... and??&lt;br /&gt;melania: I'm doing half recipe&lt;br /&gt;melania: the whole recipe says you need to use 3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;me: mhm....&lt;br /&gt;melania: how do I get 1 1/2 eggs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r'tard genes run in the family... or since she's on the other side of the world, it's already r'tard weekend for her :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-3089153962832031821?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/3089153962832031821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=3089153962832031821' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3089153962832031821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3089153962832031821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-part-of-chat-i-had-just-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-1261664959202136977</id><published>2007-07-27T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T10:12:35.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you had that coming motherfucker!!! mwahahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an email today from the local WSPA stating that they sued the stupid ass motherfucker that eats animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dances around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that surely made my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found a cat that can predict death, that's pretty freaky yet very interesting.  More about Oscar &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=470906&amp;amp;in_page_id=1770"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later ((hopefully)) before I enter in retard weekend mode, which by the way, it's going to be extended till Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-1261664959202136977?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/1261664959202136977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=1261664959202136977' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1261664959202136977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1261664959202136977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-had-that-coming-motherfucker.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-6856877971372469534</id><published>2007-07-25T14:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T14:15:31.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest! kitty video! ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i191.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid191.photobucket.com/albums/z87/alex25dco/f369de43.flv" height="389" width="430"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-6856877971372469534?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/6856877971372469534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=6856877971372469534' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/6856877971372469534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/6856877971372469534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/cutest-kitty-video-ever.html' title='Cutest! kitty video! ever!'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-1908588880520537187</id><published>2007-07-25T10:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T10:33:16.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I might not post anything today but you have to see this genius video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard it was inspired by Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/71-p7HlqpfY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/71-p7HlqpfY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-1908588880520537187?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/1908588880520537187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=1908588880520537187' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1908588880520537187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1908588880520537187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-might-not-post-anything-today-but-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-6818876035631597832</id><published>2007-07-25T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T09:12:46.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna write something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hyper today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hyper I don't know what to write about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I had a gazillion ideas to write about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today they are all gone :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind sucks so much sometimes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-6818876035631597832?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/6818876035631597832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=6818876035631597832' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/6818876035631597832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/6818876035631597832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wanna-write-something-im-hyper-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-7623171903561528603</id><published>2007-07-24T08:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T10:21:46.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;I’ll have to admit it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;I love memes&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I can’t help it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If somebody tags me I’ll have to do it *shrugs*&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So this one is about 5 weird things I do… it’s going to be difficult to write only 5 but what the hell…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I hate the center part of an apple to a degree where I can’t eat apples at all. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My boss just gave me one and I started eating it as breakfast while I’m writing this ((ya know… she’s my boss, I didn’t want to say no… plus one apple a day… you know the story))&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to cut the damn apple and throw away the center before I got too disgusted to eat it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There is only one thing I hate more than the center of an apple and that’s the inside of a tomato. Ewww!!! I love to make tomato sauce, but when I do I ask Red to cut the tomatoes and put them in the pot so I don’t even have to touch them. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Once the tomato is cooked it’s safe for my mental health.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’m terribly afraid of bridges. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If I have to drive under one I close my eyes and stop breathing while I do ((we don’t have huge drive-thru bridges here, just the small ones)) if I have to cross one I’ll speed a little so I go thru it fast. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When there’s traffic and I *have* to stay on a bridge for long I swear I can feel how the bridge moves every time a car crosses it in the opposite direction and my hands start to sweat and I get terribly nervous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Needles to say, I can’t *walk* on a bridge.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;((continues to eat a center-less apple))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;I always shower in the same order. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If, for any reason I can’t follow that order I feel like I’m not 100% clean and I feel the urge to shower again all day. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everything I use in the shower has to be left in the same position where it was, so it’s in the same position tomorrow when I’m gonna use it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Same thing happens with my jewelry, perfume, creams etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t put them in an organized way, I just put them where I always put them so I know where they will be tomorrow. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Doing this when you share your bath with your sister is extremely difficult, but now that she’s in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; I’m having one hell of a time with my things untouched.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have to open the windows in my computer in the same order: outlook, office chat, software #1, software #2, then Firefox with the same order too: company’s page, company’s intranet #1, company’s intranet #2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I’ll open a fourth Firefox tab where I do all my non-work related things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, I read about 15 blogs a day, they are all stored in my favorites and read them in the same order everyday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If any of my softwares crashes or I have to close it for whatever reason, I’ll close everything down and reopen it so it keeps the same order.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have the tendency to bring *personal shit* to the office. &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Right now I have a little plastic turtle, a beach rock ((this one looks like has quartz on it)), a Corpse Bride keychain that a coworker got me, 2 corks that we got on our romantic trips to the mountains ((&lt;3)) style=""&gt; This is all under my &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RqYjxQC2YsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cm6e_08msMo/s1600-h/skeleton.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RqYjxQC2YsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cm6e_08msMo/s320/skeleton.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090795757816406722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 monitors.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On top of them I have one origami crane, one Skeleton Boy from The Corpse Bride ((the one on the right)) and a little cat-calendar thingy. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On my desk I have a tin box with origami cranes, a bee-shaped chocolate box, my mug and it’s coaster, and a book that I brought in 3 days ago and haven’t touched. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I also have my water bottle and a Spongebob Squarepants glass that I brought in yesterday. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On the other side I have a cat-shaped mouse pad ((that turned out to be very hard to use with an optical mouse but I use it anyway)) and a little bean flower-shaped pillow where I rest my elbow when I surf too much on the internet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll tag Onie, Brenna and Dave.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’d tag Bittersweet too but that bitch never writes what I want. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do it, but only if you enjoy memes as much as I do :)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*** &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A coworker just won a $10,000 Harley Davidson bike yesterday with a promotion that the Marlboro was running. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That’s just crazy!! I’ve never met anybody that has won anything that big. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But she’s going to sell the damn bike; she says she’s building a house and needs the money for it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That sucks ass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Big time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We went to the supermarket yesterday. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I *love* to go shopping with Red because he’s like a hungry little kid at the stores. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He’s all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I want this, and this and this.  I’ve always wanted to get one of these, and we are running out of this other thing.  Oh, we’ll take 2 of those just in case. Oh, and one of those too.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So a trip to buy pasta and something to make white sauce ended up with 2 packages of &lt;a href="http://www.ntscblog.com/images/fullsize/gnocchi.jpg"&gt;gnocchi&lt;/a&gt;, 2 boxes of tomato sauce ((yay! I don’t have to see ugly tomatoes tonight)), a ton of white bread and garlic butter and a whole lot of things we didn’t need but he wanted to get…oh man, do I enjoy those trips to the supermarket :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-7623171903561528603?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/7623171903561528603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=7623171903561528603' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7623171903561528603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7623171903561528603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/ill-have-to-admit-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RqYjxQC2YsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cm6e_08msMo/s72-c/skeleton.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-231393695624444858</id><published>2007-07-23T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T12:02:52.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Retard weekend was good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out we are compulsive cheese buyers :)&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’s this guy that sells home made gourmet cheese at the entrance of a volcano and it’s extremely good and cheap. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Last Sunday we drove all the way up just to find out the guy wasn’t there, so we tried again yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought 2 different kinds of “regular” cheese, plus one with black pepper, one with red pepper, a mozzarella and another one that I can’t remember at this moment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We will buy some wine and drink it while eating cheese and pretending to be a refined couple for this weekend&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday we did a whole lot of nothing. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, I cooked and then did nothing. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I made some delicious rice with peas, carrots and sweet corn, fixed some beans, some chicken and made a salad. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then I watched some TV with the cats while Red was doing his things and slept most of the afternoon and evening.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a nice relaxed weekend :)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back in the office… &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RqTs_wC2YqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oTKcW75G5rM/s1600-h/2219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RqTs_wC2YqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oTKcW75G5rM/s320/2219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090454058808271522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I put this cartoon in my msn display image, and it makes me giggle every time I see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-231393695624444858?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/231393695624444858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=231393695624444858' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/231393695624444858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/231393695624444858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/retard-weekend-was-good-i-found-out-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RqTs_wC2YqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oTKcW75G5rM/s72-c/2219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-5923626991765099387</id><published>2007-07-21T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T10:20:57.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interrumping your regularly scheduled retard weekend by a news flash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooohooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to hip-hop classes! I'm not a regular hip-hopper, but that music makes me wanna  shake my ass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be starting next monday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to your regularly scheduled retard weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-5923626991765099387?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/5923626991765099387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=5923626991765099387' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/5923626991765099387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/5923626991765099387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/interrumping-your-regularly-scheduled.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-7304359311046000873</id><published>2007-07-20T16:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T16:05:59.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now for the cat's sake, which lolcat am I?&lt;br /&gt;let me show you it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://is1.okcupid.com/users/410/202/4102022445444324283/mt845828024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/users/410/202/4102022445444324283/mt845828024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Your Score&lt;!--/t--&gt;: &lt;span&gt;Lion Warning Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;84%  Affectionate, 54%  Excitable, 22%  Hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the good Samaritan of the lolcat world. Protecting others from danger by shouting observations and guidance in cases of imminent threat, you believe in the well-being of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know which one you are? Do the test &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/6348388576689378978/Which-Lolcat-Are-You-"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-7304359311046000873?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/7304359311046000873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=7304359311046000873' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7304359311046000873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7304359311046000873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/now-for-cats-sake-which-lolcat-am-i-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-714038453948574812</id><published>2007-07-20T14:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:08:51.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My letter to WSPA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m too lazy to translate the whole thing, but I got so upset about this news that I sent an email to the local WSPA regarding the news on today’s newspaper. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They replied super fast and were ((obviously)) already aware of the situation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is part of their answer:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our organization defends the animals like beings who feel and who deserve respect and a humanitarian treatment, which is totally incompatible with the case reflected in Extra Newspaper. It is for that reason that in the next days we will analyze, altogether with our Society Member, the legal panorama of this case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they sue the motherfucker that does this, and the newspaper that published it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also sent an email to every other WSPA email address I was able to find online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m so fucking mad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-714038453948574812?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/714038453948574812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=714038453948574812' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/714038453948574812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/714038453948574812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-letter-to-wspa.html' title='My letter to WSPA'/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-8139220129825764562</id><published>2007-07-20T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T11:04:56.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes I'm still sick.  Yes I'm still bitchy about it.  This damn flu has me brain dead and I don't even feel like writing here :(  it sucks ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a coworker just sent me a link to one of the national newspapers where they have a history of a guy that eats live animals "just for fun"  What the fuck is wrong with them! They even have a whole series of pictures of this motherfucker eating a little chicken and a cat.  THEY HAVE FUCKING PICTURES!! I just can't believe it... I hope he dies a terrible death, he deserves it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On a "funny" note, the stupid reporter that made this note says that this guy eats dogs, chickens, cats and VAMPIRES.  I guess that stupid guy never went to school and learned the difference between a bat and a vampire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey you fuckhead, vampires don't exist! but you make me want they exist so they can kill your sorry ass and drink all your blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What a fucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RqDmehsnCsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fyD9qf21yh8/s1600-h/nazar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RqDmehsnCsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fyD9qf21yh8/s200/nazar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089320991044602562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Red got me a super cute pair of earrings and a ring with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evil_eye"&gt;nazars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, which are Turkish talismans that are supposed to turn away or turn back harm.  They look like this but obviously in another shape.  The story says that if somebody tries to harm you the nazar will absorb the harm and break, since they are made out of Murano glass.  I used to have a key chain with a lot of nazars a long time ago; it was a particularly shitty period and they all broke.  It was fun to see them break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm off to being a retard for the weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-8139220129825764562?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/8139220129825764562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=8139220129825764562' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8139220129825764562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8139220129825764562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes-im-still-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RqDmehsnCsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fyD9qf21yh8/s72-c/nazar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-2356495475626943179</id><published>2007-07-18T08:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T08:29:18.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;aaarrghhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm still fucking sick.  And Red got fucking sick too but since this flu sucks so much and I knew he was definitely going to get it I bought some strong medications for him so he didn't get as sick as I did.  Lucky bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And lucky me too, because who wants to deal with a sick man? definitely not me, they all become cry babies and I'm not in the mood for that.  The only good thing about all this? We are sleeping tons and staying home at night.  I certainly need the extra sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I went to have my hair cut yesterday.  I usually love to do so because the guy that cuts it loves my hair, but not yesterday :(  He found it extremely dry and gave me shit the whole time.  So I ended up buying some peppermint treatment.  I wasn't going to get anything, but I thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;peppermint on your scalp should feel really good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.  I'll find out tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This fucking cough is driving me fucking mad, I feel like I'm about to cough my lungs out anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate to be sick.  I get cranky.  And fucking impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-2356495475626943179?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/2356495475626943179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=2356495475626943179' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2356495475626943179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2356495475626943179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/aaarrghhh-im-still-fucking-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-8800603366022843103</id><published>2007-07-16T14:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T14:21:12.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is for my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://thejournalofonestar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Onie &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RpvTBRsnCrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kmQKGNmu15M/s1600-h/onie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RpvTBRsnCrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kmQKGNmu15M/s400/onie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087892222928947890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;no wonder why there's no vacancy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-8800603366022843103?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/8800603366022843103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=8800603366022843103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8800603366022843103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8800603366022843103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-for-my-friend-onie-no-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/RpvTBRsnCrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kmQKGNmu15M/s72-c/onie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-7216425277993148179</id><published>2007-07-16T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T09:13:54.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friday my boss sent me home early because she didn’t want me to get the whole office sick. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was obviously supposed to stay home and rest so I would get better but guess what…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We went to this place where they sell souvenirs again to buy a gift for the girl that my sister is taking care of. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The trip was super nice and Red bought me a super cute pair of earrings made with pink quartz.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Yesterday we took Luka to the vet to have his pin removed but the place was closed when we got there. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That really sucked ass but it was a very nice trip.  The one that loved it the most was Luka, because he was on Red's lap the whole 2 hours that the trip lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Today… I’m here and I’m still sick and crossing my fingers so my boss sends me home again :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-7216425277993148179?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/7216425277993148179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=7216425277993148179' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7216425277993148179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7216425277993148179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/friday-my-boss-sent-me-home-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-8518676985822220298</id><published>2007-07-13T09:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:36:38.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is Friday the 13th... and I'm about to die from the flu :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-8518676985822220298?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/8518676985822220298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=8518676985822220298' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8518676985822220298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/8518676985822220298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-is-friday-13th.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-5142416309017720161</id><published>2007-07-10T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:19:45.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Funniest. Cartoon. Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.savagechickens.com/images/chickentechsupport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.savagechickens.com/images/chickentechsupport.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Best part of it, it’s SO true!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm in a better mood today.  Not that there's anything interesting to do around but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went out with some girl friends yesterday and had dinner at a nice Italian place nearby. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I was driving home I started thinking why do we always get along so well even if we don’t see each other often.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are all bitchy, bitter, hate kids and love animals… 2 of them love animals so much that one has 12 dogs and the other one has 11 dogs AND 7 cats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, because I feel "normal" when I'm around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-5142416309017720161?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/5142416309017720161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=5142416309017720161' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/5142416309017720161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/5142416309017720161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/funniest.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-6702094880573095971</id><published>2007-07-09T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T13:02:25.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today is one of those days I wish I worked somewhere else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;not&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;a&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;fucking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I’m going insane.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’s only a little work to do and my boss doesn’t want me to do it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She prefers the rest of the staff to have something to do. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lucky me, I can do nothing the whole day and nobody will notice, as nobody can see my computer. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But damn do I wish I had some work to do &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_sad.gif" alt="sad" title="sad" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I feel like these chicken, specially like the first one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.savagechickens.com/images/chickenmadness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.savagechickens.com/images/chickenmadness.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.savagechickens.com/images/chickenwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.savagechickens.com/images/chickenwork.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-6702094880573095971?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/6702094880573095971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=6702094880573095971' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/6702094880573095971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/6702094880573095971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-is-one-of-those-days-i-wish-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-3561060474559460617</id><published>2007-07-09T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T10:57:41.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My parents are crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I don’t mean crazy in a cute way, I mean crazy in a mental institution crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now don’t get me wrong, I love them to death and have a good relationship with them… but let me continue and you’ll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an older brother that has been with the same girl for around 13 years now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last year he got a job far from home so he moved to another city. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I clearly remember he was moving with his girlfriend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Red talked to her during xmas lunch and she said they were moving together. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My sister told me the same thing… I think my mom told me too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we made the farewell party for my sister everybody was talking that we should celebrate that they were living together.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Based on that, is it clear that they were living together? It was to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My brother has always been the … how should I say this? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He’s always been their baby, no matter how big he is. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My parents do what my brother says, they always cover his ass.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So yesterday I ask my mom if my brother is still living with his girls and she says no. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She says they &lt;i style=""&gt;never lived together&lt;/i&gt; &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_neutral.gif" alt="neutral" title="neutral" height="15" width="15" /&gt; so I’m like “mom I know! They did live together because she told Red and my sis told me and everybody at the party knew”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She gets pissed off and says no no no they have never lived together.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I couldn’t believe it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What the fuck is wrong with them? they DID live together, but I guess something happened and now they are covering his ass. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Isn’t he big enough to accept his mistakes? Apparently not, and my parents are there to make it all look good again. I imagine she doesn’t want to tell me what went wrong, but why cover him? Why act like nothing happened?&lt;o:p&gt; Pisses me off they try to make him look like the perfect son when he's not even close.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At least that gave Red and I a good reason to laugh about all afternoon&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-3561060474559460617?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/3561060474559460617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=3561060474559460617' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3561060474559460617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3561060474559460617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-parents-are-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-7290485377297909922</id><published>2007-07-07T12:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T12:46:51.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Ro_e9BiNOLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/egEUS56x5NM/s1600-h/avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Ro_e9BiNOLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/egEUS56x5NM/s400/avatar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084527644289874098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made this at &lt;a href="http://www.simpsonsmovie.com/main.html"&gt;www.simpsonsmovie.com&lt;/a&gt; My hair is acutally a bit longer but that's SO me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-7290485377297909922?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/7290485377297909922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=7290485377297909922' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7290485377297909922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7290485377297909922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-made-this-at-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Arm27gXmr1k/Ro_e9BiNOLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/egEUS56x5NM/s72-c/avatar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-2011142877877118091</id><published>2007-07-07T08:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T09:06:17.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today is 07/07/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mkay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and I got nothing else to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mmm yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nothing else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" class="emoticon" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b72/astro_boy1928/emoticon_evilgrin.png" alt="f432435dasd" title="f432435dasd" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;happy weekend people *hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt;mental note to self: stop being so damn weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-2011142877877118091?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/2011142877877118091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=2011142877877118091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2011142877877118091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/2011142877877118091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-is-070707-mkay.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-5479197641785703499</id><published>2007-07-06T08:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:25:25.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It seems like sleeping late when I’m off is impossible. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Last week I only had one day off and I was really looking forward Thursday this week so I could sleep late.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well guess what… a coworker called me at 9 am. The phone rang twice and he hung up, so I guess he remembered it was my day off… but he still woke me up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I get out of bed and find my grandma joking around in the house saying that we should get a confession from our priest because it was the end of the world. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was still to asleep to understand why, but when I looked outside I realized what she was talking about. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was 9 am and it was as dark as if it was 5 am. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She has the most amazing sense of humor… I hope that when I’m that old I can be like her.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As I was having breakfast I had this strange urge to cook and made some bread for the first time ever :D&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;it was so much fun! It took forfreakingever to be ready but everybody loved it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Red was amazed ((LOL))) at how good it tasted and I brought some to the office today and the guys loved it too. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I made it from an old recipe a friend from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Venezuela&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; gave me; it’s a bread that is filled with bacon, ham, raisins and olives&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;*drools all over the keyboard again*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;((You missed it bitch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s what happens when you go on vacation. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If you would have stayed I would have given you some DELICIOUS bread))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now that I know I’m good at it and all, I think I should make bread every Thursday that I’m at home.  Or something other than bread.  I have so much fun cooking it’s insane.  I was talking to Red about it yesterday and realized that for me, cooking has always been related to nice memories.  When I was little we used to make xmas cookies every year and we used to decorate them with color frosting.  You know, we had little molds with cool shapes like a fat Santa, a tree, a c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname style="font-family: verdana;" st="on"&gt;andy&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; cane etc.  so my mom made the cookies and we decorated them.  Then as I was growing up my mom used to say that I couldn’t get married if I didn’t know how to cook ((LOL)), so I used to cook special things every now and then for my family and then for my boyfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the afternoon we went to rent some videos and we were talking about Stephen King in the car, how his earlier books and movies were amazing and how the new ones suck so much. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He’s gotten to a point where the whole story is great and he has great ideas, but the end sucks. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It feels like he runs out of ideas for the end and just throws in the first thing that comes to his mind… that means monsters most of the time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Like Dream Catcher.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The whole story is awesome but the end is crap. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Plain and simple and boring and cliché crap.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So we rented the best SK’s movies we found: Cujo and The Shinning. Cujo the book is WAY better than the movie and I hate that they changed the end in the movie… I guess critics needed a happy ending and they changed it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have The Shinning scheduled for today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I started loving Jack Nicholson in that movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To me, he’s the guy with the most amazing “crazy face” I’ve ever seen.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Our cats are getting crazier by the minute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They now meow ((well, Pinup “mees”)) until they are picked up when we get home. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I imagine they feel bored or alone and are happy to see us. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and they have to be picked up by *both of us*. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They won’t stop making noise until we do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then after dinner they know we get in bed and watch some TV, so as soon as we go to bed they go with us. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If I’m sitting in bed they will sleep in my lap and if I lay down they lay next to me, making it impossible for me to move at all, but that’s the way I like it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nothing like watching a movie in bed with your man and your cats to keep you warm and happy &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b72/astro_boy1928/emoticon_smile.png" alt="fddfa" title="fddfa" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-5479197641785703499?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/5479197641785703499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=5479197641785703499' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/5479197641785703499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/5479197641785703499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-seems-like-sleeping-late-when-im-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-6202986667262906831</id><published>2007-07-04T13:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T13:16:33.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Look at the email I received this morning from a player:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I just got an email from ((my company)) up-dating legal process.And that reminded me of you. Hope all is well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your Friend&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;AG&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s probably the sweetest email I’ve received from a customer.  The subject was  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b72/astro_boy1928/emoticon_waii.png" alt="34236d54ad" title="34236d54ad" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-6202986667262906831?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/6202986667262906831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=6202986667262906831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/6202986667262906831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/6202986667262906831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/look-at-what-i-just-received-i-just-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-4665810264436368667</id><published>2007-07-04T08:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T09:39:12.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;I ((think)) mentioned some time ago about the highway I have to drive every day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s surrounded by houses and a mall and such, so all the time I find dogs and many other animals that have been run over on the highway.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;The government has been building bridges for the people to cross over the highway and today I saw the cutest and most amazing thing. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I saw a dog crossing the bridge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mind you, it’s not a bridge with a ramp, it’s a bridge with a lot stairs and the doggie was not following anybody, as the bridge was totally empty… because people still cross under it and never use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know dogs are smart and all that… but how on earth did a dog learn to go up the stairs, walk the bridge and then walk down the stairs? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was “given homework” by &lt;a href="http://ticogay.blogspot.com/"&gt;UAS &lt;/a&gt;to write what I was doing 10, 5, 1 year ago, 1 month ago and yesterday… I read it last night and thought about it all night long… I can barely remember what I did yesterday but I’ll try &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 18 years old and on my first year in university studying psychology.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My idea of the future was to marry my high school sweetheart ASAP, have 2 kids and be a stay at home mom. &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt="rolleyes" title="rolleyes" height="15" width="15" /&gt; LOL That will give you an idea of how much I’ve changed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;5 years ago.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was 23 so that means…I can’t remember exactly. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;((looks at her resume to remember where she was working and have an idea)) I was working on the second sports book I’ve worked, had bought my first car, and was either out of school or finishing it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The idea of having kids was still in my head, and was in a shitty relationship that changed my life for good. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I started taking pictures as a hobby.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 year ago.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working at the worst place ever and trying desperately to move out of there. I didn’t know I was only 3 months from moving to the best work I’ve ever had… &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wish I’ve had a blog 1 year ago because I can’t remember anything specific from 1 year ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;((realizes she’s *had* a blog for over one month and looks in the archive to remember what she was doing))&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 month ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog was this close of running away from home as I left the gates open when I got home, was sad about Dante leaving and was worried as hell for a friend that has been living in hell and I didn’t realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Woke up happy as the exchange student that was living at home finally left so my room no longer stinks ((don’t ask…)). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Work was as boring as usual, it was sushi Tuesday at the office so I had one sushi roll for lunch. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just one is not enough for me but that place across the street is damn expensive. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We ate hamburgers at night and watched some tv, nothing special. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Read UAS blog and started thinking what I did 10 and 5 years ago.  I also realized I'm gonna have to do something about my bad memory.  I won't even remember my own name in a couple of years &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_sad.gif" alt="sad" title="sad" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tada!! That’s it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t like tagging people, but it would be interesting for you guys to try and remember ((and obviously tell me!!)) what you did 10 and 5 years ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, and happy 4th of July for those of you in USA! *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-4665810264436368667?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/4665810264436368667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=4665810264436368667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/4665810264436368667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/4665810264436368667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-think-mentioned-some-time-ago-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-7987858495705267616</id><published>2007-07-03T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T10:20:47.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Random Tuesday again, this time as per &lt;a href="http://blog.of.leghump.org/"&gt;Brenna’s &lt;/a&gt;request &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b72/astro_boy1928/emoticon_happy.png" alt="f4324asdd" title="f4324asdd" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My online nickname used to be katwoman and it was for a good time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I changed it this year as I don’t feel like a katwoman anymore.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;* I’ve never liked my real name. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Only a few know my real name and I hate it when they use it.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;* I’m folding 1000 origami cranes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I started about 2 years ago and when I changed jobs I put the box with the cranes inside another box full of useless things and totally forgot about them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Red found it one month ago and I restarted doing them. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have around 150 done… and a long way to go.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;* Red hated cats and he got our first kitty just so *I* could have a cat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now he loves them as much as I do.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;* I love my boss.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everybody things she’s the biggest bitch ever, but that’s the same reason why I like her that much.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;* Driving relaxes me and I do it as much as I can. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We always look for a market away from home to go grocery shopping&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;* I can’t whistle and when I try to do it my lips get numb&lt;/p&gt;* I still sleep with a stuffed animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I used to dance hip hop and I was the best on the class.  We even did a presentation in the National theater a couple of years ago, but hip hop is not my kind of music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm a compulsive sushi eater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-7987858495705267616?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/7987858495705267616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=7987858495705267616' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7987858495705267616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/7987858495705267616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-tuesday-again-this-time-as-per.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-3140023554730444918</id><published>2007-07-02T09:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T10:05:18.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It’s amazing how fast the batteries on my digi cam die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I imagine that’s because I continuously take stupid pictures and then delete them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why else would I like a digital camera if it wasn’t for this? lol&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;When I left the office it was so damn hot that I decided we were going to the mountains ... until I realized we were running out of gas and we had to turn around. That fucking pissed me off. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was a short trip but we enjoyed it so much! I decided that I want to get a cow. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My grandpa had a dairy farm and the best memories I have from my childhood are in that place surrounded by cows. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cows always have this stupid look on their faces that makes me giggle :P&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I managed to snap a couple of nice pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1173/695917134_1c98c1325e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1173/695917134_1c98c1325e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1379/695917152_449b3ca328.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1379/695917152_449b3ca328.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve always loved the country and it thrills me that Red loves it too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would love to live up in the mountain in a place where it’s cold most of the time and where you get fog and get to do nothing but sit in f&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;ron&lt;/st1:personname&gt;t of your fireplace all day. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Humm… that sounds like the perfect life for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I took this picture of my “office” this morning. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1291/695694831_cbfc65a15a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1291/695694831_cbfc65a15a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And some kitty pictures I took yesterday. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The bigger Pinup gets the more she looks like a Maine Coon, don’t you think?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1023/695917188_011eba6b87.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1023/695917188_011eba6b87.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1412/695917222_fde296864f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1412/695917222_fde296864f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1054/695917248_6c986b9f71.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1054/695917248_6c986b9f71.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-3140023554730444918?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/3140023554730444918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=3140023554730444918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3140023554730444918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/3140023554730444918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-amazing-how-fast-batteries-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-1764101619340868379</id><published>2007-06-29T08:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T09:00:01.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just had a very nice couple of days&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;People at the office brought me a cake for my birthday and they sang happy birthday. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t like that… I always feel embarrassed to have people centered on me, even if it’s my bday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that I left the office at noon, went to pick up Red and went home because my mother made my favorite thing for lunch.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We had a very nice lunch with my mom and grandma.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mom bought a cake and I had to convince her not to sing again for me LOL. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now Red and I don’t usually spend a lot of time at my parent’s house because it’s… awkward I guess.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s always weird to be there with them… I’ve never liked it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But on Wednesday we had such a nice time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Red is very talkative and my mom loves that, so they spent all the afternoon talking about things and antiques and collections and a lot of other things that I don’t remember. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What I do remember is that they both had a very nice time, and so did I.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After that we went around the city buying things; a bottle of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Jägermeister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to celebrate at night, some pop corn and things to eat at night, kitty food and litter. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Poor kitties, we ran out of litter some days ago and we didn’t have the chance to buy their regular litter and they totally hated the cheap one we got, it smelled baaaaad. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Good thing for me: Red is the one that cleans their litter &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b72/astro_boy1928/emoticon_grin.png" alt="f6da4d" title="f6da4d" height="15" width="15" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After that we went home and we started talking about some ideas Red has and he grabbed a bible to explain things better and he started chasing me around the house screaming YOU SINNER!! REGRET YOUR SINS AND GIVE YOUR SOUL TO THE LORD!! It was SO much fun! The funniest part of it all was the look on the cats face, they were all WTF is going on here?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Then yesterday we went to visit Red’s mom. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She’s the sweetest mother-in-law I’ve ever had; she even baked me a bday cake and put decoration in it I love decorated cakes, they remind me of the HUGE ones my grandma used to make for us when we were little.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have to go visit my friend’s kid today&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;((ya’know, the one that put the icing on the cake on my decision of not having kids…)) It’s his 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday… It’s awesome how time flies and how it reflects on kids. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You get old and you get wrinkles and whatever, but a kid grows and changes with every year that passes by. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I remember as if it was yesterday when my friend got pregnant with him and all… now he’s 7.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I don’t wanna go, I’ll accept it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There will be all sorts of people I don’t know and I know I’m going to feel weird, but I can’t miss it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I called the kid this morning to wish him a happy day and he was all excited to hear me and said I HAVE to go see him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mkay… I guess I can take a deep breath and visit him for a little while, which reminds me I haven’t bought anything for him. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t like buying gifts for boys, they can be so hard to please!! A little girl you know she’ll always be happy with a doll or a teddy bear or a makeup kit or something *I* know she would like. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But a boy… what am I going to get?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Probably a spidermansomethingortheother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or some cars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bought him the cutest things in the past but they all made noises so my friend didn’t allow him to use them ((LOL))&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I always thought that was cruel until last time she allowed him to use the little piano I got him. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The moment he turned it on I felt like I died and was sent to hell and I promised my friend I was never going to buy something like that again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Sigh* so that leaves me with a spidermansomethingortheother, cars, clothes ((which I hate to give as gifts)) or something nice I find on the toy store. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck... and happy weeken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-1764101619340868379?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/1764101619340868379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=1764101619340868379' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1764101619340868379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/1764101619340868379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-just-had-very-nice-couple-of-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645478625789808844.post-921374463546299252</id><published>2007-06-27T09:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T09:51:02.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know if this is just paint or whatever, but it looks damn cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bLqmf8x7rLI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bLqmf8x7rLI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's supposed to be a panda dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that I think about it... I don't want it if its painted.  Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be leaving early today ((in 2 hours,woohooo!!!)) my mom made a special lunch for me, we're spending the afternoon home and then I'm spending the night with Red.  And I'm off tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a nice bday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b72/astro_boy1928/emoticon_waii.png" alt="34236d54ad" title="34236d54ad" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645478625789808844-921374463546299252?l=rouge-cerise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/feeds/921374463546299252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645478625789808844&amp;postID=921374463546299252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/921374463546299252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645478625789808844/posts/default/921374463546299252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rouge-cerise.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-know-if-this-is-just-paint-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherry Candee</name><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
