<?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-13729871</id><updated>2011-12-13T21:55:36.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything about Nothing</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog about my life and interests. My life can be boring but it can also be crazy. However it's mostly fun and funny.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-115920951832406327</id><published>2006-09-25T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T13:38:38.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do so little time</title><content type='html'>Well, I believe now is the official count down to my departure to Minnesota for our wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work days left 9days 3 hours woo hoo&lt;br /&gt;Weekend days to get stuff done 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What needs to be done well lets see part of the reason I am blogging this is so that I can actually document a list for myself because currently I have 15 lists going in different notebooks, scratch paper etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get my parents a gift since they have gone above and beyhond witht the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Get my sister a gift for being the made of honor.&lt;br /&gt;Make sure there is enough food for the cats and litter for when we are gone.Get house key duplicated&lt;br /&gt;Wash clothes for both the week before the wedding and the honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget earrings.&lt;br /&gt;Pack&lt;br /&gt;Send out label for hot sauce &lt;br /&gt;Send out wedding itinerary via snail mail already done on email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all I can think of right now I am sure I will be adding because this just doesn't seem to be that much. How could I possibly be this on the ball?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-115920951832406327?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/115920951832406327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=115920951832406327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/115920951832406327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/115920951832406327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='So much to do so little time'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-115651037893598567</id><published>2006-08-25T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T05:36:50.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for the weekend.</title><content type='html'>Well, it is raining which is fine by me since we are going to Minnesota for the weekend. They are having tornadoes at least a little more exciting than just rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a successful day. I finally got my new monitor at work which totally rocks. I also finally got my first commission check which was even better than I thought it would be. Then with that check I payed a radiculous amount of bills in the atm out the check book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to have some coffee and start my packing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-115651037893598567?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/115651037893598567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=115651037893598567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/115651037893598567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/115651037893598567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/08/ready-for-weekend.html' title='Ready for the weekend.'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-115636809933009483</id><published>2006-08-23T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T16:21:39.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a long time</title><content type='html'>Well, where do I begin. It has been a while. I have almost settled into my job. I have taken on alot of roles and have been keeping really busy which is good it makes the days go nice and quick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding planning is going very well! The invitations go out next week. It has been crazy moving out to the east coast we have somewhere new to go to every weekend. Since we have been here we have gone to a funeral in phily, a belgian beer festival in upstate new york, climbed a mountain in new hampshire, found shoes for the wedding in providence. I love it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been back to Minnesota for the crazy bridal showers, it is crazy how much stuff you get for getting married it is sort of embarrassing. I get to go back again this weekend because my cousin is getting married and we have to meet with the photographer, flower person, get a fitting for my dress, fitting for his tux, meet with the people where we are getting married and get to the jeweler to drop off rings for engraving and to find my man some cuff links for a gift for the wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We booked all of our reservations for the honeymoon and I think that this is what makes this whole thing feel like it is coming together. We are going to be staying right on the ocean and we are renting a jeep wrangler. I have never been to Kaui and I am super stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to keep this updated more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-115636809933009483?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/115636809933009483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=115636809933009483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/115636809933009483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/115636809933009483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/08/been-long-time.html' title='Been a long time'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114798348511760570</id><published>2006-05-18T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T13:28:41.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you all about</title><content type='html'>This is a quick little list that you should copy and post on your site and then let me know when you have done it so I can check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeans: DKNY because they are stretchy&lt;br /&gt;Underwear: boy shorts&lt;br /&gt;Sneakers: addidas&lt;br /&gt;Day Bag: coach&lt;br /&gt;Socks: Socks with little snowboarders on it&lt;br /&gt;Signature Accessory: Scarf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food and Beverage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving: Taco Bell (there is not one near my house I haven’t had it in 3 months)&lt;br /&gt;Diet plan: Don’t have one&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: Dark Roast usually French Roast&lt;br /&gt;Coke or Pepsi: COKE!&lt;br /&gt;Beer: Guinness&lt;br /&gt;Cocktail: Gin and Tonic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electronics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell phone: T-mobile nokia flip phone with camera&lt;br /&gt;Computer: All Mac (G3, G4, and Powerbook G4)&lt;br /&gt;Television: Huge Flat screen.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Toy: Turntables&lt;br /&gt;Last Song Added to your iPod: Bjork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grooming Products&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moisturizer: Aveeno with SPF15&lt;br /&gt;Cologne: -----&lt;br /&gt;Razor: electric&lt;br /&gt;Shaving Cream: none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Music Genre: Electronic&lt;br /&gt;Guilty Pleasure: Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Worst Job You Ever Had: Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;Your Philosophy: You gotta keep it real&lt;br /&gt;Magazine Subscriptions: MacWorld&lt;br /&gt;Last Book Read: Currently reading the Psychology of Doh (the Simpsons Psychology)&lt;br /&gt;Final Thoughts: Copy and post this is fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114798348511760570?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114798348511760570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114798348511760570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114798348511760570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114798348511760570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-are-you-all-about.html' title='What are you all about'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114798228739682391</id><published>2006-05-18T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T17:37:27.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Downtown</title><content type='html'>We finally had a nice day here in Boston. Alot of Mass is in a State of Emergency due to the mad amount of rain that we have recieved in the last week. But finally we have had some relief from the down pour the last two days. So yesterday I went downtown to have lunch in the Commons. My fiance and I went to the Falafel King and the guy behind the counter thought we were from Ireland. My fiance is a Mahoney 99% Irish but I am the one with the freckles. I sure will earn my new last name with my freckles. Anyway it was a splendid day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally had a chance to get my hot peppers and tomatos in the ground. I rearrange the patio and also planted the rest of my flowers. I went over and cut some fresh lilacs and now my house smells all perty yes I said perty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have had a few bites on my resume which is awesome. I have an interview tomorrow just 4 miles from my house. Wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114798228739682391?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114798228739682391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114798228739682391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114798228739682391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114798228739682391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/05/downtown.html' title='Downtown'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114745527368053305</id><published>2006-05-12T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:59:49.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Water everywhere</title><content type='html'>About an hour ago I went out to get the mail and I here the rush of water and look up and there is water running down the hill I live under or on the side of but there was water rushing down the landscaping to my front porch. So I go to see what it was and it appeared somebody had backed into the fire hydrant right at the top of the hill. So I call management and they were really rude and it took them 10 minutes to get up the hill to see what was going on and another 10 minutes to turn off the water which I don't think they did because the water is still running down the hill an hour later and I have no water in my townhouse. My garden is now completely floating and there is dirt everywhere. So there is still water running and I can't quite figure out what they are going to do about this situation let alone adjust there attitudes in the office. Thanks for letting me bitch alittle bit. Have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114745527368053305?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114745527368053305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114745527368053305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114745527368053305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114745527368053305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/05/water-everywhere.html' title='Water everywhere'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114727092353448563</id><published>2006-05-10T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T09:22:03.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiped Out</title><content type='html'>This past weekend my parents came out to visit and to wear me out. We walked and walked and walked some more. We got to do a lot of fun things and had an absolute blast. The weather couldn't have been any better thats for sure. But it is now rainy which kind of sucks since I have a tomato plant and a bunch of peppers that I need to get into my garden. My yard is really shaping up, I got most of my flowers in pots and all of the vegtable seeds in the ground woo hoo. My parents brought us a water fountain for our house warming, but I still need to get an extension chord so I can place it in the place we would like it in permenantly. It is amazing how much time you can spend in a garden, watering, removing those great weeds and just plain watching everything grow. My job search is on along with me putting togther my portfolio to get it up on my website. www.catsmeowdesigngroup.com Right now I only have the coming soon screen but have been working to get something solid up of my portfolio. So there you have it the update to the life of a a stay at home gardner/webdesigner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114727092353448563?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114727092353448563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114727092353448563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114727092353448563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114727092353448563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/05/wiped-out.html' title='Wiped Out'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114649077447249135</id><published>2006-05-01T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T08:39:34.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Amazing How...</title><content type='html'>one can be so busy without a job. Well, I have been turning over the garden and got a bunch of veggies seedlings planted. We will see how that goes its more of an experiment than anything. I also got a bunch of flowers planted. I do need to get one more pot because I just bought too much, but it does look beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is the week to prepare for my parents coming to stay with us. It is kind of nerve wrecking but we will make it through. Have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114649077447249135?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114649077447249135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114649077447249135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114649077447249135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114649077447249135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-amazing-how.html' title='It&apos;s Amazing How...'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114565380332143022</id><published>2006-04-21T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T16:10:03.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>Since friday I have had a friend in town so we have been doing the tourist thing of my new home. Saturday I showed her downtown and we hung out at the warf while the boys got over their hangovers. Oh, the Captain can be so awful the next day and unforgiving. We came home and bad beer bawts and asparagus on the grill it was delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Easter, we decided to go to Cape Cod. I love this town it is so very quant and will be absolutely beuatiful when everything blooms. We came home and had to order pizza because I had left the chicken out and didn't realize we would be gone so long and didn't want us all to get food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday we journeyed to the town of Salem and went the house of Seven Gables which I would totally recommend it was awesome. Then off the witch museum which totally sucked ass. We then successfully made cabobs on the grill and piged out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we headed to Newbury to see all the people and beautiful row homes, of course we didn't venture into many stores because designer clothes are a bit out of the budget. I did get two record the best of Wutang and Richie Hawton. I also splurged and bought some stuff for the bath at lush. Which makes the Body Shop look like a Walmart. We then headed to Harvard Square where I bought two more records a dub compilation and Holla Back Girl and Sublime for the fiance. We then went and got some cool ass plugs for my friend and some wooden earings for myself. Then we headed back to my neck of the woods for some Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday her last day in town we explored the mall by my house and yes they have an Apple store. I think that may be a cool part time job if I need to take one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was unwind at the house and get back to a routine and work out day. Oh it was so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have my last weeks life story. Hope you are all well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114565380332143022?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114565380332143022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114565380332143022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114565380332143022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114565380332143022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114477116579132241</id><published>2006-04-11T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T10:59:25.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reinforcing the box spring or</title><content type='html'>Reinventing reinforcing the bed, that is the question. Last night we finally got to reinforcing the box spring, the movers needed to cut it to get it up the stairs. Well, sort of guessed as to what size we should cut the pieces of wood that we bought. Of course we needed to cut two of the pieces down a bit and being the condo dwelling couple that we have been, we don't own a saw. But we did buy a drill since my parents now live 1300 miles away and it would be a hassle to borrow theirs. So since we are both such brilliant people we decided to drill holes were the wood needed to be cut and then saw through the holes we had made. And guess what? It actually worked. Then we rigged the center support of the bed frame. You wouldn't believe these few minor adjustments would be so comfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114477116579132241?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114477116579132241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114477116579132241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114477116579132241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114477116579132241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/04/reinforcing-box-spring-or.html' title='Reinforcing the box spring or'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114467941206926503</id><published>2006-04-10T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T09:30:12.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Items lost in the move...not many</title><content type='html'>The move was a complete success. The only thing we lost was an antique Guiness mug straight from Ireland. Yes I saw a tear in my fiances eye but he had actually packed this box and the movers just reinforced it with paper. In the grand skeem of things this was no big deal our lovely art made it here and the tv's are all functioning the way they should. There were a few things times that I was nervous about any loses but there weren't any. Do you have any horror stories of moves? Also, I am looking for cool places to check out while living in Boston, if any of you have any places let me know.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114467941206926503?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114467941206926503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114467941206926503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114467941206926503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114467941206926503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/04/items-lost-in-movenot-many.html' title='Items lost in the move...not many'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114453354392915428</id><published>2006-04-08T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T16:59:03.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home at Last</title><content type='html'>Finally we have a home. Ok really it is just a house since we are still not settled in. Due to the Tornadoes last week our movers were delayed a day so our stuff showed up a day late. It took me two days to unpack the kitchen and the two bedrooms and sift through all the shit I had in storage. The good thing is that we are actually going to have enough room for all of our stuff. Today we finally got the internet up and running and unpacked all of our computers. So I am back to the blog world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor movers had to move our stuff while it was snowing out. And we had to cut the box spring in half to get it up to our bedroom. Today we went to Home Depot to get the reinforcements and picture hangers. Tomorrow we decorate woo hoo. Our neighbors seem cool and hopefully can let us in on what cool here in Boston.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114453354392915428?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114453354392915428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114453354392915428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114453354392915428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114453354392915428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/04/home-at-last.html' title='Home at Last'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114408775878046448</id><published>2006-04-03T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T13:09:18.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a long road but we made it</title><content type='html'>After spending 3, 10 hour days in the car we are here. We have done nothing but sleep and eat since friday. Who would have thought sitting in the car for that long would be so tiring. The cats did a great job, they cried a bit but were fine once they got to a hotel room. They have become traveling kitties. Tomorrow the movers will arrive and we will be settled once and for all. I will keep you updated on our journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114408775878046448?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114408775878046448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114408775878046448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114408775878046448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114408775878046448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-was-long-road-but-we-made-it.html' title='It was a long road but we made it'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114356968213320948</id><published>2006-03-28T12:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T12:49:27.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No the Greenbay Packers did not come to my house.</title><content type='html'>Phil Renaud has left a new comment on your post "Holy Sh*!":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one reason or another, when I read "the packers are here", I just figured you were talking about Green Bay's football team, The Packers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lead to quite a lot of confusion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comment was left for me today and I just wanted you all to know that it was the packers who are moving me that came to my house. I didn't realize that this was such a confusing matter. To read more about my move please scroll down. And thank you Phil Renaud for letting me clear this up for you readers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114356968213320948?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114356968213320948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114356968213320948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114356968213320948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114356968213320948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-greenbay-packers-did-not-come-to-my.html' title='No the Greenbay Packers did not come to my house.'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114348768683543681</id><published>2006-03-27T13:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:43:02.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Sh*!</title><content type='html'>So the packers are here and they are almost done. The moving truck was sapposed to come tomorrow. Surprise we will be there in 2 hours. So I quick booked another stay at the lovely Holiday Inn down the street. So I guess this is it for me and my beautiful condo. It is sad but really exciting at the same time. Wish me luck on the three day drive with the putty cats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114348768683543681?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114348768683543681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114348768683543681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114348768683543681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114348768683543681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/03/holy-sh.html' title='Holy Sh*!'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114323764040514504</id><published>2006-03-24T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T13:17:42.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1hr 14 minutes and 35 seconds</title><content type='html'>...and counting. Yes this is the official count down to my last working day in Minnesota. I haven't had much to do today but take a long lunch and go out for afternoon coffee. Hoping that the last of my work gets out the door without too much hassle. I finished filling out my Exit Interview. And yes I was honest but not brutally honest like I could have been. I located another print shop under the same network that we are under right by my new house in Waltham, MA and I hope to at least stop by and check the shop out or even maybe get some part time work while I am waiting for the job of my dreams that will pay me the big bucks. This weekend is full of poker, party and surprise parties. Oh yeah and I guess some organizing. I am looking forward to this new step in my life and unlike other steps I have taken this one is big and good and not so scary. Well, I have wasted alittle bit more of my time and I am hoping there is a cold one at home for me to enjoy and cheers the fact that I don't have to work for a while. The not working is pretty cool because I will get to do all the things I haven't really been doing over the last few years. Like playing the violin more than 2 times a year, getting the software on my computer to mix records into mp3 and of course working on my online portfolio. So off I go to find something to do for the next 1 hour 3 minutes and 5 seconds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114323764040514504?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114323764040514504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114323764040514504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114323764040514504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114323764040514504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/03/1hr-14-minutes-and-35-seconds.html' title='1hr 14 minutes and 35 seconds'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114314296250577902</id><published>2006-03-23T13:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T13:42:42.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been so long</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been so long. We were out in Boston all last weekend, having a blast and finding our new home. Boy is it expensive holy cow. But it is a nice 2 bedroom town house with a nice front yard that I can plant my flowers and the cats can hang out. It was a bit cold and very windy we all have wind burn. We walked alot and finally the last day we figured out that we hadn't needed to walk as much and could have taken the subway more. Oh, well exercise is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to work has been insanely busy but at least the days go quick. We had our wedding tasting last night and are looking forward to some wonderful food. Tonight we go and get the mans ring, it's amazing how much you have to do to move or relocate. This weekend we will have a huge going away party and the movers will come on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go because well time is being a wasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114314296250577902?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114314296250577902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114314296250577902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114314296250577902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114314296250577902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-been-so-long.html' title='It&apos;s been so long'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114253784049067398</id><published>2006-03-16T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T13:37:20.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' right aloong</title><content type='html'>Well, we have the day planned for the mover to come pack and the day after for them to actually take it away. And guess what the date is 4 days early and guess what else. The fiance will be out of town the whole entire time, isn't that convenient. I can't sleep  I am losing my shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news though I will have my first guest on the 14th woo hoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114253784049067398?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114253784049067398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114253784049067398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114253784049067398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114253784049067398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/03/movin-right-aloong.html' title='Movin&apos; right aloong'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114245236211237322</id><published>2006-03-15T13:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T22:06:03.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NEEDED...WEDDING ADVICE</title><content type='html'>Hello all as you know I have been planning my wedding that will be next October. I was ahead of the plan before but have fallen behind since the move to boston happening in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really need help with is how did you divy up the wedding between grooms parents and brides parents. Both of our families have enough money for us to do what we want but it seems his parents just aren't looking to spend anything of if something very little. My fiance has voiced his disgust at his parents and not only their lack of financial support but their emotional support as well. My parents have already stated that they will take care of everything but to me that just isn't fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am asking ok begging you to give me some insight and perhaps share a story or two of your wedding, someones wedding or just how you think it should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your participation before hand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114245236211237322?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114245236211237322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114245236211237322&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114245236211237322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114245236211237322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/03/neededwedding-advice.html' title='NEEDED...WEDDING ADVICE'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114236727750758835</id><published>2006-03-14T14:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:14:37.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Drinking Heavily this Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Guinness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeerpersonalityquiz/guinness.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know beer well, and you'll only drink the best beers in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Watered down beers disgust you, as do the people who drink them.&lt;br /&gt;When you drink, you tend to become a bit of a know it all - especially about subjects you don't know well.&lt;br /&gt;But your friends tolerate your drunken ways, because you introduce them to the best beers around.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeerpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Beer Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this year we can't go woop it up since we have an early flight or maybe we will just drink all night yeah right. Next year though when I officially a Mahoney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So work has become very strange since I put in my notice. No one will really talk to me from management. Do people really punish you for quiting? It just seems odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone had an experience like this before?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114236727750758835?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114236727750758835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114236727750758835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114236727750758835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114236727750758835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-drinking-heavily-this-year.html' title='No Drinking Heavily this Year'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114228616547255095</id><published>2006-03-13T15:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:42:45.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston  here we come</title><content type='html'>So we managed to book a flight to Boston for the weekend and Monday and Tuesday. So we can find a place to live. I gave my two weeks notice and it is amazing how pissed my boss is. Seriously what is up with that. Today it is snowing like crazy and my car got stuck and really I shouldn't have even gone to work. No one else in this god for saken state had to go. I just about had a nervous brake down when my car was stuck, I shedded a tear. The moving van is coming 2 weeks from thursday. Holy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone need an invite to blog mad drop me an email and I will hook you up. Sign up the sooner the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114228616547255095?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114228616547255095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114228616547255095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114228616547255095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114228616547255095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/03/boston-here-we-come.html' title='Boston  here we come'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114194493540179818</id><published>2006-03-09T16:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T16:56:04.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah i get my engagement right back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/1600/Egrt001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/320/Egrt001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My engagement ring has been in the shop for the past week and a half because they are working on fitting the bands and setting the rubies. This I will not get to see until the day of our wedding. But pictured above is what the main stone looks like but is a bit smaller. I also get to pick up the rest of the jewelry for the wedding which consists of the stone above. I changed the color to white gold and I will be removing the little red stone. Also, it will be hanging from pearls that match my dress. Then I have some neat drop earrings. I have to bring the stuff over to my parents house right away or I will want to wear them all the time and that can't happen until after the wedding. I also will be maxing out my credit cards (yes plural) Because we need to approve the wax for my honey and buy the rubies for his ring. I think it is cool that he is getting platenium too. We will have the most unique rings out there. We have to get this stuff out of the way before our move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114194493540179818?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114194493540179818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114194493540179818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114194493540179818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114194493540179818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/03/yeah-i-get-my-engagement-right-back.html' title='Yeah i get my engagement right back'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114185727008954927</id><published>2006-03-08T16:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T16:34:30.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what my life has become</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/1600/mail.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/320/mail.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what stares me in the face hour after hour at work. And he has a glowing croch. Do all Irishmens croches glow. I m wondering because mine is a 99% Irish so did his 1% polish kill the croch light? This is how I deal with a blow up Irishmen that stares and waves and smiles at me all day and the bastard doesn't even pour me a beer sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been busy. I got a make over on Monday because my mother insists that I wear make up and she would much rather me look like a hooker than with out. So she brought my ass in where they showed me how to apply and yes I know how to apply my make up I just haven't used any all over coverage. The stuff I got is cool it is a powdery type of foundation and you can still see my freckles. The best part was the under eye concealer it actually works and made a huge difference. Yesterday I got my hair cut, I am working towards one length for the Wedding. Considering a little over a year ago it was a really short pixy cut it has grown a ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I want to sit on my ass. I am pooped BB went to check out his soon to be new work in Boston on monday and had to leave at 4am on tuesday so I didn't sleep much and last night he didn't get home until 1:30 am, I guess I really shouldn't be complaining because he had to travel the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to go out and check the housing situation. I am excited to live in a new place especially one with so much history. I still would love to here anything from you Bostonians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114185727008954927?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114185727008954927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114185727008954927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114185727008954927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114185727008954927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-what-my-life-has-become.html' title='This is what my life has become'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114177075807708917</id><published>2006-03-07T16:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T12:11:14.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Mad</title><content type='html'>Blog Mad has launched. I hope you are a part of it because currently it is invite only. So if you are interested dropt me a line with you email address and I will hook you up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114177075807708917?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114177075807708917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114177075807708917&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114177075807708917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114177075807708917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-mad.html' title='Blog Mad'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114154765901109437</id><published>2006-03-05T02:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T02:34:19.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/1600/Image014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/400/Image014.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy new purse not pink but red.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114154765901109437?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114154765901109437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114154765901109437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114154765901109437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114154765901109437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/03/enjoy.html' title='enjoy'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114149628243118641</id><published>2006-03-04T12:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T12:18:02.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean the house</title><content type='html'>So we told my parents and it went perfect. It is really nice to have them on your side because they can make things very easy and if so very hard but thats not the case. They are thrilled that the fiance is making his way up the ladder and are thrilled to visit us in Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is through out all the shit we haven't used. We have 6 loads of laundry going and a huge ass pile for the goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again any comments about boston sure are welcome. Wish us luck that we don't die from clothes falling on us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114149628243118641?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114149628243118641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114149628243118641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114149628243118641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114149628243118641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/03/clean-house.html' title='Clean the house'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114116727562038869</id><published>2006-02-28T16:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T09:12:14.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants in my pants</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am now ready to get the show on the road with this moving thing. I am over being sad about the fact that I have put tons and tons of man hours, emotion and hard work into my condo that I have only live in for 14 months. It is finally the way I want it and it is time to move. In case you all hadn't been informed yet, I get bored easily. I have been at this job for 5 months and I enjoy it but now that there is a possibility to get another job in another state I am ready to go and this place isn't as appealing. The fiance is going to meet his soon to be new boss today and next week he will be going out to Boston to actually check out the location of the new job. I just wish we had all the information because I have the ants in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, we haven't told my parents yet and that is going to be a very hard thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been getting everything together though, I got my jewelry for the wedding, to die for. I will need to leave everything at my parents house or I will end up wearing them and I can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am ready to go, I have been putting all of my portfolio together and have started getting things together to post on my new website which I will reveal when there is something there. Hopefully soon, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114116727562038869?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114116727562038869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114116727562038869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114116727562038869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114116727562038869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/02/ants-in-my-pants.html' title='Ants in my pants'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114073237654690580</id><published>2006-02-23T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T16:06:16.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exactly 1 year left in my twenties</title><content type='html'>We are going to a giant indoor water park for the night. We saying it is our exotic vacation away. I am just stoked I don't have to work for the next three days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114073237654690580?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114073237654690580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114073237654690580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114073237654690580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114073237654690580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/02/exactly-1-year-left-in-my-twenties.html' title='Exactly 1 year left in my twenties'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114045546936254655</id><published>2006-02-20T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T16:55:43.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who thought Creativity cost this much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/1600/CS2_premium_box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/320/CS2_premium_box.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally did it and I almost passed out. Yes I just spent 1200$ on software. We have tried to bit torrent it but didn't have a registration code and now we have been trying for over a month and we only have half of it. So I said fuck it. I figure I need to have a registered licensed copy if I am going to really get my graphic design company going right. So now I don't have to worry about it in the future I just need to do upgrades. I am so happy I can now go crazy because for the first time ever I have every program at my disposal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I realized at the Apple store while checking out, is that I could have a 2nd car by now considering all the money I have spent there in the last couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still anxiously awaiting our next move on the Boston Transfer. Any good advice would be great. We will be working in West Boston anyone know any places I should check out or any cool places to live your help would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all of you out there who have the day off, I AM JEALOUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114045546936254655?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114045546936254655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114045546936254655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114045546936254655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114045546936254655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/02/who-thought-creativity-cost-this-much.html' title='Who thought Creativity cost this much'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114019337822251102</id><published>2006-02-17T10:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T19:18:38.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all Bostonians or Former Bostonians</title><content type='html'>Hey All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering anyone out there could give me some tips about Boston. Like what is the free paper with events there? In Minneapolis it is the Citypages. Also, where is a good place to live are some places worth the expense? How is the job market. Anyone need a graphic designer? Anything you got will be greatly appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114019337822251102?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114019337822251102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114019337822251102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114019337822251102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114019337822251102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/02/calling-all-bostonians-or-former.html' title='Calling all Bostonians or Former Bostonians'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-114011299920869960</id><published>2006-02-16T11:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T12:03:19.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Visit</title><content type='html'>This morning was busy at work and I was in the back trying to get this job done for a customer and when I get up front I see my fiance. Which is strange since he works downtown and I work 1/2 mile away from our condo. I finish up with the customer and as him whats up. Oh, I just came to see you flowers. Well, what a nice surprise, then he says "did you get my  text message?" "No, it's been busy whats up"  This is where it gets exciting. He has been offered a position in Boston. And they will fly us to check it out, pay for all the expenses and help me get a job in my field. Plus this is the best he will double his salary. And we will be able to move back to Minnesota after a few years so then I can have kids near my folks. I can't stop thinking about it but it is scary I have a wedding to plan here in Minnesota so do I move it up, do I stay here while he is there. I am freaked to tell my parents they will be really bumbed out. Argh filled with excitement. So anyone know anything about Boston they would like to share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-114011299920869960?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/114011299920869960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=114011299920869960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114011299920869960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/114011299920869960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/02/unexpected-visit.html' title='Unexpected Visit'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113995152276347084</id><published>2006-02-14T15:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T13:31:19.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/1600/mail.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/400/mail.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes I know that this is sappy but I had to post them for many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1.  They are not the stereotypical Roses&lt;br /&gt;2.  They are the first flowers I have gotten on Valentines day that weren't from my mother. (and yes I have had boyfriends in the past on this holiest of days)&lt;br /&gt;3. This the last Valetines that I will not be married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went looking for something sexy for the evening. I am not too into the whole langere (see i can't even spell it) thing. First of all I am not into thong underware. I just don't get it and i have always been a non clothe wearing person. But I thougt why not do something special. Well, I will tell you why not, I have gained a bit of wait but didn't really notice until I am standing half naked in from of the mirror in a large of what ever I am wearing and it is way too small. Now when I said I gained alittle wait I meant I know look like an average thin women instead of a skinny ass eating disorder chick. So why don't the large sizes fit me. Anyway I will feel weird in it an he will like it isn't that what it is all about anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113995152276347084?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113995152276347084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113995152276347084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113995152276347084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113995152276347084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-first-flowers.html' title='My First Flowers'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113986500641658912</id><published>2006-02-13T14:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T09:24:13.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things about me</title><content type='html'>100. I am a daughter&lt;br /&gt;99. A sister to a sister&lt;br /&gt;98. I have had every job possible (just about)&lt;br /&gt;97. Retail in High School&lt;br /&gt;96. Waitress first gig at Embers&lt;br /&gt;95. Telemarketer&lt;br /&gt;94. Lift Operator at a Ski Resort&lt;br /&gt;93. Supervisor at T-Shirt Shop&lt;br /&gt;92. Supervised Coffee Shop&lt;br /&gt;91. Managed a Jewelry Store&lt;br /&gt;90. Receptionist&lt;br /&gt;89. Web designer&lt;br /&gt;88. Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;87. Typsetter&lt;br /&gt;86 Now printing&lt;br /&gt;85. My degree is Graphic Design and&lt;br /&gt;84. Accounting&lt;br /&gt;83. My Favorite color is Purple&lt;br /&gt;82. You couldn't pay me to go back to High School without any heavy medication&lt;br /&gt;81. Finished a 4 year degree in alittle over 2.5 years&lt;br /&gt;80. I snowboard have for 12&lt;br /&gt;79. Play the violin have for 20 years&lt;br /&gt;78. Danced competitvely for 15 years&lt;br /&gt;77. Was a cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;76. and hated it with a passion&lt;br /&gt;75. the cheerleaders made me a smoker of cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;74. My first kiss was 17&lt;br /&gt;73. Lost virginity on Cinco de Mayo &lt;br /&gt;72. When I was 21&lt;br /&gt;71. yes I was a late bloomer&lt;br /&gt;70. to the same person I got my first kiss from&lt;br /&gt;69. I love skateboarders always have always will&lt;br /&gt;68 Will marry a skateboarder &lt;br /&gt;67. On friday the 13th of October&lt;br /&gt;66. Proud mom of Sidney and Stella&lt;br /&gt;65. they are cats&lt;br /&gt;64. So glad to be done with dating&lt;br /&gt;63. Love hondas&lt;br /&gt;62. Have an obsession with handbags these days&lt;br /&gt;61. have turned into a girly girl but not really&lt;br /&gt;60. smoked pot at the age of 18&lt;br /&gt;59. quite 2 years ago&lt;br /&gt;58. would definately do it again under the right circumstances&lt;br /&gt;57. left home at 18 and never looked back&lt;br /&gt;56. lived alone for the past 8 years&lt;br /&gt;55. until august when the fiance moved in&lt;br /&gt;54. bought my first condo a year ago&lt;br /&gt;53. have been to europe&lt;br /&gt;52. have been to at least 22 states&lt;br /&gt;51. have lived in colorado&lt;br /&gt;50. in the mountains&lt;br /&gt;49. have my business&lt;br /&gt;48. want kids just not today&lt;br /&gt;47. love video games&lt;br /&gt;46. texas hold'em&lt;br /&gt;45. Sushi i could eat it everyday&lt;br /&gt;44. have crapped my pants&lt;br /&gt;43. and have crapped out in the open down town (not by choice)&lt;br /&gt;42. love bjork&lt;br /&gt;41. have never seen her in concert&lt;br /&gt;40. have seen tons of concerts&lt;br /&gt;39. I love to read&lt;br /&gt;38. Tom Robbins is the best&lt;br /&gt;37. Wicked is one of my favorites&lt;br /&gt;36. Will only own an Apple&lt;br /&gt;35. already own g4 laptop&lt;br /&gt;34. g4&lt;br /&gt;33. g3&lt;br /&gt;32. mini&lt;br /&gt;31. ipod of course&lt;br /&gt;30. own turn tables&lt;br /&gt;29. have actually played out a few times&lt;br /&gt;28. started riding a two wheeler at 3.5 years old&lt;br /&gt;27. wish I owned an adult big wheel&lt;br /&gt;26. go sledding in the winter&lt;br /&gt;25. like to dance romantically when it is snowing and catching in the head lights of the car&lt;br /&gt;24. love naps&lt;br /&gt;23. and sleeping&lt;br /&gt;22. have a turtle named stubs&lt;br /&gt;21. had a gecko named Hood Rat&lt;br /&gt;20. A fish named Eliot&lt;br /&gt;19. Also one named Elizabeth but she was a bitch&lt;br /&gt;18. Don't shave as much as I should&lt;br /&gt;17. have gained 30lbs which I needed in the past year&lt;br /&gt;16. Have disowned my family&lt;br /&gt;15. reowned them because I love them&lt;br /&gt;14. hate diamonds&lt;br /&gt;13. have 10 email address that I use&lt;br /&gt;12. got a big raise this year&lt;br /&gt;11. can walk to work&lt;br /&gt;10. my favorite beer is Two Hearted&lt;br /&gt;09. and of course Guinness&lt;br /&gt;08. used to like jaguarmiester&lt;br /&gt;07. now I just gagged thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;06. love music&lt;br /&gt;05. it is what makes the world go around&lt;br /&gt;04. will honeymoon in hawaii&lt;br /&gt;03. i have never been&lt;br /&gt;02. can't believe I actually came up with this list&lt;br /&gt;01. must go to the bathroom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113986500641658912?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113986500641658912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113986500641658912&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113986500641658912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113986500641658912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/02/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 Things about me'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113935415893716655</id><published>2006-02-07T17:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T14:07:50.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>100th Post</title><content type='html'>Woo hoo the balloons have fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am still being an ornary bitch. I usually am at this time of the year but I especially bugging the shit out of myself. I don't know what I want out of life, for my birthday or out of the stuff that I should be doing but am not because I am just not doing it. I don't feel like doing anything. I don't like shopping wtf, I am not creative my body hurts and I am just straight up annoyed and annoying. So there you have it hope things are going better for you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113935415893716655?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113935415893716655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113935415893716655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113935415893716655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113935415893716655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/02/100th-post.html' title='100th Post'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113898977345692267</id><published>2006-02-03T11:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T12:02:53.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Chill Pill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/1600/mail-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/320/mail-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats what they said in my long overdue review. Of course I have reached goals in four months that most people don't reach in 5 years. So at least i got some good news. And yes sometimes I get pissed but I don't think that I have directly freaked on anyone or at least I haven't tried to. However, it has been frustrating with people doing there jobs on the less thorough side. The main thing is I am here to learn this side of the business because I already know that part. But yes I do need to take a chill pill or at least change my tone to reflect what I am actually feeling because often times I come off more pissed then I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a bit of a downer these days. After the whole christmas slaying of my feelings with the fiance's family, it has still been a struggle with them. His mom doesn't think about what she is saying when she speaks and she pretty much makes shit up to start something with my mother non the less. And my mother the women who raised me who I intern raised to be more mature actually defused the situation and changed the subject. But whatever his mom is crazy. She chose not to say hi to me on Saturday and then whips around says "We need to get this out in the open, I never called you dumb and ugly" Me very shocked replied, "I didn't know that any of that was said, I think we need to put all of this behind us." Even though I didn't think there was a huge problem plus I thought we meaning her and fiance and I talked it out and were fine. Apparently not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was in the mood to shop and super happy about it I have to be in the mood you know. And the fiance decides to tell me that I am no longer invited to dinner gatherings with his family that it will be family only. Sweet I am not family nice welcome into starting a life with their son. So he carries on and also lets me know that it's not his mom who doesn't like me it is his dad. Oh and of course his sister you know she used me and disrespected me and hates me and wants to break up our engagement (yeah that was christmas) To me this is all bull shit to hate some one they don't know. Yeah so here I will tell all of you about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came from a fucked up mentally and physically abusive background (which my family has since worked out and we try to leave in the past) I was a cheerleader, on a top competing dance line not affliated with my high school, Division 1 soccer team, sat 3rd chair in the orchestra lettered too many times to count or care. Yes I was an over achiever. Went to a private college that I paid for and still pay for. Worked 60 hours a week while attending school that I got a bachelors degree in 2.75 years. I have lived by myself for 7 years and have done it all on my own. Have gotten beaten by a boyfriend who I left without anywhere to live with a broken nose and several other scars that I think are finally healing after 4 years.I have 2 cats that I have had for 5 years and they are still alive. Have bought everyone of my 5 cars. Have had close incounters with the dark side of precancerous cervical cells. The list goes on as you can see I have worked hard for myself and have made it though a shit load of things. I don't know about you but I would think that most parents would want there sons to marry a women who can take care of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough about my rant I just need to voice somethings and release some pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all have a great weekend and I will have a nice time spending some quality time away from family slash that non family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113898977345692267?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113898977345692267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113898977345692267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113898977345692267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113898977345692267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/02/take-chill-pill.html' title='Take a Chill Pill'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113882171219370906</id><published>2006-02-01T13:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T14:49:35.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I really don't drink this much coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/1600/mail-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/320/mail-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized yesterday that my desk was looking like a coffee shop with a million thermos' to sell. So I took a few home, well today I realized I still have four sitting here. Am I really that lazy, not really just forgetful I guess.  The funny part is I don't drink that much coffee. I have a half a cup before I leave my house and then I bring one of the many thermos' to work and I usually only drink half before it gets cold. These are small cups to the same size as the smalls at your favorite coffee shop. The funny thing is a year ago I had one coffee cup and if I didn't bring it home at night I didn't have one for the morning. I decided to buy a back up because it had a handle and seemed  alittle nicer and then all of a sudden we have a million. We each got one from my work x-mas party and bb got one from his work for xmas. His sucks and I mean you have to suck the coffee out of this damn thing. The breather hole must be nonexistant. Well enough of my coffee talk hope you have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113882171219370906?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113882171219370906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113882171219370906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113882171219370906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113882171219370906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-really-dont-drink-this-much-coffee.html' title='I really don&apos;t drink this much coffee'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113865498241219244</id><published>2006-01-30T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T15:03:02.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Mints</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/1600/mail.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/320/mail.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my most favorite mints. They smell like flowers and have a very unique flavor. Men hate the taste and the smell but for some reason 9/10 women that I have shared these with like them. They are a real fresh non candy taste that is out of this world. Has anyone else tried this and if so what did you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113865498241219244?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113865498241219244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113865498241219244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113865498241219244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113865498241219244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-favorite-mints.html' title='My Favorite Mints'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113864301331439214</id><published>2006-01-30T11:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:08:00.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to watch Sports tonigh</title><content type='html'>I have never been to a perfessional hockey game and have always wanted to. But tonight is the night we will have really good seats. We are going with a few friends and they are happy to get a break from their new baby. I hope there are some crazy fights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113864301331439214?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113864301331439214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113864301331439214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113864301331439214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113864301331439214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/01/going-to-watch-sports-tonigh.html' title='Going to watch Sports tonigh'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113837964273065405</id><published>2006-01-27T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T19:47:22.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Sushi</title><content type='html'>We have a favorite Sushi place right by our house that is in the process of moving and getting bigger. It has been over a month since we have visited them. They have the best prices and the freshest fish I have ever had you can get drunk off of sushi and full to the gills for two for like $40. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was craving sushi (I often do) and so we decided to try this new place in St. Paul, it was pretty good and it was nice to be in cool restraunt in St. Paul and not Minneapolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/1600/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/320/mail.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so beautiful outside this week I think today it is going to be 50 degrees and let me tell you folks if you know anything about Minnesota, it is never warm in the winter hell it is barely ever above zero at this time of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113837964273065405?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113837964273065405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113837964273065405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113837964273065405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113837964273065405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-love-sushi.html' title='I love Sushi'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113819861667213967</id><published>2006-01-25T08:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T08:16:56.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Blues</title><content type='html'>I have been in kind of a funk lately. This happens in the winter especially and builds to a head around my birthday. Each winter has gotten better because I have taught myself the necessary skills to fight depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am not super motivated but I do go the gym. It's like a chore going to work. Due to the funk ( I would rather call it) and the fact that I am on birth control I have no sex drive. Also, probably because of being poked and proded over the precancerous cells. But my fiance is getting fed up and has turned to porn. I feel so worthless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113819861667213967?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113819861667213967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113819861667213967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113819861667213967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113819861667213967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/01/winter-blues.html' title='Winter Blues'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113776559507315554</id><published>2006-01-20T07:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T07:59:55.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to the power of changing minds</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been a week since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4 months ago I found a wedding dress, remember I had to convince the women in my life that it was the one. Well, we have been trying to get samples of th fabric and colors and it just hasn't happened. Last night my mom and I went to go square some things out at the Bridal shop and I decided I am just going to try on a few more dress just for the heck of it because quite frankly I was getting nervous about the designer coming through. Well, needless to say I found one I liked better, its more feminine and way less of a hassle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113776559507315554?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113776559507315554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113776559507315554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113776559507315554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113776559507315554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/01/thanks-to-power-of-changing-minds.html' title='Thanks to the power of changing minds'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113717287488680707</id><published>2006-01-13T11:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T11:21:14.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been so long. I have been trying to keep busy outside of the house like going to the gym. The last two day I have been sick. Hope all is well with you but I don't have much to report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113717287488680707?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113717287488680707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113717287488680707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113717287488680707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113717287488680707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113649155008826627</id><published>2006-01-05T13:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T14:05:50.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It really is a new year</title><content type='html'>I think that this is the first year it has actually felt new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will be married this year&lt;br /&gt;2. I will never live alone again&lt;br /&gt;3. I will never have another cigarette&lt;br /&gt;  (The quiting is going really well I am really happy to have a healthy lifestyle ahead of me)&lt;br /&gt;4. Now that I am will my fiance I will alway have the newest technology and won't feel guilty about.&lt;br /&gt;5. I will never take off work again for family related event only fun vacations&lt;br /&gt;6. I will have a successful year at work&lt;br /&gt;7. I will make new memories&lt;br /&gt;8. I will read good books&lt;br /&gt;9. Finally launch my own website with my work (instead of someone elses website and work)&lt;br /&gt;10. I will forever be greatful to my family for all the support I have received.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113649155008826627?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113649155008826627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113649155008826627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113649155008826627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113649155008826627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-really-is-new-year.html' title='It really is a new year'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113638478564662644</id><published>2006-01-04T08:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T08:26:25.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of Relaxation</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was great I did alot of sleeping and hanging out with my cats. We went sledding which was a total blast the weather was perfect and the snow had just the right speed...fast. We had Sushi and on New Years Eve we stayed at home and played Life and Scrabble with a few friends we couldn't have rung in the New Year any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113638478564662644?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113638478564662644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113638478564662644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113638478564662644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113638478564662644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/01/weekend-of-relaxation.html' title='Weekend of Relaxation'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113629841709008371</id><published>2006-01-03T08:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T08:26:57.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have never loved Minnesota this way before</title><content type='html'>Finally we made it home from one of the most horrendous trips of my life. Of course the flight home couldn't be easy, hell no. Our plane was delayed but they said we were going to make our connecting flight. Well, we would have if they hadn't sat outside of the gate for so long and would have let us off. Lucky us we got to stay in a hotel for a full 4 hours of sleep. When we finally landed in minnesota I almost kissed the ground I was so happy to feel the cold on my skin I almost cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113629841709008371?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113629841709008371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113629841709008371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113629841709008371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113629841709008371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-never-loved-minnesota-this-way.html' title='I have never loved Minnesota this way before'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113578758456984218</id><published>2005-12-28T10:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T10:33:04.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On to the next vacation</title><content type='html'>I am so looking forward to having some time vacationing at home after vacationing in floriday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update of the crazy soon to be sister in law. She is out of control we have fun when its just the three of us but for some reason she is horrible around her parents kind of backward huh. I just found out that she has hated me since day one and want to break up our engagement. She has threatened me and said alot of other things that aren't worth repeating all on Christmas day. Boy the holidays are great they bring out the best in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note we went out on the ocean and fished and got to see christmas dolphins or at least that is what I have decided to call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also had the pleasure of stepping on dog poop in the house. Once with the shoes on and once barefeet. They say its good luck so I am going to go gambling ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my time here has been very pleasant because crazy girl was put on the next flight home. I am sure she would much rather be spending time with her friends then her family anyway. It all works out. The unfortunate thing is this is the 3rd year in a row that she has ruined the holidays. I wasn't involved in the others thank god. I was really homesick for my minnesota christmas and family but we are theirs next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113578758456984218?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113578758456984218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113578758456984218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113578758456984218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113578758456984218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/12/on-to-next-vacation.html' title='On to the next vacation'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113544416774602901</id><published>2005-12-24T10:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T11:09:27.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Vacation hmmm</title><content type='html'>So it is the Holiday and I am in a really warm place with a crazy ass family. Yesterday was just crazy we were up at 4am to get to the airport and thanks to the soon to be sister in law we didn't get any sleep because she talked on the phone all night and I mean all night. it is like she is a 15 year old this continued the whole way to the airport and at the airport. What I want to know is doesn't any of her friends have jobs I don't really talk to anyone or call anyone in the middle of the night just to bull shit. So whatever I was extremely tired by the time we got here. So I went to bed at 8pm and I get to share a room with this crazy phone talker and of course her text message bell rang about 12 times. Finally, I got up and asked the fiance if I could switch beds with hims. (Yes both of our families are too old fationed to let us share a bed but are fully aware that we live together with only one bed in the condo) We woke up and decided we were going to go out on the boat and were making sandwhiches when his sister comes down and gets into my face about leaving the bedroom last night. I was a little take off guard seeing as I had just woke up and was in an unfamiliar house with someone elses family on Christmas. It was not a pretty scene and she has continued to go off on her parents and yell at them and I have retreated to the bedroom while the fiance goes out on the boat with his dad. But to be honest vacation to me is laying in bed and reading and relaxing anyway. I am more than happy chillin out and staing away from conflict and drama that isn't mine and that I know am trying to be brought into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have realized is that my family has really come far and have managed to let the past go and we all are happy with ourselves and where we are in our life individually. It is weird to be in the same scenerio from my childhood but with another family. I guess every family is a bit f'ed up its just way stranger when its not yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are having a good time with your families and everything is under control. Hope santa brings you lots off goodies and doesn't get stuck in the chimnee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113544416774602901?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113544416774602901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113544416774602901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113544416774602901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113544416774602901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/12/holiday-vacation-hmmm.html' title='Holiday Vacation hmmm'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113530297745917083</id><published>2005-12-22T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T19:56:17.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This must be done once a month</title><content type='html'>I just got done with my first ever pedicure and it was fantastic. I am rather ticklish so it was filled with laughter and pampering. I must do this more often. I am all packed and ready to go. I have all the gadgets I could possibly need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ipod  check&lt;br /&gt;itrip check&lt;br /&gt;ipod charger check&lt;br /&gt;laptop soon to be checked&lt;br /&gt;laptop power check&lt;br /&gt;camera check&lt;br /&gt;rechargable batteries check&lt;br /&gt;usb adapter (just in case) check&lt;br /&gt;phone charger check&lt;br /&gt;psp check&lt;br /&gt;psp games check&lt;br /&gt;psp charger check&lt;br /&gt;and soon to be checked an updated adobe suite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I didn't forget underware.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113530297745917083?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113530297745917083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113530297745917083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113530297745917083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113530297745917083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-must-be-done-once-month.html' title='This must be done once a month'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113526103198245098</id><published>2005-12-22T08:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T08:17:12.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just about here</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of work before an 11 day vacation. My soon to be in-laws are flying us to florida for our engagement gift. They have a beautiful house right on the channel so we can go out to the ocean on their rad fishing boat. Tomorrow morning I will be up at the crack of dawn no I meant before the crack of dawn. So if I don't speak at you before the holiday have a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113526103198245098?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113526103198245098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113526103198245098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113526103198245098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113526103198245098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-about-here.html' title='Just about here'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113509950725905103</id><published>2005-12-20T11:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:25:07.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Slacken on the Blog</title><content type='html'>Sorry folks with the holida season here and all the things to do I have neglected cyberspace. This past weekend was my company party and then clean like a mad woman for the family christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lovely time lots of food lots of good gifts but man is it tiring. We did manage to get everyone out of the house by 10pm which was our goal. Thank god we will be heading to florida on friday I am thoroughly pooped. When I get bck it will be a good transition into becoming a non-smoker.  I am finally going to buy a domain name and get my own website for my design company. Woo hoo. I have started coming up with some of the layout but the name is the hard part and trying to figure out where I plan on going with it in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is staying warm and in good spirits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113509950725905103?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113509950725905103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113509950725905103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113509950725905103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113509950725905103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/12/mad-slacken-on-blog.html' title='Mad Slacken on the Blog'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113448559624747308</id><published>2005-12-13T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T08:53:16.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the time go?</title><content type='html'>I know where it goes, it goes into getting ready for the holidays. This is the first year that I won't be running around the day before x-mas going shit what am I going to get so and so. I have my neice and my grandma left otherwise everything is wrapped and under the tree. I spent the weekend after my surgery getting the tree up and decorated and last weekend cleaning the house and finishing up the decorating. But this year unlike any other year I am hosting x-mas and not only that it is going to be on the 19th. Since, we will be in florida with the in-laws I decided instead of my mom having to do two x-mas'  I would have everyone over to check out my place. And of course everything needs to be perfect. The week befor christmas I will be undecorating because I don't want to leave the tree up while we are gone. Here I am a graphic designer that works at a print shop and I haven't even made my christmas cards yet. So yeah I am busy. and that is where the time goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113448559624747308?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113448559624747308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113448559624747308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113448559624747308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113448559624747308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/12/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does the time go?'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113391154330329965</id><published>2005-12-06T17:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T17:25:43.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tests are In</title><content type='html'>I am really happy after spending more time this year than I have in my whole life combined in the doctors office I finally get a 6 month break. Yes you heard me they didn't find anything growing out of control and they seem to think that the level one will stay level one wooo hooo. I feel like I just won the lottery. I also have my appointments for the hypnosis to quit smoking so that is all good. Anyway, just thought i would share the good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still waiting to hear some comments reguarding the vacuum cleaner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113391154330329965?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113391154330329965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113391154330329965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113391154330329965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113391154330329965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/12/tests-are-in.html' title='The Tests are In'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113380851967105467</id><published>2005-12-05T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T12:48:39.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How many times a week do you vacuum?</title><content type='html'>How many times a week do you vacuum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to do it once a week but it's usually once every week and a half to 2 weeks. I have cats so it should be once a week. The reason I ask is my upstairs neighbor is a cronic vacuumer and it is starting to drive me insane. She vacuums at least 3 or 4 times a week. That is fine she usually does it in the evening after dinner but this morning she started at 6:30 WTF. Is this normal? Her place isn't very big and I think the kitchen and dinning room are wood floors is it really necessary to do it that often? Can't you wear down your carpet as well. Let me know what you think because I really would love some feedback about this madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113380851967105467?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113380851967105467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113380851967105467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113380851967105467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113380851967105467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-many-times-week-do-you-vacuum.html' title='How many times a week do you vacuum?'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113354195882242553</id><published>2005-12-02T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:45:58.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Took the Day off</title><content type='html'>I took the day off today. More of a personal day. I think that I am a bit depressed and just not feeling very well. The thought of moving around all day at work just wasn't appealing. I didn't sleep very well last night because I hurt. I find after the biopsies I tend to feel worse when I am in the healing process. Thats about it because this is how I am feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113354195882242553?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113354195882242553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113354195882242553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113354195882242553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113354195882242553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/12/took-day-off.html' title='Took the Day off'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113345265624039284</id><published>2005-12-01T09:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T09:57:36.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I got to go in for yet another biopsy. It hurt like hell and took quite a bit longer than usual, at least the doctor is thorough. It looks like the scar tissue from the operation back in June was still infected. Hopefully, we got it taken care of my doctor said if we have to keep doing these precedures I may not be able to have kids. So we are hoping it is just a level 1 because then we can just watch it and make sure it is staying that way until I have kids. Talk about pressure. I am getting married in less than a year and the plan is to wait a few years and have some newlywed bliss without kids. I am sticking to this plan. My soon to be mother in law said take care of yourself we can get you kids from somewhere, I thought that was sweet she really wants grandbabies. I think we are her only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I will have my first live christmas tree. We are hoping to get a small one and I just bought all of the decorations. I am super excited, it is going to be super funky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally made miso soup yesterday but need to iron out the recipe a bit and I think I want to get the light miso not the dark. Anyone have any good recipes, I am definately open to some ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113345265624039284?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113345265624039284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113345265624039284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113345265624039284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113345265624039284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113322507205041222</id><published>2005-11-28T18:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T18:44:32.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Success</title><content type='html'>This Thanksgiving holiday was wonderful, the older I get the better it gets and it doesn't have to do with the fact that I can drink during these functions. My family has finally gotten their shit together and can have a fun time together, yes we still poke fun but we don't poke at stuff we know has been bothering eachother without the families input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to hang out with my cousin who is also getting married and we actually went to the bar and chilled without the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the day of snow and relaxing. Later in the evening we went and bought a bunch of boardgames and played till late in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I got a bug up my butt to go shopping so I decided to actually start my x-mas shopping which I usually don't do until the week of. I am stoked with my purchases and it is nice to spread it out a bit. I decided to give my niece my old G3 it is a great computer and I really don't need 3 computers do I? Yes and no but she will be really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a fabulous long weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113322507205041222?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113322507205041222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113322507205041222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113322507205041222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113322507205041222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving-success.html' title='Thanksgiving Success'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113278803145373982</id><published>2005-11-23T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T17:20:31.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why you gotta be like that</title><content type='html'>So it's a holiday weekend which means my fiance's parents are down in florida soaking up some son. While they are there they have their daughter take care of the dogs and they buy her a plane ticket to San Francisco for her trouble. Ummm, she lives there for free and drives their car. Oh and doesn't have a job and stays out partying till all hours of the night. Well, last thanksgiving it was the same deal and we decided to stop by after snowboarding to visit with the dog and there is no food or water and the dog is out of her cage running around. Oh and there is shit and piss flippin' everywhere. Yeah, the daughter/sister decided to go to Missouri for a few days. WTF can you say get your shit together this is a defenseless dog who is used to being pampered and she was a puppy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now lets fast forward to this year. Today, the day before Thanksgiving the fiance gets a panic call from florida. (side note his parents are really cool and are not freaks and give this girl everything) They have a shared account, at the age of 27 I wonder why and she overdrafts all of the time and just keeps spending when the money has run out. Well, if your a parent you understand those feelings you get when something is just not right with your kids well they apparently got this feeling. (side note 2 you shouldn't have to even think that that feeling exists anymore after the kid is out of their mid-twenties) They decided to go online and check out her spending habits like they do periodically and can since they are the ones who put the money in there and they see withdrawls from Newark, NJ. We live in Minnesota it's not like she was there for a few hours. So now it is our problem to take care of the dogs because now there are 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing is all week we have been leaving her messages to see if she was coming over to my parents house for the holiday. We haven't heard anything until today apparently she just got the 20 messages we have left since Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me continue to be frank, I have been a fuck up in my life not anything serious just alittle misguided by my attitude and maybe the people around me but I would never fuck with an animal. I also realized several years ago that I really didn't like myself when I acted like that nor did I want to be like that forever. So I made a plan to start changing and this was several years ago and this girl is only a year younger than me. I know not everyone can be as perfect as me :) but come on get it together. Ok enough ranting I have 10 minutes more of work and then its beer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to eat like a crazy lady I think I may be drewling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am thankful for-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I have a great family that has changed for the better.&lt;br /&gt;My fiance who I will have a family with someday&lt;br /&gt;My job&lt;br /&gt;My health (it could be worse)&lt;br /&gt;My cats&lt;br /&gt;My friends&lt;br /&gt;All the great people I meet day in and day out&lt;br /&gt;And of course all you great people out there in blog land thank you for all your great stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Turkey day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113278803145373982?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113278803145373982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113278803145373982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113278803145373982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113278803145373982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-you-gotta-be-like-that.html' title='Why you gotta be like that'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113270214285965460</id><published>2005-11-22T17:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T17:29:02.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Must See TV</title><content type='html'>Yes I will start out by calling myself a nerd because of the TV that I watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crossing Jordan (My dad saw, I missed while in Beaver Creek)&lt;br /&gt;2. ER&lt;br /&gt;3. CSI Anything&lt;br /&gt;4. Veronica Mars&lt;br /&gt;5. Americas Next Top Model&lt;br /&gt;6. Intervetion&lt;br /&gt;7. Family Guy&lt;br /&gt;8. War At Home (I served coffee to the Dad)&lt;br /&gt;9. American Dad&lt;br /&gt;10. Mad TV&lt;br /&gt;11. Sex in the City&lt;br /&gt;12. What not to Wear&lt;br /&gt;13. I want that &lt;br /&gt;14. Vacation Homes&lt;br /&gt;15. Pretty much anything on HGTV or TLC&lt;br /&gt;16. What is that show called that Amber Thieson (90120 &amp; Saved by the Bell) is in will all the cars and stuff Fast Lane. This used to be my saturday morning line up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113270214285965460?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113270214285965460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113270214285965460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113270214285965460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113270214285965460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/11/must-see-tv.html' title='Must See TV'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113267073273921732</id><published>2005-11-22T08:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T08:45:32.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday or Thursday of the Work Week</title><content type='html'>The owner of the company announced that we will get friday off but it won't be paid. I am super happy because it probably would have been me and one other person there on friday since I am the newbie and I am the last of people to get vacation days. Meaning if anyone else in my department asks for the same day off as me, even if I asked for it first, they get senority. I will have to hurt someone who decides to take off time the same time as my wedding/honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the grocery store last night to get fixins for chilli and we grabs some yogurt coffee and condoms. This store doesn't usually have baggers but the MV boys high school Rugby team was bagging for us and you should have seen them giggle when they had to touch the condoms. They were fumbling around and I was laughing my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love short work weeks because it is Tuesday but really it is Thursday I can't wait to have a long weekend of eating and sitting around. Next week will be short for me as well because of surgery. The one thing that does suck is the paycheck will reflect the no working. Oh, well health is more important than money anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113267073273921732?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113267073273921732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113267073273921732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113267073273921732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113267073273921732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/11/tuesday-or-thursday-of-work-week.html' title='Tuesday or Thursday of the Work Week'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113258165914602784</id><published>2005-11-21T07:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T08:00:59.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Time</title><content type='html'>This weekend I finally got to somethings around the house that I have been putting off for quite some time. Putting my summer close away. I could have done this probably 2 months ago but in my mind it was a big project because I had to let go/get rid of a bunch of clothes. I have a hard time parting with clothing especially clothing I like and is in good shape but just doesn't fit anymore. So Sunday was the day I woke up early and started sifting through the closet with a rubbermaid for the clothes I was putting away for the season and 3 boxes of stuff to give to the goodwill. I was interupted by my grawling stomach and over half way through and that is as far as I got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with an old friend for lunch on Saturday who is a massage therapist and we decided that we are going to do a trade for work. I am going to teach her the cello and she will work with my body. This is a great trade and I am excited to get started. I love teaching and what a great way through music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks as though I won't be working my part time job anymore because there just isn't work. I wish I would have gotten at least an email telling me so I wouldn't have to drive the whole way out there. I will be picking up my computer this week and letting them know that it looks like they can handle it on their own. If they need webwork they can let me know. I am alittle disapointed but it will free some time up for me to work on my own projects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113258165914602784?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113258165914602784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113258165914602784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113258165914602784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113258165914602784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/11/free-time.html' title='Free Time'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113235363010950359</id><published>2005-11-18T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T16:40:30.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change a bit of color</title><content type='html'>So I changeds the color scheme just a bit. I like the red with the purple I think it works rather well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course missed ER. We went and gorged on Sushi at our favorite place. The server there is amazing she knows our names and i don't remember ever telling her mine. They are moving to a new location where it will be bigger and better and more choices yeah. They have the freshest fish ever and they aren't expensive at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we came home and rocked the house tag teaming the turntables, i had a bit of Saki that is still making it's way out of my head just in time to go home and start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my friend is doing a live set at an Art Opening. I  haven't seen him live in years. He is the one who got me started on the whole dancing seen. We used to go to raves when we were younger and we were so naive we didn't even realize everyone was on drugs. We were high on life, cigarettes and coffee. We would shake or asses all night. I so wish there was a place that actually played good music and I wish I still had the stamina I did 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great weekend I am counting down the minutes to end one the worst days of dealing with people ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113235363010950359?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113235363010950359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113235363010950359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113235363010950359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113235363010950359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/11/change-bit-of-color.html' title='Change a bit of color'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113226564870831024</id><published>2005-11-17T16:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T16:14:08.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a trooper</title><content type='html'>I went to visit my sister after her operation, she had extra skin removed from her tummy and a boob lift (she lost 140lbs) and she looked great. They were able to perform the operation without touching her stomach muscle and removed 5lbs of skin from her stomach. WOW. She is keeping a good head about her which is amazing for how intrecate of a procedure she had. Hats off to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has been on my mind for a little over a week now. A friend of mine just had a baby which is great. They have had their dog for 2 years and Basha was a rescued  dog and has really grown to be a great pup and a lot more welcoming to people over that time in fact he loves people now. About a week after they had the baby his dad was clipping his toe nails and cut too deep and so he nipped at his owner. Apparently, this was enough for the new mother to put him to sleep. I am a bit disturbed, I know that if I had just had a baby I would be extra protective but under the circumstances I don't think it was right to put him down. Toenails are very sensitive on dogs in fact you should just let a groomer do it for you I think that the dog had every right to get pissed or at least react the way he did. I am sure the new mommy was scared but come on give the dog a break he just got a new baby and was trying to adjust and he got hurt. I even have a tendancy to bite when someone cuts too deep into my finger nail.  So what do you all think? Please let me know either way what you would do in this circumstance, I am a big animal love but I also adore babies am I being irrational. I am having a hard time even talking to them because I am so upset about this, which I know is lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tonight will be a bottle of wine and playing records and relaxing night. And of course I won't miss ER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113226564870831024?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113226564870831024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113226564870831024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113226564870831024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113226564870831024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-trooper.html' title='What a trooper'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113216344185793603</id><published>2005-11-16T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T11:50:41.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News...Go shopping</title><content type='html'>Last week when I went to the doctor for some tests she said if no one calls you by the end of the week you are good to go. So friday rolls around and 4:30 rolls around which is when the doctors office closes and no phone call. I was really happy they got all the icky stuff back in May woo hoo. So last night I get home from work and there is the doctors note, opening it excitedly, because I was sure I got an A on the test because if I hadn't they would of called right? Wrong the news in the letter was worse then the news I imagined I would have gotten last week via the telephone. Needless to say it was a bit of a let down so I did what I needed to do I braved the first day of snow and headed to the mall for some shopping. I ended up spending more on my fiance because quite frankly I couldn't help it I got him the cutest outfit ever for work. He has been in important meetings all week and damnit you gotta look good for that right! But then I was thinking why did I do that because now all the chicks and gay men in the Skyways will be checking him out. The outfit I got him he would never have bought for himself but he digs it more than I actually thought he would. I bought a few pairs of pants but I was on the verge of opening a marshall fields charge card to put a really expensive purse on it but then reality set in and my inner voice was saying "Don't do it" "But I don't have a really nice purse, you know I am an adult you know" "Don't do it" "Pleeeaaaasssee, I had a hard day" "Don't do it" So then I just ran out the door and didn't do it. It doesn't mean that I won't do it in the future while christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep much last night needless to say. I woke up and was able to get an appointment for the 30th of November so I won't have to wait forever. I also questioned the nurse as to why I didn't call but because she has been trained how to be nice to people and make them think they are wrong because Doctors offices do everything by the book she simply said "They must have called and not gotten ahold of you." Yeah right I have a freakin' cell phone and there was nothing all week. Oh and of course there was no apology. I did request and will again when I go in for further exploring to let them know I want a call for sure good or bad or I will hound them until I get an answer. I usually do that anyway but I didn't this time, I guess I just wanted to believe everything will be all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it will, if I ever get to have pleasurable sex again. I have the sweetest fiance ever but I still get worried that he will dump me because our sex life pretty much has sucked big time for the last 6 months. On that note I am out of here have a good day and have sex for me or a beer or glass or wine or whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113216344185793603?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113216344185793603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113216344185793603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113216344185793603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113216344185793603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/11/bad-newsgo-shopping.html' title='Bad News...Go shopping'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113206446328371224</id><published>2005-11-15T08:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T08:21:03.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do</title><content type='html'>A few months ago I switched jobs more money and more the direction I want to be going. I have kept my old job on a part time basis and I get a lot of (lack of a better word) shit from the office manager. When I worked there I was her pee on that figured out anything she couldn't, which was a lot. I stayed on to help the owner not this woman. This lady will leave me nasty emails saying stuff needs to be done or needing my help but then not taking it. Some weeks I work 20 hours because she is incompetant and other weeks I go in for 45 minutes which really is a waste of my time. I even had to bring my own computer in so I could rework there website. It is now getting to the point that it is more hassle than anything and more stress than a part time job should be. I am thinking about calling it quits but for some reason I feel guilty. Part of me wants to blow her cover because she has given herself mad bonus' that equal more than what I made there in 6 months. But to be quite honest blowing her cover isn't my style anymore. I just need to make a decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113206446328371224?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113206446328371224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113206446328371224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113206446328371224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113206446328371224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-to-do.html' title='What to do'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113201058731538750</id><published>2005-11-14T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T17:23:07.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No news is good news</title><content type='html'>The weather in this part of the US has been very weird. On friday it was 60 degrees outside and for the middle of November that is so weird. Then we had a thunder and lighteniing storm on Saturday. When I was a kid there was a ton of snow already in November and we were having fun frolicking. Aparently they are forcasting snow which means it will be 80 degrees and sunny. I don't mind one bit. It was rather frosty today but I have underground parking at home and thank my lucky stars. No scraping the windows or getting rid of the snow and the best part not freezing my ass off when I get into the car in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No news is good news I guess. I was sapposed to get bad news via the telephone by the end of last week if something turned out in my tests. Or I will get it in writing that everything is all good. So it looks like I am on looking good and safe for a while.   Woo hoo. I just wish they would call you asap reguardless of good or bad just so I can stop thinking about it. I guess I just want to know what my negative result was for exactly. Ok enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does anyone have any good quit smoking programs that they would like to share with me. Because yet again the time of the year has come where I feel so guilty that I am still smoking and want to quit but I really need some help. I can say over the last 3 years my smoking has decreased from tops of a pack and a half a day to now where I smoke maybe 5 - 7. Almost there but having a hard time, it just can't go on anymore. I am looking into a detox program with vitamins and differant things to flush the nicotine addiction out of my system. Again if anyone has any good ones I am all ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a splendid week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113201058731538750?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113201058731538750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113201058731538750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113201058731538750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113201058731538750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-news-is-good-news.html' title='No news is good news'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113171762928497617</id><published>2005-11-11T07:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T08:00:29.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A wee bit of a rant</title><content type='html'>Ok, so what is up with no bedside manners and lack of confidentiality in the doctors off-ice these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First whe the fiance woke up from his surgery a couple a weeks ago the nurse was a total bitch. Not the time a patient wants someone to act that way, they are looking for someone to comfort them, isn't that why they pay through the nose for treatment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he gets a call from the nurse saying that they had gotten the cyst. Good. But then his mother goes to the doctor and the nurse dished out that was actually a benign cyst. So we have two problems the nurse not reading the chart right and reporting right or is it wrong information to the patient. Then breaching the confidentiality contract by discussing it with his mother. He is a grown man for god sakes well over the age of 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to bed side manner. My sister went in for her pre op and the nurse thought she may need to grab a bigger blood pressure gage for her arm until she felt it and set "oh your arm isn't as big as I thought." WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then she goes into the doctor and the doctor (who thank god isn't her surgen) tries to freak her out about her operation by telling a story about a woman who WANTED a tummy tuck and died and left her husband with two kids. She kept trying to tell my sister how dangerous anethetic is. Well, duh but would she have acted this way if it was someone coming in to get their tonsils out. Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am a little outraged by the lack of carrying that is going on in our hospitals and doctors office. The place you go to get your body fixed is now a place you dread more than you initially did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky I have worked with good caring people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your in the health field stick up for us patients when you see your co-workers pull this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113171762928497617?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113171762928497617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113171762928497617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113171762928497617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113171762928497617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/11/wee-bit-of-rant.html' title='A wee bit of a rant'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113164949347775401</id><published>2005-11-10T12:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T13:04:53.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Contact made</title><content type='html'>A few posts ago I talked about all the great people in my life. Well, my friend Julie has been in Alaska all summer and I haven't been able to get a hold of her. But alas she replied to my email. She seems to be doing well, she is back in portland and has a job at the Breast Cancer Center that is a permenant position-Go Julie. She is living with her boyfriend that she has been dating longer than any other man. However the bad news is her brother was diagnosed with cancer and it may be terminal, I can't believe it the last time I saw him he was doing so well and looking healthy. I will be thinking good thoughts for him and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is totally going to flip when she finds out I am getting married it is so cool to tell people even if it has been a while since the engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my mother is saying good bye to a friend who has had cancer for the last year. She was a fighter and shed great light on all the people in her life. So my thoughts are with my mother and the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty depressing week for the cancer victims but then again it is fall and that always brings sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your heads up dear readers and remember life is short be nice to people and live your life to the fullest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113164949347775401?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113164949347775401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113164949347775401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113164949347775401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113164949347775401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/11/contact-made.html' title='Contact made'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113157771595900998</id><published>2005-11-09T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T17:08:35.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a list checking it twice</title><content type='html'>People always ask what do you want for christmas and I usually say nothing really. Because really I can't think of anything I really want that a) I have it or b) I wouldn't ask for something that rediculous. My fiance is the perfect person for me because he actually remembers the things that I want and say in passing. I forget I even want something until he gets it for me. It is great and very thoughtful. However, he usually ends up spilling the beans and tells me. So it isn't even Thanksgiving and I have been informed of my present which is something I have dreamed of but would never by for myself until I am making really good money. He is going to by me turntables and a mixer holy shit I am super stoked. We found someone on craigslist who is selling the whole set up and the box for cheap. We are hoping to check it out tonight and if someone else is interested we are ready to offer more. Wacka Wacka oh and it comes with two crates of records. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all I have to do is get the right outs to plug into my computer and record. And then it is sweet mixes in the ipod. It has been a while since I have had daily access to a set of tables. I may never come out of my office if I get these things. I may indeed drop off the face of the planet. Ok not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is on your christmas list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113157771595900998?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113157771595900998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113157771595900998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113157771595900998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113157771595900998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/11/making-list-checking-it-twice.html' title='Making a list checking it twice'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113147262119545143</id><published>2005-11-08T11:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T11:57:01.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Limbo in Health</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was another follow up visit to see if they were able to get my stage three precancerous cells removed from my cervix a few months ago. Well, I will get bad news by the end of the week or good news in the mail sometime next week. I love the waiting game. In the mean time she believes I have endametriosis and an infections. Hmm maybe that is why sex has been extremely uncomfortable/unenjoyable for all these months. She prescribed the pill so I now must quit smoking and hopefully that will help my problems. Otherwise we will start physical therapy. What I want to know is how do you do physical therapy on a womens cervix? Really, I have been thinking about this and it is way to intriguing, any ideas? I am very hopeful that everything turns out ok it's alot easier the 5th time around the newness of possibly having cancer wears off, I guess. Plus it really gives me an edge on living life to the fullest because really cancer or no cancer we can all get hit by a car, bus, garbage truck you get the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113147262119545143?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113147262119545143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113147262119545143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113147262119545143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113147262119545143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-limbo-in-health.html' title='In Limbo in Health'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113131814436510900</id><published>2005-11-06T16:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T17:02:24.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>While the cat is away...the mouse will relax</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been very rejuvinating, just what the doctor ordered. The boys went hunting so that left me to my old ways of having the house to myself. Saturday afternoon I got a bunch of work done and finally got caught up, it's like a breath of fresh air being on top of bills and work. Then I met up with an old friend that I haven't talked to in forever which was really cool because he brought his neighbor her name the same as mine and we went and played pool. Mid way through the game it hit me we went to school together up at umd back in 95-97 how weird is that. Then the show started it was a bunch of hip hop dj's thrownin' down the mad records so of course I had to shake my ars what else can you do when you got a live groove right in front of you. I called it an early night, I was looking forward to reading in bed with my cats, consuming the whole queen sized bed. Woke up this morning feeling fantastic got the rest of the website I have been working on uploaded without a hitch, I love when that happens. Then it was off to meet my sister for impromptu coffee and then lunch. She was having a rough day and justed needed to talk plus she is having extensive surgery next week and is feeling alittle overwhelmed with all the things she needs to do prior to being bedridden for a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooo proud of my sister. She is six years older than me and has a hard time putting some of our family issues to rest but I think she is finally there. She had gained a lot of weight years ago and had a really hard time losing it because it was emotional bagage fat. Over the last year she has lost one of me 140lbs. She looks fabulous and you tell that a lot of weight has been lifted from her as well she actually glows again. Due to the fact that she was quite heavy and now a great size her stomach skin is unable to heal back to it's normal elasticity so she will be getting all the extra stuff removed and a boob lift. Currently, her boobs are where her stomach is and her stomach is where her thighs are. I am strongly against plastic surgery as noted in past blogs of my mothers neck lift, but this plastic surgery is for all the right reasons and I fully support and am enthusiastic about her choice. It is so nice to have my sister back after many hard years between us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned up the house right before this and now I am signing out to sit and watch some tivoed shows I have missed the last couple weeks.&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/13729871-113131814436510900?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113131814436510900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113131814436510900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113131814436510900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113131814436510900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/11/while-cat-is-awaythe-mouse-will-relax.html' title='While the cat is away...the mouse will relax'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113114284630248498</id><published>2005-11-04T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T16:20:46.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like the olden days</title><content type='html'>Back in the day we would hang out under a train bridge and throw up grafhetti. Well last night I got to relive my childhood. I still got it. The friend I was will likes to do the mens room she thinks that she won't get caught, I guess it's a good plan. She is ruthless and the whole funny part is she never did it when she was young but started just a few months ago. She isn't old school like me. I managed to impress her by my mad ability to express myself in marker on the bathroom wall. The part that sucks is I go to this place rather often so I really hope no one knew it was me. I guess I will have to go low profile for a bit. Probably good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go out there and do something you haven't done in years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113114284630248498?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113114284630248498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113114284630248498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113114284630248498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113114284630248498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-like-olden-days.html' title='Just like the olden days'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113085696343303708</id><published>2005-11-01T08:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:56:03.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Halloween Tradition</title><content type='html'>For the last couple of years my mom has been having us kids over for chili on Halloween and of course check out all the little kids that they get at their house. I live in a condo where there aren't many if any kids so I don't get any traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year they ran out of candy and had to turn the light out early. But this year my mother was determined to have enough candy on hand for a small army. Of course the kids that got bussed in last year didn't come because there wasn't enough candy. Lucky for the kids that still came though because we loaded them up they were looking at us like we were crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving Grandma home I realized there just aren't many trick or treaters anymore. It is kind of sad, will there be a Halloween when I finally have kids?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113085696343303708?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113085696343303708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113085696343303708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113085696343303708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113085696343303708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-halloween-tradition.html' title='The New Halloween Tradition'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113079975711331936</id><published>2005-10-31T16:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T17:02:37.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired by another blogger</title><content type='html'>Sizzle sure does get my brain going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my bought with feminism. I really am not too. thrilled by the perversions of men in the work place. A few years ago I worked at a non-profit that did half way housing for various types of people from people trying to remain sober to sex offenders given a chance after getting out of jail. I worked in the Administrative building as a Secretary yes that was my official title. The building was located next to one of the house predominately for sex offenders and I really didn't have too much trouble with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however have trouble with someone who worked in accounting. He was a loner type guy and I would ocassionaly join him for a cigarette outside. One day he decided to make some inuendos about me being a striper, I politely told him no I was talking about ballet dancing and he kept it up, making disgusting faces as well again I told him to knock it off. Well, he wouldn't and I was then made very uncomfortable. So I walked up to human resources and stated that I was letting them know of the situation of course nothing was done. However, a week later I was fired, I just wasn't working out right. Hmmm what a coincidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years later I moved in with my parents for a short period of time and my mom stated that so and so called do you know him? I thought about it and sure enough it was this sick pig. The weird thing is my parents name was not anywhere in my file at work and as far as anyone knew at the time I was astranged from my family and not having any contact. He just kept calling and calling finally I called my old work and asked them what this was in reference to. He apparently harrassed the other two gals in the office and he was bringing them to court. Mean while he was leaving messages on  my parents machine saying it was in my best interest to call him. It came out that he thought that I would want to get back at the nonprofit by defending him in the court of law. WHAT, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the weirdest situation ever. The funny thing is my mom had answered the phone a couple of times and was able to describe this guy to the T. Both physically and what kind of car he drove. Mom's do have some amazing skills. But that is ancient history now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113079975711331936?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113079975711331936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113079975711331936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113079975711331936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113079975711331936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/10/inspired-by-another-blogger.html' title='Inspired by another blogger'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113035099084313491</id><published>2005-10-26T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T13:23:10.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out to the people I love dearly</title><content type='html'>Not in order of importance but chronalogical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle- I met this young chap way back in junior high orchestra. I have always played the violin but my orchestra teacher was looking for another bass to complete our sound and since I always love learning something new I picked it up. We had 7th and 8th grade orchestra at different times of the day and Kyle was in the other class. Him and his bass budies thought it would be funny to hide the rosin on us girl bassest. This just start a rival and then a great friendship. Once we made it to high school we had class together and realized we loved kickin' it together. Of course it helped that he was year older than me and could drive. We would just cruise on the weekends and go to coffee shops and just talk. This guy helped me through a really tough time in my life and gave me what I needed to move on from a f'ed up child and teenage home life. He has always been there for me when I need someone who could shed som light on me. I love you Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana- Again I met this guy in high school and because boys need to be mean to girls. We grew up across the pond from eachother but weren't good friends until English class where he made fun of my flat chest over and over again. This dude never studied or even read the assignments and would just kick ass, I studied and it didn't work out for me too well. Anyway we really became friends when I asked him to buy me cigarettes he was a senior but had already turned 18 the summer before. So then of course he would drive me to school. We have remained good friends through thick and thin. I dated his best friend for 4 years and they are no longer friends due to the lovely break up his friend and I had. He too has been the morter that has held my house together, the voice of wisdom. I love you D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie- I met this rad chick my freshman year of college when we were crazy gals just out of their parents house. We totally found ourselves and pressed the limits of life and philosophies of life. We have been living all over the place since and everytime we see eachother it's like we never left eachother. When I moved back to minnesota she managed to get me an internship at her place of employment that was super cool. She is currently in Alaska and she has yet to find out about my engagement and the fact that she is hopefully going to be in my wedding. I love you Hulifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa- When I moved to Denver all by myself and started Art school at the ripe old age of 21 I met Lisa in my first class. We had to introduce ourselves and she said that she had gone to MCAD in Minneapolis so when we went out for a cigarette we chatted about Minnesota and why she went there from Colorado. This was the begining of many a crazy girl times. She comes out to visit me at least once a year and we have such a good time. She has been a great listener to me while I was away from my crazy family and she has now had the opportunity to put together the puzzle pieces by meeting them and seeing their insane ways. I am always trying to get her to move out here. Ilove you Lis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill- The love of my life. I ask myself daily where did this guy come from. We met on friendster if that isn't hilarious I had signed up because I have so many friends all over the country and we wanted to share pictures and stuff. Well, I think that I saw his profile and loved it, it was whitty and down to earth, so I wrote him a what up in hopes of having a decent person to Snowboard with. He was the only one I actually talked to outside of my friends. One day he asked me to go to a show. I was weirded out even though I know that it wasn't a date and we had never even talked on the phone. Anyway we met and as they say the rest is history. We clicked and have such a great time together. He is a nice solid match for me who has exactly what I need out of a life person. I looooovvvveee you billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-dog- This is bills sister we hated eachother for quite a while but now we are rockin it. We are total retards together and act like 2 year olds, this is always important to have a party buddy who can keep up and who feeds off of your own funiness. We are mad krunk. I love you sister in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably continue to update this list but these are the few that I just needed to mention because I think about them all the time. I am very thankful to have such great people in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113035099084313491?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113035099084313491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113035099084313491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113035099084313491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113035099084313491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/10/shout-out-to-people-i-love-dearly.html' title='Shout out to the people I love dearly'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113025765861085527</id><published>2005-10-25T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:27:38.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had anything stolen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be physical or emotional. I have had my share of both I can tell you that and I believe that it is now in my past. But just for reminecing sake todays blog will be about things taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I ever had stolen from me was a doozy. I was moving out of state in a few days and I was carrying around my back pack full of important stuff as well as my address book so I could stay in touch with all of my friends that all seemed to be taking off as well on their own journey around the world. Well, I went to get gas and had a weird feeling so I had my friend get out of the car and stand with me while I pumped my gas. I guess I didn't lock the door to my car while I went to pay and somebody stole my backpack with just about everything in it. The best part is they decided to through it in an alley after they realized there really wasn't anything they would want in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the several years of my early twenties that I had my heart stolen many times by big huge losers. I sure did learn quick that I was very naive and allowed people to take advantage of me. In that time period I also had many "friends" steel money I had hidden around my house for emergancy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last bit of stealing of my soul and what not happened about 2 1/2 years ago. In a matter of a month I had a boyfriend (if you call him that) steal my life by abusing and humiliating me and making me feel like I was of no importance to anyone. He did a good job because everyone who encountered me realized my weakness and jumped on the opportunity. I got my car broken into and they stole my portable cd player THAT DIDN'T WORK!  Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I was just recapping all the interesting things that have happened to me and I have survived. I always have a hard time in the fall since everything is dying but I have now turned it into a positive thing where I think about the parts of my life that are dead to me that I have shed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113025765861085527?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113025765861085527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113025765861085527&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113025765861085527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113025765861085527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/10/stolen.html' title='Stolen'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-113017247702620905</id><published>2005-10-24T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T11:47:57.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone is doing it</title><content type='html'>I had the pleasure of attending a conference for work this weekend. It was rather informative and they fed us food, you gotta love that. One of the topics was listening, haven't I heard that before recently oh yeah Sizzle was talking about it. She was talking about it in reference to hospice care and I was being coached on how to deal with customers. But what I find interesting is everyone is a customer and we are constantly selling ourselves. Also, look at your good friendships, do your friends listen to you. Probably, at least a little other wise they wouldn't be your friend most likely. We have always had those people in our life who talk and talk and talk then ask you a question and interupts your response with something more about them. We all like to feel important whether if we are being sold somethin, in a friendship or just having a hard time. So listen up people you make learn something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-113017247702620905?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/113017247702620905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=113017247702620905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113017247702620905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/113017247702620905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/10/everyone-is-doing-it_24.html' title='Everyone is doing it'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112976061346046998</id><published>2005-10-19T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T17:23:33.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Juicy Lucy</title><content type='html'>This evening is going to  be juicy lucy evening. We will go and gorge ourselves and hopefully not have a heart attack from all the greese.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have taken tomorrow off to bring my fiance to the doctor to have a gangleon (sp) cyst removed from his wrist. He is looking forward to getting this thing off of him due to the fact that it hurts rather bad. So I get the day off from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have now come to realize I have scheduled a meeting with the neighbor to chat with him about some websites that he needs help with and I also have to work on the IFTA reports for my other job. I know you are all so curious as to what an IFTA report is so I am going to tell you, it is a report to find out how much we have been taxed on our various semi's in each state, on how many gallons of gas per mileage we actually drove. I know this all is so interesting don't be jealous because we all know that the grass is never greener on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me I take care of my parents lawn and it is definately the nicest lawn in their outrageously wealthy neighborhood. They all have it done by someone that they may hundreds of dollars to and they would be correct our grass IS greener than theirs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112976061346046998?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112976061346046998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112976061346046998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112976061346046998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112976061346046998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/10/juicy-lucy.html' title='Juicy Lucy'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112967345387166078</id><published>2005-10-18T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T17:10:53.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Designers or Lack there of</title><content type='html'>I don't know if any of you out there are graphic designers but if you are please tell me you know that if you are printing something it needs to be in CMYK and also if you are doing something for the web that would be RGB right? I thought that this was a given either that or I went to a really good school (which I know was because I will probably have it finally paid off the day before I retire). The strange thing is I went to school in Colorado and I am now living in Minneapolis which is one of the biggest printing cities in the US and it appears Minnesota graduates didn't learn a damn thing about printing. Sorry I just had to complain out of the fact that I am hoping someone agrees with me or at least feels my pain or perhaps if you are a designer and didn't know the information stated above you have learned something that will pain the people who do your printing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, um if you are going to have a website that advertises that you are a graphic designer, just stating that you can do logos, wedding invitations, mailers, etc isn't the same thing as showing actual work that you have done. Yes I can take pictures but I would much rather show some of my photos instead of describing them on a webpage to get clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently changed jobs where I am working closer to my field and will hopefully gain the knowledge to have my own business. Working in the printing field as an Account Manager (to learn front of the house operations) and having a degree and 12 years of experience in Graphic Design really makes me wonder what is up with these designers and why they are designing and it is nearly impossible for me and my fellow Graphic Designers to get jobs. They must cost their company's a shit load of money because they don't know how to send things to the printer umm make sure the pictures are there and hmm I am using a really odd font and I haven't outlined it but I bet they have it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best things is these jerk offs that call and want a rediculous order done two days from now and you say yes I can do it but what I need from you is to send the file imediately make sure a, b and c are all there. We will send you a proof and in order for us to fulfill your order you need to proof it by 3. Well, I have had two of these nimrods this week. They both sent their file the day after we spoke the day before it was due. Also they missed something in the set-up and took their sweet time getting me the info. Well guess what folks you have now delayed your print a day sucks to be you. We use presses here that take a while to dry on the page it isn't done by a giant inkjet like the one on your desk, it takes time. Um yeah and we need to cut it to the size you ordered we don't print on 2.0x3.5 paper, thus again you have to wait for it to dry or we will ruin your work. Oh and guess what since you didn't send your quantity we couldn't order the Special paper you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough is enough, I can't wait for this week to be over. If anyone else would like to share their stories the comments are open and I will make sure to answer any questions about printing or graphic design. I will also answer any comments that agree or disagree with the previous information I spewed down on the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112967345387166078?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112967345387166078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112967345387166078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112967345387166078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112967345387166078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/10/designers-or-lack-there-of.html' title='Designers or Lack there of'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112964146206634611</id><published>2005-10-18T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T08:17:42.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Growing up and having something to look forward to made the days so long and my mother would always say when you get older the days just fly. Well, that is the truth, especially when they are packed to the brim. Last week was a blur of go there do that and it was all worth it. Friday I crawled into bed and read at 10:00 and we had a beautiful day in the sun relaxing on Saturday which lead up to a beautiful evening. We had intended on going to fill our growlers at our favorite Brew Pub and head home for a night relaxing. We relaxed alright but in front of their fire pick talking with all types of neat people from different walks of life. It was perfect under the full moon and couldn't have been a more spirited place to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112964146206634611?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112964146206634611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112964146206634611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112964146206634611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112964146206634611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/10/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112898575820973341</id><published>2005-10-10T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:09:18.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friends, Good Food and Good Cheers</title><content type='html'>This weekend we got to have a friend of ours and his new girlfriend in from out of time. They are an awesome couple, He is a pilot and She is a flight attendent. We spent the weekend showing them a good time in town by going to fabulous restarants and of course the Mall of America aka MOA. To be quite honest I hate the place but thought I could find a pair of black shoes because hmmm there are a million stores, yeah right. I found plenty of shoes I would have liked to have purchased but they didn't have one of these pairs in my size. After that whole ordeal we decided to find them guys, they were in the bar. We of course thought they had headed off to Hooters so we ran up. Where we saw Homecoming dates going in, I so would have kicked my dates ass if he had taken me there, I guess things have changed. Anyway to our surprise they weren't there they were at Tony Romas. Throughout the weekend we hit a few parties, a couple good bars and did some dancing and of course layed around. The best part of the weekend was I didn't even get a head ache from drinking. Of course after Thursday I wasn't going to let that happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112898575820973341?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112898575820973341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112898575820973341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112898575820973341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112898575820973341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-friends-good-food-and-good-cheers.html' title='Good Friends, Good Food and Good Cheers'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112856823387432519</id><published>2005-10-05T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:10:33.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence/Married Life is it Possible</title><content type='html'>Is it possible to live your life with the independency that your used to but also with the person that your heart and you want to spend every moment with? As I have stated before I have lived alone for a really long time. It has been 3 months of spending all my time with my lova and I still want to be with him all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really enjoy my alone time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight he is spending the night at his parent to go to the doctor early to get a ganglion cyst removed. And I am totally loving it. I am not doing anything differant than when being with him but for some reason it feels right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we started dating it was important to me to not lose my independence and I haven't but it is myself that makes me feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance makes the heart grow fonder and I thrive on that. So it IS possible if I am honest to myself. Hmmmm...I guess I worked it out, thank you for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112856823387432519?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112856823387432519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112856823387432519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112856823387432519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112856823387432519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/10/independencemarried-life-is-it.html' title='Independence/Married Life is it Possible'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112834297868800585</id><published>2005-10-03T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T07:36:18.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's getting hot in here</title><content type='html'>I have a really hard time sleeping on sunday nights, I don't know if it's the anticipation of work on monday or the week ahead. But last night was no different except for it was hotter then hell in the bedroom. It's too flipin' hot for this time of year in minnesota, I don't get it are we going through global warming or what? It looks like fall but doesn't feel like fall, it's nice but can a girl get some sleep up in this piece. I woke up several times barely covered and still hot. But the weird thing is that I woke up once and my engagement ring was off my finger under my stomach. What's up with that? The ring couldn't have fallen off on it's own, did I take it off and if so why. And yes I am full of questions this morning and can't get enough coffee in me to get motivated to get ready for work. If this is what menopause is like take my female parts out right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112834297868800585?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112834297868800585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112834297868800585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112834297868800585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112834297868800585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-getting-hot-in-here.html' title='It&apos;s getting hot in here'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112830931959788524</id><published>2005-10-02T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T22:15:19.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...Not Like I Used to</title><content type='html'>It's really official I can not party like I used to. Ok, I can but it takes a shit load out of me. I had a long week and needed some social stimuli, so I convinced the fiance to go have a drink with his sister. You see he was very tired and didn't want to go out really but he gave in anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with her for a low key drink with some of her friends and then slightly buzzed I decided we HAD to hang out with this friend/we want him to be her boyfriend of hers. So we track him down and go meet up with him. Where I realized my fiance will defend my honor like nobodies business. Some guy was being alittle too friendly and I was just noding and smiling because there was a bit of a language barrier and drinks involve. Well, fiance was having none of this when the guy kept trying to hug me so he charged across the bar and pushed him. My sister and I retreated to the bar and bought him a peace offering and we worked everything out, but I have to admit I felt pretty damn special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bar we went to yet another party and hung out and had a bonfire. On the way out the door I eyed up some nuts in a bowl and shoved a handful in each pocket. We headed to a friends house where the sister and law and I preceded to revert back to kindergarten by cracking these nuts for a good hour with our feet. She was shocked by how I kept pulling these nuts out of my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say it felt good to get a tad crazy but it didn't feel so good getting home right before dawn. We couldn't figure out how this girl does this 3 or 4 times a week and then eureka she doesn't have job or many responsabilties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fun as that night was I am glad that I live the low key life in the subarbs with my honey, my cats and a turtle. I can't wait for the white picket fence and three car garage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112830931959788524?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112830931959788524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112830931959788524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112830931959788524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112830931959788524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/10/not-like-i-used-to.html' title='...Not Like I Used to'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112792895794777594</id><published>2005-09-28T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:35:57.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will they like what I have instore for them</title><content type='html'>This is a relief blog today. The three females in my family were able to syncronize our busy lives and found a day to look at the wedding dresses. I tried on a few before I tried on "the one". They loved the first two but then looked extremely uncomfortable with my favorite choice. My solution pick out as many dresses as you want and like for me to try on. You gotta have an open mind even when you have your heart set on one. I tried on another 10 dresses and then they had me put on my favorite and now they loved it. In fact they are crazy about it I am amazed. But not really seeing as I thought I would like dresses and they looked like crap you really can't tell until it is on you. My mom and my sister are absolutely thrilled with the dress I picked out but only after making me try on what they thought would look good on me and didn't. Horrah, the 2 biggest things for my wedding are out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to think about invitations that I get to design...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112792895794777594?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112792895794777594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112792895794777594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112792895794777594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112792895794777594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/09/will-they-like-what-i-have-instore-for.html' title='Will they like what I have instore for them'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112775937058123295</id><published>2005-09-26T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T13:29:30.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed Out</title><content type='html'>I am feeling a tad bit over whelmed lately. Starting a new job and getting into the swing of things takes alot of energy. But while doing this I am working at my old job coming up with better ways for them to run their business. I am the youngest one at the company, the lowest paid and am in charged of alot of decisions and I don't even know if I spelled the word correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home I feel completely inadiquate in the cleaning and feeding myself area and I am sure that my fiance is not appreciating this. However, he has been really understanding of my work load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is ironing out details for the wedding that I want to get out of the way because they are the big decisions and I will feel better when they are done. I found several dresses that I like but 1 that I think I must have. I have to show my mother of course and it is double what she wanted to pay for a dress 1,000 instead of 500 but thankfully I am working my ass off so the least I can do is pay for what she doesn't want to pay. I don't think she is being cheap or anything but really you can't get a dress made of a decent fabric that will be warm enough for fall in Minnesota. Now my sister wants to be apart of it so I am trying to find time in my life and have to coordinate both of them and the lady who I am working with to find a good time. When all I want to do is order the dang thing because it is perfect and get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to be bitching about this because it is a beautiful thing to be getting married it just seems like I have everyone else running my schedule and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope they like the dress I want because that will make things way easier however when you get three women together who happen to be related there is always a potential of a cat fight or a gang up mostly on me the youngest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am trying to keep positive and am just venting online because if you don't want to read this you don't have to and there for I feel ok about getting my frustrations out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week and if you think about it send some energy and patients my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112775937058123295?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112775937058123295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112775937058123295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112775937058123295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112775937058123295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/09/stressed-out.html' title='Stressed Out'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112747938701332940</id><published>2005-09-23T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T07:43:07.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom in Answering Phones</title><content type='html'>Let's start with Wednesday evening. I get home from work and the clouds to the north look rather frightening but other than that it was a gorgeous night 80 degrees mid-september, in Minnesota? I turn on the tv to watch an editedd version of Sex in the City and there is notheing but weather warnings. Apparently, we were in for a doozy. So being the crazy mother/cat woman I collected the cat into the bathroom and found their kenels, I did not want to bring them down to the garage for a third time this year but I was definately willing. Then it hit it was a crazy storm wind and rain, it was all quite loud so I watched it and it eventually blew over. On the tv they reported 100,000 people with out electricity which sucks because alot of people from texas and lousiana had headed up here the day before in hopes of better weather, yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called and asked if I had power and I did but I looked out the back and noticed everywhere around me was out. The lights flickered a bit that evening and Thursday morning but that was it. As I drove my quick 3 minute drive (yes I drive because I like to come home for lunch), I notice a bunch of trees down. When I pull into work I hear a really loud noise thinking to myself is that a generator. Sure enough my work had no power they hooked the generator up for a few computers and that was it. We scrambled to get jobs that needed to be done to other print shops that had power around the city. I of course being new didn't have anything pressing or anything to do. So I got to sit and answer the phones for 8 hours. The day was so long. I really hope that the power is back on today for I can not deal with another drawn out day especially right before the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112747938701332940?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112747938701332940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112747938701332940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112747938701332940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112747938701332940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/09/boredom-in-answering-phones.html' title='Boredom in Answering Phones'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112732713098495267</id><published>2005-09-21T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:25:30.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alitttle assistance please</title><content type='html'>As I have complained a bit in the past about my past work situation and the fact that my boss was very passive aggressive as well as disrespectful and threatened by me. I informed the owner because they can't keep anyone in the position I held (and currently do part time) due to the Office mananger. Well, down below is an email that I received from her after they had a meeting about the fact that I was no longer working there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah sure you bettcha! I will figure it out! Kind of sounds like a&lt;br /&gt;foreign language to me!!! (ha, ha, he, he)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so how's the new job going? Do you really like it???? &lt;br /&gt;What would it take to get you back here????&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you say you were unhappy? We all had a meeting this morning&lt;br /&gt;and Dave filled us in that you left because you were unhappy? &lt;br /&gt;If you were unhappy w/me, please understand that I have been so used to&lt;br /&gt;doing everything by myself and it is tough to let go. Change is tough&lt;br /&gt;for me and I should welcome it w/open arms! (Dahhhhh right!)&lt;br /&gt;Dave mentioned you didn't like the notes, believe me that was not ment&lt;br /&gt;as any insult in any way it is just my way communicating it is just&lt;br /&gt;easier to write it down rather then sit and talk about it, I just&lt;br /&gt;figured if you had any question you would ask me then I would explain&lt;br /&gt;further. So if I offended you I didn't mean too and I am sorry. I just&lt;br /&gt;wish you would have said something and maybe you would still be here.&lt;br /&gt;You were catching on and I know Dave had many things planned for you&lt;br /&gt;giving you additional tasks to lighten my load, and now that he is&lt;br /&gt;planning on bringing in Quicken he had plans for that for you. &lt;br /&gt;So bottom line kiddo, if you don't like your new job (hope you don't!!!)&lt;br /&gt;we want you to come back here. OK&lt;br /&gt;Now Dave doesn't know I am sending you this, but we were all on&lt;br /&gt;agreement this morning that we would like you to come back if that is&lt;br /&gt;what you want. Give me a call at home or on my cell if you want to chit&lt;br /&gt;chat about this ok I will be out in Maple Grove tonight for a soccer&lt;br /&gt;game, but won't be leaving the house until 6:15? Or call my cell.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty crazy huh? Wow she actually admitted her faults, hmmm maybe her job is being threatened but she sure kissed my ass in this one which I didn't even know that she was able to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just keep reading this and letting it soak in before I decided to call. What should I do? Please help do I call and tell her what I think or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112732713098495267?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112732713098495267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112732713098495267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112732713098495267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112732713098495267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/09/alitttle-assistance-please.html' title='Alitttle assistance please'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112713524389924274</id><published>2005-09-19T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:07:23.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonalds times 2</title><content type='html'>This weekened started out with a happy hour downtown minneapolis. We met up at 6 and carried happy hour until 10, we were having so much fun. We went to this new (ok new to me it has been there for 18 months) Jazz place with an excellant outdoor seating arrangement. Luckily it was a beautiful night probably one of the last. We got crazy enough to meet up with some people we normaly don't see. We ended up seeing a band of some friends and heading back to an old friends house because frankly I was not going to drive all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fiance fell fast asleep while our friend and I stayed up talking about a difficult ex-fiance he had. She is wonderful, intelligent human being who at 27 just hasn't gotten it together. She had a great upbringing and everything she could ever want, traveling, school paid for and parents that would do anything for her. But she just seems lost in this world. I was trying to explain that no matter how you grew up good or bad we all have our own story and there comes a time where you just need to let it go and move on with your life. This is advice that I have repeated to myself over and over again and believe it or not it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we woke on Saturday we needed to get to the place where we are hold our wedding so we could put a down payment on the site and hammer out some of the details. In the morning daze after a night of drinking we decided to stop at mc donalds, which we never do unless I guess if we are in this state. Well we stoped and they gave me the wrong food, but at this point I was dead set on Mickey D's so we stopped at a second one. How gross is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we got most of our weekend errands done and I cooked a fabulous pesto penne pasta with pine nuts. mmmmm I get it for lunch today too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112713524389924274?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112713524389924274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112713524389924274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112713524389924274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112713524389924274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/09/mcdonalds-times-2.html' title='McDonalds times 2'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112687493573835856</id><published>2005-09-16T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T07:48:55.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Busy</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been a while it has been a crazy couple of weeks even though I have had to 3 day weekends in a row. I like not working mondays I wish I could do that forever. This last weekend was get the house in order, go by a new shower head, and a new curved shower curtain holder. I know this is alittle to exciting don't fall off your seat as you read this. Yes, I finally broke down and got a new shower head, see I live in a condo that was just turned into from apartments from the 80's, so there has been a complete floor overhaul, light fixture overhaul and now it is time to start working on the plumping apparel.  I have done the fixture in the bathroom but the shower head I think was hung for midgets, I am 5'8 and I have to bend slightly to get the shampoo out of my hair. There have been many a mornings I have clocked my head, usually in a hung over state. Well there will be no more of that...once we get it in. Then we got one of those curved shower curtain holders so it opens the tub area a bit. My mom says that there isn't sapposed to be two people in the shower well sorry mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we found a site for our wedding and the fiance gets to approve it this weekend and then its a done deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is happy hour with some friends woo hoo, it's friday. Saturday we were going to do our annual get drunk on rolling rock, get gas all while watching 3 movies at the drive in. But Burn Out 3 will be in our mail box and what can I say I love crashing fictional cars...it's too expensive to crash real cars. That game is the best and I have impressed many a gaming boys with my mad skills. Of course we have it riged so we can burn it right to the xbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so relaxing this weekend because I have started my new job and have been working part time establishing a new accounting software at my old job which will launch in January. So I have a super busy couple of months which will allow me to save a bunch of money which will be a first in the history of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend and keep it real!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112687493573835856?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112687493573835856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112687493573835856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112687493573835856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112687493573835856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-busy.html' title='So Busy'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112611048328250846</id><published>2005-09-07T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T11:28:03.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Prostitutes or Dolls or Hookers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/1600/brazt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/320/brazt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw these dolls I was like they are so cute in a candy raver sort of way. Not for a 5 year old. There was a discussion about these dolls on the radio this morning and it was rather interesting. I think that the dolls are way cuter than barbie but are a bit more slutty. You know the short skirts all the make up and the hooker boots. They are quite funky but they definately were not made by kids for kids. Do they encourage little girls to want to dress like hookers? Does barbie? Who really know except for the fact that parents need to do the raising of their children not dolls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note I turn this topic to the television where they will have a bratz cartoon. Now I really wonder what these clubbin', dating, night time street walkin' dolls are going to share with the viewers. This is all food for thought and I am torn back and forth because they are cute but they also look like hookers. Please do tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/1600/catz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/320/catz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note I love the cats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112611048328250846?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112611048328250846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112611048328250846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112611048328250846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112611048328250846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/09/mini-prostitutes-or-dolls-or-hookers.html' title='Mini Prostitutes or Dolls or Hookers?'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112602675224515543</id><published>2005-09-06T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T12:12:32.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/1600/12indexdimensions04182004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/400/12indexdimensions04182004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome weekend, Friday was super low key, a couple of beers and a movie at home 7 Layer Cake, a super sweet English film, highly recommended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the day to go to the State Fair and get crazy crunked. Well, that didn't really happen since it was raining like crazy and just kept getting worse. So we quick scarfed a bunch of food and left. Nice none of us spent over 20 bucks. I think that is the easiest I have ever gotten off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed over to a get together and I finally have had the honor of being accepted into the clique by my soon to be Sister-In-Law. She is freakin' hilarious and we totally have fun, it is super cool that we were able to get over the whole I hate you you hate me but we really like eachother but we are going to make eachothers lives miserable just because we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone brought turntables so that was a blast I got to whip out all my records I haven't listened or played in at least a year. There was alittle too much drinking going on and I wasn't as smooth as I had hoped to be but whatever it was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was insane and everyone was getting crazy, some more than others. There is this particular individual who had been talked up like crazy and he shows up and is lame. Number 1 he looked like he was 16 and he was lame. How can you have such a following and be lame, so I decided he was a total Scenester, whatever not impressed. Well, in my drunktardness (spelled that way intentionally) He was standing by the edge of the pool and I walked by and tapped him in. Literally, it looked more like he had jumped. Well, the poor kid handled it well however his whole life is over (socially) because his cell phone is now dead. Shit I didn't even think about that, I didn't have mine on me, oh well it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we get up and eat then head back to my house to have some peace out time. When I walk in my cat makes a weird meow like I had left without giving him food well that wasn't it his sister had been stuck in the closet for 15 hours. I am a horrible mommy. Ok not really I asked if she had been seen in the last few minutes well I guess she is a sneak. She didn't seem to mad and I didn't find any evidence of an accident so I guess we are all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the whole weekend was the purchase of a powerbook G4 laptop, so happy, OH and we got a TIVO woo hoo. Fuck you Comcast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112602675224515543?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112602675224515543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112602675224515543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112602675224515543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112602675224515543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/09/sweet-weekend.html' title='Sweet Weekend'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112559594809141669</id><published>2005-09-01T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T12:32:28.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Finger</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we went to a little get together BBQ, a chance for me to show off my ring and boy were we crazy. I managed to make a particular individual almost spit his beer out of his mouth almost every time he took a sip. It was amazying I was on it and whittier then ever. I was pretty much talking about our crazy fun relationship and some of the stupid shit that we say and do. Such as we fart and burp like crazy and we talk about farts and poop. Why...because we can and it never gets old. When we are out in public we forget that "normal" people don't talk about it to the extent that we do or at all for that manner. As the night went on I just kept coming up with new material, maybe it was the lime in my corona giving me this extra boost but we were all in stitches jivin'. We were servin' left and right. One of the party goers decided that we needed our own reality show called "Love Finger". All because I went into some crappy poetic deal about have my engagement presented to me on my love finger closest to my heart. Yeah who knows. So we are going to start "Love Finger"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112559594809141669?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112559594809141669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112559594809141669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112559594809141669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112559594809141669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-finger.html' title='Love Finger'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112534365028640270</id><published>2005-08-29T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T14:27:30.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's on</title><content type='html'>On Thursday of last week, I got engaged. Who would have ever thought that would happen. Well, I did woo hoo. If you want to see more info I actually started a blog for us and our journey at http://storyofbillandjess.blogspot.com There are some pictures too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112534365028640270?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112534365028640270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112534365028640270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112534365028640270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112534365028640270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-on.html' title='It&apos;s on'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112492078273444625</id><published>2005-08-24T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T16:59:42.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am over it</title><content type='html'>So yesterdays blog was due to PMS you got it, thats what I kind of thought but sometimes it just sneaks up on ya. I think the boyfriend has my cycle logged, because he is that kind of man. He of course forgave my snippiness and I went to bed early last night because I actually had to get up and go to an interview before I went to work. And yes I so want this job but that is all I will say as to not jinx myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112492078273444625?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112492078273444625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112492078273444625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112492078273444625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112492078273444625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-over-it.html' title='I am over it'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112480892965596230</id><published>2005-08-23T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T09:55:29.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too old for change?</title><content type='html'>So my boyfriend moved in about a month ago and I am having a hell of a time dealing with what time he gets up. It's just early enough to make me wake up but not to actually get up. He gets up an hour and  a half before me and it drives me nuts. I am so tired plus I stay up and read a little later then him. He told me not to drink caffiene before I go to bed which I don't my last caffiene is by noon when my one cup of coffee is finished or cold. I would just get up and go to work but I can't go in early which he can pretty much just work whenever he wants to. Plus he gets home before me and gets a good amount of alone time. Which I think that I am need deperately. I am sure that it will get better but it's just hard after living alone for the last almost 10 years. If anyone has any suggestions please share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112480892965596230?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112480892965596230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112480892965596230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112480892965596230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112480892965596230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/08/too-old-for-change.html' title='Too old for change?'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112446460094657247</id><published>2005-08-01T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T10:16:40.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>We would have liked to have slept in but unfortunately there was an announcer/wannabe comedian talking on a microphone start at 7am right outside of our window to encourage the bicylest through the finish line. Yeah that was fantastic. We got all packed and headed over to Denny's for breakfast and ran into my parents that I never thought I would see there in a million years. Ordered food and waited a good hour or so to actually get it and eat it, I thought I was going to pass the fuck out but I survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we headed to the outlet mall in Silverthorn and picked up a bunch of stuff. I got a couple Burton t-shirts and this really rad clive bag (only $15). Then we headed over to Breckenridge where I showed B my old condo. We had lunch I got sentimental and then wanted to get the hell out of there. So we took loveland pass over to I-70 because b had never been there, it was so cold and windy up there it was nuts. We then are headed to Evergreen and the 45 minute drive ended up being a good 2 1/2 hour drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having a bbq at my aunts and then camping in her backyard. The yard backs up to a national forest it was gorgeous. I got to meet my cusins husband and little boy and get caught up and talk about the old time. It was fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112446460094657247?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112446460094657247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112446460094657247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112446460094657247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112446460094657247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112412278914258534</id><published>2005-07-31T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T11:20:41.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 the Wedding</title><content type='html'>We woke up early since the wedding was at 11:30am and I had to get my man's clothes all ironed and looking schnazy. Plus we had to get over to my parents hotel for me to pick up my shoes and shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to the church and were early so we took some pictures of us all dressed up you just in case we need a picture of us dressed up soon (engagement, hmmmm). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church was really neat and I also found out that the boyfriend (who went to a catholic private school in Belgium) does not know the Lords Prayer. I could hardly contain myself, I also thought it to be great. We also agreed that when we get married it will be about 10 minutes long and then we are going to party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/1600/church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/320/church.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony we had time to grab a nice lunch on the base of the Mountain and had a glimpse of the Bride and Groom getting pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed back to the hotel to change into something casual and get ready for a crazy treck up the mountain to the reception. There was a warning on the invite that we may want to hitch a ride with someone with a 4 wheel car if it rained or if we didn't have one. Well, we were up for the challenge and the 45 minute drive to the top. When we got there it was fabulous they had a tent and the cute cabin with a fire in the fireplace. The only downfall is it started raining right when the reception started. You can't win them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/1600/cabin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/252/1219/320/cabin.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the reception which we left early because we were exhausted we headed back into town grabbed some beer at &lt;a href="http://www.beaverliquors.com/"&gt;Beaver Liquor&lt;/a&gt; too funny. And went back had a few and crashed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112412278914258534?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112412278914258534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112412278914258534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112412278914258534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112412278914258534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-3-wedding.html' title='Day 3 the Wedding'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112387397410563535</id><published>2005-07-30T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T15:49:03.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 More Driving</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I loath Nebraska more then I did the last 10 times I have driven across that state. Road work or threatened road work the whole entire time WTF. It took probably an extra 2 hours to cross that cow stinking state. The boyfriend started the day driving and I was starting to get severly antsy even though I had the PSP to play and a book. So I decided I can't take this anymore please let me drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it into Denver around 6:30pm to have dinner with a good friend of mine. It is amazying how much a town can change or be forgotten in a matter of 4 years. Well I guess that why 4 years. Anyway we had dinner at our old Watering Whole boy was that weird. We did have to cut it short because we had to get up to Beaver Creek to check into our hotel and get a good nights sleep before the wedding on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what people do in Denver on a Friday night. They head up to the Mountains for the weekend. The drive was dreadful and I also couldn't show off my amazing mountain driving skills either. We finally arrived at 12:00am checked in, droped off our bags and located the nearest bar. I had to twist the boyfriends arm but shit we just drove over a 1,000 miles and we are finally at one of our destinations let have a beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one beer and could hardly keep our eyes open, boy did we sleep well especially because this was a much nicer hotel room that didn't have any precarious obvious fluids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in for more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112387397410563535?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112387397410563535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112387397410563535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112387397410563535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112387397410563535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-2-more-driving.html' title='Day 2 More Driving'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112360501356910193</id><published>2005-07-29T02:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T11:30:13.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And We are off</title><content type='html'>We finally got home from work and all loaded up at around 7:00pm and ready to hit the road. Oh, but of course we are starving so we head off to the Burger King woo hoo I rarely eat fast food but then again what are road trips about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get on the road around 7:15 hoping to get to Nebraska before we grab a motel. Well, B didn't make it as far as we had planned because he had already been on the road an hour and a half before we starte this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is now my turn. Everything was going great a car passed me and I thought hmmph I should follow him until I realized he was going over 90 in a 70. So I slow down and pull back to the right lane and thats when the state trooper passes me to nail the guy in the mustang. Little did I know they were going for both of us. So yes I am not even two hours into my driving and I get a ticket. Damn it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided screw this lets stop in Des Moines and get some sleep but first some beer to shake this experience from my mind. The hotel was disgusting and had some interesting bodily fluids on the blanket that is supposed to be washed. Apparently, the top comforter doesn't need to be washed by law. That is so gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is it for Day 1 of Trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112360501356910193?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112360501356910193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112360501356910193&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112360501356910193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112360501356910193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-we-are-off.html' title='And We are off'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13729871.post-112256075738299992</id><published>2005-07-28T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T09:25:57.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation...I am out of here</title><content type='html'>It has been a crazy, crazy week. I am loaded with work because three days after I get back from vacation my boss is going on vacation which meant I needed a crash course in how she does payroll, how she codes it and various other tasks that I am sure I will not remember by the time I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it I will be gone for 10 days. Have a great week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13729871-112256075738299992?l=ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/feeds/112256075738299992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13729871&amp;postID=112256075738299992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112256075738299992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13729871/posts/default/112256075738299992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ikatrontimesfour.blogspot.com/2005/07/vacationi-am-out-of-here.html' title='Vacation...I am out of here'/><author><name>Ikatron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259990882107435289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
