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Sadly, when you're single with no children it isn't always happy. I've been trying to focus on what I have instead of what I don't have. It doesn't help that it's almost the one year anniversary of JP's death. BLAH! I'll get through it, somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-1635289532765590197?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/1635289532765590197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=1635289532765590197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/1635289532765590197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/1635289532765590197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season...'/><author><name>Carolyn 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url='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k284/sparkletags/Flags/th_americanflagstars.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-2802198965088781632</id><published>2007-11-10T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T07:12:52.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just desserts:</title><content type='html'>I asked Elliot to buy me a dessert the other day. He said no. I can't imagine why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20071107/lf_nm_life/dessert_dc"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Click here for the one I asked for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-2802198965088781632?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/2802198965088781632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=2802198965088781632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/2802198965088781632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/2802198965088781632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-desserts.html' title='Just desserts:'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-3064308566959489319</id><published>2007-11-01T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:46:03.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How I spent MY Halloween</title><content type='html'>Lots of cute little goblins, witches and a couple of Orcs came by. I can't be sure but I think Logan and Munch came dressed like Harry Potter. This one &lt;s&gt;kid&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;youngester&lt;/s&gt; person came dressed just like that scary SVU detective. "Aren't you little old for trick-or-treating?" &lt;em&gt;No, give me candy.&lt;/em&gt; "Sorry, this candy is for the kids and male detectives in gladiator costumes. YOU don't qualify." &lt;em&gt;How about some coffee then?&lt;/em&gt; "Yeah sure, come on in." I resisted the urge to ask him if he managed to get kicked out of two women's houses.&lt;br /&gt;I was glad to see Elliot because it has been a long time since we spent time together. I guessed something must be bothering him or he wouldn't have came over. I started to ask about it but I knew if he wanted to talk he would. Sometimes you just got to get away from your life. I was wearing the cop costume he picked out, not because I thought he would come by but because I thought he wouldn't. What could be more fun than razzing him about missing out on seeing it!? Oh well, he saw me in it. He kept trying to get me to interrogate and handcuff him. I told him if it wasn't for the trick-or-treaters then I would consider it. His solution: Scaring the kids. I told him if he didn't stop then I would change clothes. He didn't believe me. Proved him wrong!&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice night, I always enjoy spending time with him. Still can't figure out why he wanted to watch that show about ghost hunting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-3064308566959489319?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/3064308566959489319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=3064308566959489319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/3064308566959489319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/3064308566959489319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-i-spent-my-halloween.html' title='How I spent MY Halloween'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-6671433386405451206</id><published>2007-10-31T07:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T07:48:44.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkletags.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="The HOTTEST ORIGINAL graphics on the NET at Sparkletags.Com" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z195/sparkletags4/Halloween/d1dc455d.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WwW.SparkleTags.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-6671433386405451206?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' 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sometime bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never get those moments back,&lt;br /&gt;such precious time to waste,&lt;br /&gt;and all because of things you said&lt;br /&gt;in anger and in haste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're loving someone&lt;br /&gt;and your pride has settled in,&lt;br /&gt;you may not ever have the chance&lt;br /&gt;to say to them again ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you and I miss you&lt;br /&gt;and although we don't agree,&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to see your point of view,&lt;br /&gt;please do the same for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-8557374427143825121?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/8557374427143825121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=8557374427143825121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/8557374427143825121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/8557374427143825121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/10/point-of-view-ive-heard-it-said-dont-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-6762386875410637769</id><published>2007-10-25T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T09:25:32.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Email I received, thought it was funny enough to share:&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe it's just me but I think judge #3 might be Logan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry, but I had to forward this...it is funny...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'Recently, I was honored to be selected as a judge at a chili cook-off. The original person called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge's table, asking for directions to the Coors Light truck, when the call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that the chili wouldn't be all that spicy; and, besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted and became Judge 3.'Here are the scorecard notes from the event:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; CHILI # 1 - MIKE'S MANIAC MONSTER CHILI...Judge # 1 -- A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick.Judge # 2 -- Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.Judge # 3 (Frank) -- Holy crap, what the hell is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the flames out. I hope that's the worst one. These Texans are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; CHILI # 2 - AUSTIN'S AFTERBURNER CHILI...Judge # 1 -- Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight jalapeno tang.Judge # 2 -- Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.Judge # 3 -- Keep this out of the reach of children. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. They had to rush in more beer when they saw the look on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; CHILI # 3 - FRED'S FAMOUS BURN DOWN THE BARN CHILI...Judge # 1 -- Excellent firehouse chili. Great kick.Judge # 2 -- A bit salty, good use of peppers.Judge # 3 -- Call the EPA. I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Get me more beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. I'm getting a buzz from all of the beer.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; CHILI # 4 - BUBBA'S BLACK MAGIC...Judge # 1 -- Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.Judge # 2 -- Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili.Judge # 3 -- I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Sally, the beer maid, was standing behind me with fresh refills. This 300 lb.. woman is starting to look HOT... just like this nuclear waste I'm eating! Is chili an aphrodisiac?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; CHILI # 5 LISA'S LEGAL LIP REMOVER...Judge # 1 -- Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive.Judge # 2 -- Chili using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.Judge # 3 -- My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted, and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher. I wonder if I'm burning my lips off. It really ticks me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw them.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; CHILI # 6 - VERA'S VERY VEGETARIAN VARIETY...Judge # 1 -- Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spices and peppers.Judge # 2 -- The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. SuperbJudge # 3 -- My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulfuric flames. I crapped on myself when I farted, and I'm worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that Sally. Can't feel my lips anymore. I need to wipe my butt with a snow cone.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; CHILI # 7 - SUSAN'S SCREAMING SENSATION CHILI...Judge # 1 -- A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.Judge # 2 -- Ho hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili peppers at the last moment. **I should take note that I am worried about Judge # 3. He appears to be a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably.Judge # 3 -- You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldnt feel a thing. I've lost sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili, which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava to match my shirt. At least during the autopsy, they'll know what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing it's too painful.. Screw it; I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I'll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; CHILI # 8 - BIG TOM'S TOENAIL CURLING CHILI......Judge # 1 -- The perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili. Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.Judge # 2 -- This final entry is a good, balanced chili. Neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge #3 farted, passed out, fell over and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make it. poor feller, wonder how he'd have reacted to really hot chili?Judge # 3 - No Report &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-6762386875410637769?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/6762386875410637769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=6762386875410637769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/6762386875410637769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/6762386875410637769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/10/email-i-received-thought-it-was-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-7146704625258294261</id><published>2007-10-21T17:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:55:54.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A love story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed, 17 Oct 2007 14:40:29 +0000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will seek and find you . .&lt;br /&gt;I shall take you to bed and have my way with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make you ache, shake &amp;amp; sweat until you moan &amp;amp; groan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm finished with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, get your mind out of the gutter and go get your flu shot! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-7146704625258294261?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/7146704625258294261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=7146704625258294261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/7146704625258294261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/7146704625258294261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/10/subject-love-story-date-wed-17-oct-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-3843012517398487153</id><published>2007-10-18T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T08:22:42.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AAARRRRRGGGHHH!</title><content type='html'>I've got an earworm and it's driving me CRAZY!!!!! I can't get that darn song about a Green Tamborine out of my head!!!!!!!! Someone make it stoppppppppppppp!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-3843012517398487153?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/3843012517398487153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=3843012517398487153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/3843012517398487153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/3843012517398487153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/10/aaarrrrrggghhh.html' title='AAARRRRRGGGHHH!'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-6680068092755958731</id><published>2007-10-13T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T20:58:30.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>email thing</title><content type='html'>It's easier to just post it than try and email it to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's harder than it looks!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Use the 1st letter of your LAST name to answer each of the following... They have to be real places, names, things... nothing made up! Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same initial. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Last name: Barek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Famous artist/band: Bad Company&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Four-letter word: bite&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; US state: No fair, there isn't one that starts with a B&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Boy name: Blake&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Girl name: Betty&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Occupation: Bartender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Something you wear: Boots&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Celebrity name: Brigdett Bardou&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Something found on your plate: Bacon&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Reason for being late: blood pressure problems&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Something you shout: Back off!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Body part: Bone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Elliot, you know you want to do this thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-6680068092755958731?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/6680068092755958731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=6680068092755958731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/6680068092755958731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/6680068092755958731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/10/email-thing.html' title='email thing'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-824079880760818314</id><published>2007-10-12T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T18:47:36.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not to be out done..</title><content type='html'>Here are my choices for costumes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTTTU-73JYE/Rw_5XU3C1iI/AAAAAAAAABc/hCeTYzuhbB4/s1600-h/costume1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120585480475432482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTTTU-73JYE/Rw_5XU3C1iI/AAAAAAAAABc/hCeTYzuhbB4/s320/costume1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTTTU-73JYE/Rw_5XU3C1jI/AAAAAAAAABk/lLcDGiWzbqQ/s1600-h/costume2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120585480475432498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="284" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTTTU-73JYE/Rw_5XU3C1jI/AAAAAAAAABk/lLcDGiWzbqQ/s320/costume2.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTTTU-73JYE/Rw_5Xk3C1kI/AAAAAAAAABs/lTxO47iSW3g/s1600-h/costume3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120585484770399810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTTTU-73JYE/Rw_5Xk3C1kI/AAAAAAAAABs/lTxO47iSW3g/s320/costume3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-824079880760818314?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/824079880760818314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=824079880760818314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/824079880760818314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/824079880760818314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-to-be-out-done.html' title='Not to be out done..'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZTTTU-73JYE/Rw_5XU3C1iI/AAAAAAAAABc/hCeTYzuhbB4/s72-c/costume1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-172711835511817843</id><published>2007-10-07T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T08:54:42.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know why...</title><content type='html'>...People send me such weird stuff but:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chezmaya.com/applet/valentin.htm"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The cursor makes it move)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-172711835511817843?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/172711835511817843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=172711835511817843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/172711835511817843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/172711835511817843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-know-why.html' title='I don&apos;t know why...'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-4298682060983257606</id><published>2007-10-06T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T19:11:50.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun:</title><content type='html'>A friend showed me this weird place so I had to try it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.necroticobsession.com/gothname.html"&gt;Get your Goth name here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is: Chaotic Kittie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-4298682060983257606?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/4298682060983257606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=4298682060983257606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/4298682060983257606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/4298682060983257606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for fun:'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-8622442636119793319</id><published>2007-09-15T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:31:16.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still around, but...</title><content type='html'>...Nothing very exciting has been going on in my life lately. I haven't talked to Mike or Elliot lately. I've tried calling them but they haven't been around. Hmm, you think they are avoiding me? I guess that's about it, just wanted everyone to know I am still here. Let me know how things are in your lives. I could use some excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-8622442636119793319?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/8622442636119793319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=8622442636119793319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/8622442636119793319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/8622442636119793319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-still-around-but.html' title='I&apos;m still around, but...'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-271712701820382065</id><published>2007-09-03T08:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:39:52.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkletags.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="The HOTTEST ORIGINAL graphics on the NET at Sparkletags.Com" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s82/sparkletags3/Labor%20Day/Happy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WwW.SparkleTags.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-271712701820382065?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/271712701820382065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=271712701820382065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/271712701820382065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/271712701820382065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/09/www.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s82/sparkletags3/Labor%20Day/th_Happy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-4128022692319975822</id><published>2007-08-25T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T17:53:12.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok I was bored:</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="120" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" width="300" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height="100%" width="100%" background="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/whitedot.gif"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="middle"&gt;How Will I Die Quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="How Will I Die Quiz" src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/results/howwillidiequiz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will die at the age of 112&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be killed by Rosanne Barr when she snaps on day in the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/how_will_i_die_quiz.php"&gt;Find out how you will die&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/"&gt;Quizopolis.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Quizopolis" src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/smallquizopolis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/smiley_quiz.php"&gt;&lt;img alt="Which Smiley Are You" src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/smileys/0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table height="120" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" width="300" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height="100%" width="100%" background="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/whitedot.gif"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="middle"&gt;Reality TV Show Quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="How Will I Die Quiz" src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/results/realitytvshowquiz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect Reality TV Show would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Polygamist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contestants race to see who can marry the most people in 10 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/reality_tv_show_quiz.php"&gt;Find out your Reality TV Show&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/"&gt;Quizopolis.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Quizopolis" src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/smallquizopolis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-4128022692319975822?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/4128022692319975822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=4128022692319975822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/4128022692319975822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/4128022692319975822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-i-was-bored.html' title='Ok I was bored:'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-9145026513378284059</id><published>2007-08-09T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T18:28:37.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never shaking hands again!!!</title><content type='html'>&gt; &lt;em&gt;During an hour's swimming at a municipal pool you will ingest 1/12 liter&lt;br /&gt;&gt; of urine.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; In an average day your hands will have come into indirect contact with&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 15 penises (touching door handles, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; An average person's yearly fast food intake will contain 12 pubic hairs.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; In a year you will have swallowed 14 insects - while you slept!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Annually you will shake hands with 2 women who have recently masturbated&lt;br /&gt;&gt; and failed to wash their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Annually you will shake hands with 26 men who have recently masturbated&lt;br /&gt;&gt; and failed to wash their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; In a lifetime 22 workmen will have examined the contents of your dirty&lt;br /&gt;&gt; linen basket.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; At an average wedding reception you have a 1/100 chance of getting a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; cold sore from one of the guests.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Daily you will breath in 1 liter of other peoples' anal gases.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; HAVE A GREAT DAY...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ....and wash your damn hands &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; **recieved via email**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-9145026513378284059?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/9145026513378284059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=9145026513378284059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/9145026513378284059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/9145026513378284059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/08/never-shaking-hands-again.html' title='Never shaking hands again!!!'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-8925751621844244385</id><published>2007-08-06T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:21:06.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No time for coffee...</title><content type='html'>I got to see Elliot today. First time in a &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; long time. I didn't get to visit with him as long as I wanted to but I had an appointment that I couldn't be late for. Seeing him for such a short amount of time only made me miss him more. I spent the rest of the afternoon worrying about him. I promised I would call him, maybe he should've promised to answer the phone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-8925751621844244385?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/8925751621844244385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=8925751621844244385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/8925751621844244385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/8925751621844244385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-time-for-coffee.html' title='No time for coffee...'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-273786008374847245</id><published>2007-08-04T20:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T21:05:56.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay</title><content type='html'>Congrats to my man A-Rod for being the youngest player to hit 500 homeruns!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I changed the layout a bit. What do you think about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-273786008374847245?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/273786008374847245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=273786008374847245' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/273786008374847245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/273786008374847245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/08/yay.html' title='Yay'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-5141105548510803717</id><published>2007-07-15T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T17:50:40.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How I spent my Summer vaction:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTTTU-73JYE/RpqWnv-XRRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ktecmX093UM/s1600-h/100_4342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087544338705499410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTTTU-73JYE/RpqWnv-XRRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ktecmX093UM/s320/100_4342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTTTU-73JYE/RpqWoP-XRSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fzMgXBXswns/s1600-h/100_4339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087544347295434018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTTTU-73JYE/RpqWoP-XRSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fzMgXBXswns/s320/100_4339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTTTU-73JYE/RpqWov-XRTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ptek76h5xSc/s1600-h/100_4340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087544355885368626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTTTU-73JYE/RpqWov-XRTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ptek76h5xSc/s320/100_4340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-5141105548510803717?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/5141105548510803717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=5141105548510803717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/5141105548510803717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/5141105548510803717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-i-spent-my-summer-vaction.html' title='How I spent my Summer vaction:'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTTTU-73JYE/RpqWnv-XRRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ktecmX093UM/s72-c/100_4342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-8924223986618472300</id><published>2007-07-08T20:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:17:27.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; What Made Me Me&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Long ago and far away,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; In a land that time forgot,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Before the days of Dylan,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Or the dawn of Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; There lived a race of innocents,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And they were you and me,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Long ago and far away&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; In the Land That Made Me Me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Oh, there was truth and goodness&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; In that land where we were born,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Where navels were for oranges,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And Peyton Place was porn.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; For Ike was in the White House,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And Hoss was on TV,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And God was in His heaven&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; In the Land That Made Me Me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; We learned to gut a muffler,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; We washed our hair at dawn,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; We spread our crinolines to dry&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; In circles on the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And they could hear us coming&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; All the way to Tennessee,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; All starched and sprayed and rumbling&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; In the Land That Made Me Me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; We longed for love and romance,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And waited for the prince,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And Eddie Fisher married Liz,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And no one's seen him since.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; We danced to "Little Darlin'",&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And Sang to "Stagger Lee"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And cried for Buddy Holly&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; In the Land That Made Me Me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Only girls wore earrings then,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And three was one too many,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And only boys wore flat-top cuts,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Except for Jean McKinney.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And only in our wildest dreams&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Did we expect to see&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; A boy named George, with Lipstick&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; In the Land That Made Me Me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; We fell for Frankie Avalon,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Annette was oh, so nice,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And when they made a movie,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; They never made it twice.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; We didn't have a Star Trek Five,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Or Psycho Two and Three,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Or Rockey-Rambo Twenty&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; In the Land That Made Me Me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Miss Kitty had a heart of gold,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And Chester had a limp,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And Reagan was a Democrat&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Whose co-star was a chimp.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; We had a Mr.Wizard,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; But not a Mr.T,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And Oprah couldn't talk, yet&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; In the Land That Made Me Me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; We had our share of heroes,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; We never thought they'd go,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; At least not Bobby Darin,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Or Marilyn Monroe.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; For youth was still eternal,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And life was yet to be,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And Elvis was forever,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; In the Land That Made Me Me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; We'd never seen the rock band&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; That was Grateful to be Dead,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson ,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And Zeppelins weren't Led.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And Beatles lived in gardens then,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And Monkees in a tree,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Madonna was a virgin&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; In the Land That Made Me Me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; We'd never heard of microwaves,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Or telephones in cars,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And babies might be bottle-fed,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; But they weren't grown in jars.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And pumping iron got wrinkles out,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And "gay" meant fancy-free,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And dorms were never coed&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; In the Land That Made Me Me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; We hadn't seen enough of jets&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; To talk about the lag,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And microchips were what was left at&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; The bottom of the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And hardware was a box of nails,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And bytes came from a flea,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And rocket ships were fiction&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; In the Land That Made Me Me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Buicks came with portholes,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And side show came with freaks,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And bathing suits came big enough&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; To cover both your cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And Coke came just in bottles,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And skirts came to the knee,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And Castro came to power&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; In the Land That Made Me Me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; We had no Crest with Fluoride,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; We had no Hill Street Blues,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; We all wore superstructure bras&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Designed by Howard Hughes.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; We had no patterned pantyhose&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Or Lipton herbal tea&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Or prime-time ads for condoms&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; In the Land That Made Me Me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; There were no golden arches,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; No Perriers to chill,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And fish were not called Wanda,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And cats were not called Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And middle-aged was thirty-five&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And old was forty-three,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And ancient was our parents&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; In the Land That Made Me Me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; But all things have a season,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Or so we've heard them say,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And now instead of Maybelline&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; We swear by Retin-A.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And they send us invitations&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; To join AARP,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; We've come a long way, baby,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; From the Land That Made Me Me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; So now we face a brave new world&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; In slightly larger jeans,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And wonder why they're using&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Smaller print in magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; And we tell our children's children&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Of the way it used to be,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Long ago, and far away&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; In the Land That Made Me Me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; --Author unknown&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-8924223986618472300?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/8924223986618472300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=8924223986618472300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/8924223986618472300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/8924223986618472300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-made-me-me-long-ago-and-far-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-4950883147191393519</id><published>2007-07-04T08:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T08:15:57.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkletags.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="The HOTTEST ORIGINAL graphics on the NET at Sparkletags.Com" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s82/sparkletags3/4th%20July/13.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WwW.SparkleTags.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-4950883147191393519?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/4950883147191393519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=4950883147191393519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/4950883147191393519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/4950883147191393519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/07/www.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s82/sparkletags3/4th%20July/th_13.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-7068758749365351714</id><published>2007-06-30T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T11:37:25.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my goodness</title><content type='html'>I have injured my knee, it hurts!!! I can barely walk. It hurts to move. I feel like whining!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-7068758749365351714?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/7068758749365351714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=7068758749365351714' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/7068758749365351714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/7068758749365351714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Oh my goodness'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-2402796800292038385</id><published>2007-06-23T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:57:36.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Fin doing something different with his hair?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZTTTU-73JYE/Rn1e5FfcjbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/raGznXT_E_I/s1600-h/PDVD_032.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079320289563413938" style="DISPLAY: block; 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(A-Rod is hot)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: I went to the Yankees game. (A-Rod is still hot)&lt;br /&gt;Friday: I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mets&lt;/span&gt; game, they were playing the Yankees. (Delgado is hot but A-Rod is hotter)&lt;br /&gt;Today: Slept late. Went to make coffee, looked at the dishes that need to be done, found a cup so decided against running the dishwasher. Kicked my way through the laundry that needs to be done, found a clean shirt so decided against running the washing machine. Tripped over something on the floor that needs to be vacuumed, was able to make it to the couch so decided against running the vacuum. Decided to lay on the couch, read, and watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Elliot posted a picture of the apron, you HAVE to go see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-5141940097944768157?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/5141940097944768157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=5141940097944768157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/5141940097944768157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/5141940097944768157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/06/busy-or-just-lazy.html' title='Busy or just lazy?'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-3701352378455309525</id><published>2007-06-12T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T10:21:26.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>I decided to take time off so I thought I would post something. Mainly because Ames now lives in Da Bronx and I'm afraid she will hurt me if I don't put something up!&lt;br /&gt;Things have been busy, obviously. I've been out of town a lot. I'm tired. I miss my friends. I feel like I've been neglecting Elliot. He and Liv have some serious stuff going on and I haven't been around to help them.&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing? I've been doing some private investigating. Not quite MCS but it keeps me busy and I get to help people which I love!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to this little sandwhich/coffee shop. It was so peaceful and quiet. I love how those little shops smell. The food was very good. Oddly I didn't even have coffee. There were just too many to choose from. I wanted to try all of them but I didn't think that would be a good idea so I didn't try any of them. I know Elliot is shaking his head right now. HE can't pass up a cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not supposed to go out of town again for a couple of months. Maybe I'll be better about updating! Just a thought: We should try to get together for July 4th. Nothing better than a cookout with friends. Right? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of food-If you bet Mike a lunch and he loses, you should probably be specific about the meal. I don't think giving me something he pulled out of the back of the refrigerator counts as a real lunch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-3701352378455309525?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/3701352378455309525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=3701352378455309525' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/3701352378455309525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/3701352378455309525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally.html' title='FINALLY!'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-2747970613199004885</id><published>2007-06-09T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T10:37:58.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I know, sorry</title><content type='html'>I promise a real post will be coming soon. Until then enjoy an email I received:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ESTROGEN ISSUES"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 WAYS TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE "ESTROGEN ISSUES":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Everyone around you has an attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;2. You're adding chocolate chips to your cheese omelet.&lt;br /&gt;3. The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your jeans.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your husband is suddenly agreeing to everything you say.&lt;br /&gt;5. You’re using your cellular phone to dial up every bumper sticker that says: "How's my driving-call 1- 800-".&lt;br /&gt;6. Everyone's head looks like an invitation to batting practice.&lt;br /&gt;7. Everyone seems to have just landed here from "outer space."&lt;br /&gt;8. You're sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy.&lt;br /&gt;9. The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you bought it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOP TEN THINGS ONLY WOMEN UNDERSTAND:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Cats' facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;9. The need for the same style of shoes in different colors.&lt;br /&gt;8. Why bean sprouts aren't just weeds.&lt;br /&gt;7. Fat clothes.&lt;br /&gt;6. Taking a car trip without trying to beat your best time.&lt;br /&gt;5. The difference between beige, ecru, cream, off-white, and eggshell.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cutting your hair to make it grow.&lt;br /&gt;3. Eyelash curlers.&lt;br /&gt;2. The inaccuracy of every bathroom scale ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, the Number One thing only women understand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. OTHER WOMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-2747970613199004885?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/2747970613199004885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=2747970613199004885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/2747970613199004885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/2747970613199004885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/06/yeah-i-know-sorry.html' title='Yeah, I know, sorry'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-3134555271621667305</id><published>2007-05-28T08:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T08:29:13.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkletags.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Courtesy of SparkleTags.com" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s82/sparkletags3/Memorial%20Day/Memorialday5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of SparkleTags.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-3134555271621667305?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/3134555271621667305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=3134555271621667305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/3134555271621667305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/3134555271621667305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/05/courtesy-of-sparkletags.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s82/sparkletags3/Memorial%20Day/th_Memorialday5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-8689591749409088883</id><published>2007-04-23T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:47:20.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got bored:</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="120" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" width="300" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height="100%" width="100%" background="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/whitedot.gif"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle" width="90"&gt;&lt;img alt="Are you a 70s girl" src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/results/70sgirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; 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FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="middle"&gt;Congratulations, according to our experts, you have :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;38% of the luck o' the Irish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/irish_quiz.php"&gt;Take the Luck o' the Irish Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/"&gt;Quizopolis.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-8689591749409088883?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/8689591749409088883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=8689591749409088883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/8689591749409088883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/8689591749409088883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-got-bored.html' title='I got bored:'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-6794973871923707341</id><published>2007-04-21T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T11:13:19.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So I've been away for a minute...</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been around lately. Things have been (to quote Officer Special K) crazy busy. I was out of town for a while, I know excuses, excuses. I had a good time. Easter was good, I ate too many chocolate bunny ears but I do that every year.  I have also been doing some undercover, private investigating kind of stuff. I'm still in the middle of it so I can't give any details. It feels good to get back out there and try to make a difference in people's lives. The Yankees have been doing okay this season, especially my man A-Rod. Can you believe he already has 12 homeruns!? I do make a point to watch at least part of the game.&lt;br /&gt;I think that about covers my life. How are things with everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;I know this is kind of short but I bet Logan I would post before him so I had to put something up! I'll update more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-6794973871923707341?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/6794973871923707341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=6794973871923707341' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/6794973871923707341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/6794973871923707341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-ive-been-away-for-minute.html' title='So I&apos;ve been away for a minute...'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-809331261662904668</id><published>2007-04-08T09:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T09:21:20.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sparkletags.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Courtesy of SparkleTags.com" src="http://www.photobucket.com/albums/k281/sparkletags2/holidays/Easter/happyeasterbunniecarrot1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of SparkleTags.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-809331261662904668?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/809331261662904668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=809331261662904668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/809331261662904668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/809331261662904668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/04/courtesy-of-sparkletags.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-6760838363509781070</id><published>2007-03-18T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T09:12:31.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Article</title><content type='html'>Not that anyone I know would need this information, but just in case:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.com/experts/healthnews/2451/is-there-a-hangover-cure"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;IS THERE A HANGOVER CURE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, check out the banner on the side. &lt;a href="http://www.zachbraff.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Zach Braff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, my hero "JD" from &lt;em&gt;Scrubs&lt;/em&gt;, has a new movie coming out soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-6760838363509781070?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/6760838363509781070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=6760838363509781070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/6760838363509781070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/6760838363509781070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/03/article.html' title='Article'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-5072590527397652618</id><published>2007-03-17T08:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T08:49:41.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sparkletags.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Courtesy of SparkleTags.com" src="http://www.photobucket.com/albums/k281/sparkletags2/holidays/St%20Patricks%20Day/paddyday9876.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of SparkleTags.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-5072590527397652618?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/5072590527397652618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=5072590527397652618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/5072590527397652618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/5072590527397652618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/03/courtesy-of-sparkletags.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-7712127910249631235</id><published>2007-03-16T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T17:56:23.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitions:</title><content type='html'>Eight Words with two Meanings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;THINGY&lt;/strong&gt; (thing-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;) noun&lt;br /&gt;Female......Any part under a car's hood.&lt;br /&gt;Male......The strap fastener on a woman's bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;VULNERABLE&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vul&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bel&lt;/span&gt;) adjective&lt;br /&gt;Female....Fully opening up one's self emotionally to another.&lt;br /&gt;Male.......Playing football without a cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;COMMUNICATION&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;myoo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kay&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shon&lt;/span&gt;) noun&lt;br /&gt;Female...The open sharing of thoughts and feelings with one's partner.&lt;br /&gt;Male...Leaving a note before taking off on a fishing trip with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;COMMITMENT&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mit&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ment&lt;/span&gt;) noun&lt;br /&gt;Female....A desire to get married and raise a family.&lt;br /&gt;Male......Trying not to hit on other women while out with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;ENTERTAINMENT&lt;/strong&gt; (en-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ter&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tayn&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ment&lt;/span&gt;) noun&lt;br /&gt;Female....A good movie, concert, play or book.&lt;br /&gt;Male......Anything that can be done while drinking beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;FLATULENCE&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;flach&lt;/span&gt;-u-lens) noun&lt;br /&gt;Female....An embarrassing byproduct of indigestion.&lt;br /&gt;Male......A source of entertainment, self-expression, male bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;MAKING LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; (may-king luv) noun&lt;br /&gt;Female......The greatest expression of intimacy a couple can achieve.&lt;br /&gt;Male...Call it whatever you want, just as long as we do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;REMOTE CONTROL&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;moht&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;kon&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;trohl&lt;/span&gt;) noun&lt;br /&gt;Female....A device for changing from one TV channel to another.&lt;br /&gt;Male.....A device for scanning through all 375 channels every 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Received&lt;/span&gt; this via e-mail)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-7712127910249631235?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/7712127910249631235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=7712127910249631235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/7712127910249631235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/7712127910249631235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/03/definitions.html' title='Definitions:'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-3104595820556200968</id><published>2007-03-09T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T19:52:37.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay already!</title><content type='html'>Before Elliot sends the search &amp; rescue team after me I thought I should put something up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been busy. I've been in and out of town and didn't have reliable Internet access. The cell wasn't working too good either. So, here I am. I'm alive and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a an email I received:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTTTU-73JYE/RfIBO4ZijdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BpToM_2RUlY/s1600-h/bikeforsale.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040092288150310354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTTTU-73JYE/RfIBO4ZijdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BpToM_2RUlY/s320/bikeforsale.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-3104595820556200968?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/3104595820556200968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=3104595820556200968' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/3104595820556200968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/3104595820556200968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-already.html' title='Okay already!'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZTTTU-73JYE/RfIBO4ZijdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BpToM_2RUlY/s72-c/bikeforsale.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-3526186889381228824</id><published>2007-02-21T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:45:01.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Who Should Paint You: Tamara de Lempicka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/tamara-de-lempicka.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're universally attractive with a modern appeal&lt;br /&gt;A portrait of you would be both bewitching and approachable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/"&gt;What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Not Ready to Date Again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyoureadytodateagainquiz/ready-date-5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And deep down you probably know it.&lt;br /&gt;Your ex is the number one thing on your brain.&lt;br /&gt;And you're still suffering from the post break-up blues.&lt;br /&gt;This is when you need to take care of yourself -&lt;br /&gt;And take a break from men (especially your ex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for you to pamper yourself!&lt;br /&gt;Warm bath, plenty of essential oils, and a good book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyoureadytodateagainquiz/"&gt;Are You Ready To Date Again?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-3526186889381228824?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/3526186889381228824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=3526186889381228824' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/3526186889381228824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/3526186889381228824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/02/who-should-paint-you-tamara-de-lempicka.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-2849707980818354331</id><published>2007-02-18T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T15:01:27.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentine's day was more emotional for me than usual. I made it through though. A friend of mine told me it is the most "single unfriendly" day of the year. I had to agree with her! I hope everyone else's was good.&lt;br /&gt;I spent my morning watching The History Channel. As I watched, I wondered if Munch took over the programming controls because almost everything on was about conspiracies. I laughed because I could picture him taking over the control booth.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've mainly just been reading and sleeping. I do lead an exciting life, don't I? What has everyone else been doing? Anything exciting going on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-2849707980818354331?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/2849707980818354331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=2849707980818354331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/2849707980818354331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/2849707980818354331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-was-more-emotional-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-409473897009330299</id><published>2007-02-14T08:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T08:01:42.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sparkletags.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Courtesy of SparkleTags.com" src="http://www.photobucket.com/albums/k281/sparkletags2/holidays/Valentines/happyvdayheartpurple1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of SparkleTags.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-409473897009330299?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/409473897009330299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=409473897009330299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/409473897009330299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/409473897009330299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/02/courtesy-of-sparkletags.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-4624523851188997378</id><published>2007-02-10T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T12:42:19.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay sorry, I've been in hiding lately. I've had so many ups and downs lately  I just didn't feel like facing the world. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I think I'm going to be okay I'll see, hear or smell something that brings back memories and then the water works start again.&lt;br /&gt;I very much enjoyed to Scrubs marathon last weekend. Nomi-I hope you enjoy your Magnum PI marathon. Retro or not, I wish I could watch it with you! Tom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Selleck&lt;/span&gt; is very nice to look at.&lt;br /&gt;I spent a day with Jen earlier this week. We went to eat and did some window shopping. Side note-Why do they call it "window shopping"? I have never once went out and shopped for a window. We had a good time. We didn't talk about anything serious we just spent the day being silly. The look on people's faces when you walk up a down escalator is priceless in case you've ever wondered. Speaking of escalators, did you know that is one of the only things that can never break? Really, if they quit working they just become stairs! I've always found that interesting. Okay, note to self-no more Irish Coffee before posting a blog.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a nice weekend. Oh and Elliot? I made some cookies just for you. I'll bring them to you one of these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-4624523851188997378?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/4624523851188997378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=4624523851188997378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/4624523851188997378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/4624523851188997378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay-sorry-ive-been-in-hiding-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-599993749915111707</id><published>2007-02-05T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:58:27.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick question</title><content type='html'>For those who watched the Super Bowl...&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite commercial?&lt;br /&gt;Mine is a toss up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;between&lt;/span&gt; the Snickers one and the Bud Light "hitchhikers" one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-599993749915111707?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/599993749915111707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=599993749915111707' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/599993749915111707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/599993749915111707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/02/quick-question.html' title='Quick question'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-117062800975226982</id><published>2007-02-04T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T12:54:18.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to JP's grave today. I usually go at least once a week because I think it helps with the healing process. It is getting harder and harder though. I miss him but I know I need to move on with my life. I know he is never coming back. Elliot, Mike and the rest of my friends have been worried about me but they have been nice enough to give me my space and let me deal with it in my own way. When I got back home I fell asleep on the couch. For the first time in a month I slept soundly. I took that as a good sign. I know everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't mean to sound so depressing. The big game will be on soon and I have cookies in the oven. I hope everyone else is doing well!?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I caved to peer pressure and switched to New Blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-117062800975226982?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/117062800975226982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=117062800975226982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/117062800975226982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/117062800975226982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-went-to-jps-grave-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-117052087843009780</id><published>2007-02-03T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:50:23.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been out of town most of this week. I spent some time with my sister and her family. I love them but those kids wear me out. I think I'm getting too old to hang out with them! Speaking of feeling old, I realized today that one of her kids will be getting their driver's permit this year. I was in the delivery room when she was born, now she is almost old enough to be driving. YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;In other news: The Super Bowl is tomorrow. Who do you think will win? My favorite part of the game=The cool commercials! Anyone having a Super Bowl party? Can I come? I'll make cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Mike? I like Entourage, THAT one I would've enjoyed watching with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I just remembered, there is a Scrubs marathon on this afternoon! Little things like that make me so happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-117052087843009780?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/117052087843009780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=117052087843009780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/117052087843009780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/117052087843009780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-been-out-of-town-most-of-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-117011456569994025</id><published>2007-01-29T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T18:49:25.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny email I received:</title><content type='html'>In most of the United States, there is a policy of checking on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any stalled vehicle on the highway when the temperatures drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down to single digits or below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 AM, one very cold morning, Trooper Allan Nixon #658&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;responded to a call there was a car off the shoulder of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside Shattuck . He located the car, stuck in deep snow, and with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the engine still running. Pulling in behind the car with his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emergency lights on, the Trooper walked to the driver's door to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an older man passed out behind the wheel with a nearly empty vodka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottle on the seat beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver came awake when the Trooper tapped on the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the rotating lights in his rearview mirror, and the State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trooper standing next to his car, the man panicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jerked the gearshift into 'drive' and hit the gas. The car's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speedometer was showing 20-30-40 and then 50 mph, but it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still stuck in the snow, wheels spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trooper Nixon, having a sense of humor, began running in place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next to the speeding, but still stationary car. The driver was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally freaked, thinking the Trooper was actually keeping up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with him. This goes on for about 30 seconds, then the Trooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yelled, "Pull over!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man obeyed, turned his wheel and stopped the engine. Needless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to say, the man from Dumas, Texas was arrested, and is probably still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaking his head over the State Trooper in Oklahoma who could run 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says Trooper's don't have a sense of humor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-117011456569994025?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/117011456569994025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=117011456569994025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/117011456569994025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/117011456569994025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/01/funny-email-i-received.html' title='Funny email I received:'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116992785402342556</id><published>2007-01-27T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T14:57:34.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>I have had a headache for two days! It is starting to get on my nerves. Nothing majorly excited is going on around here right now. Just taking things day by day. Oh, I think I'm addicted to Scrubs now. I have to watch it EVERYDAY. I lead a very dull life these days.&lt;br /&gt;What has everyone else been up to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116992785402342556?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116992785402342556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116992785402342556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116992785402342556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116992785402342556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/01/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116975838039229296</id><published>2007-01-25T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T15:53:42.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOR THE RECORD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sense of humor! Just because I didn't like that stuff that Mikey likes doesn't mean there is anything wrong with my humor! If we had been watching something like Scrubs I would've been rolling in the floor laughing. That is a funny show and JD is too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that I've cleared that up-Sorry I haven't been around for a few days. Sometimes life gets in the way. I miss JP. During the day I stay busy enough to not think about it but nights, that is a different story. I haven't been sleeping well lately. I guess it'll pass eventually. What has been going on in your life? Right now I am desperately trying to find that ding dong I hid. I need something sweet, thanks to my former partner I have no more junk food and I REALLY don't want to go shopping again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116975838039229296?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116975838039229296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116975838039229296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116975838039229296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116975838039229296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-record-i-have-great-sense-of-humor.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116940335952135668</id><published>2007-01-21T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T13:16:37.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored again:</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="120" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" width="300" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height="100%" width="100%" background="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/whitedot.gif"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are You A Good Date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Are You A Good Date" src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/results/areyouagooddate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, according to our experts, you scored :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;82% which makes you A Hot Date&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a hot date. Anyone that dates you is in for a treat, you know how to treat your dates right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/are_you_a_good_date.php"&gt;Are You A Good Date, find out&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/"&gt;Quizopolis.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Quizopolis" src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/smallquizopolis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" width="320" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 1062px" width="388" background="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/whitedot.gif"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="surveytitle" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/results/mysecretssurvey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 16px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 2px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="middle"&gt;My Secrets Survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; FONT: 11px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/my_secrets_survey.php"&gt;Take This Survey&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/"&gt;Quizopolis.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/results/mysecretssurvey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" colspan="2" height="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e6eeee" colspan="2" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="top" width="125"&gt;What's in your wallet?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="right" width="175"&gt;Cobwebs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="top" width="125"&gt;What's under your bed?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="right" width="175"&gt;Dust bunnies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="top" width="125"&gt;What's on that way top shelf or in the very far back of your closet?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="right" width="175"&gt;That shirt I\'ll never be able to fit in again&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="top" width="125"&gt;What's in your underware drawer?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="right" width="175"&gt;You want me to describe what they look like?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="top" width="125"&gt;What's in the trunk of your car?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="right" width="175"&gt;Spare tire&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="top" width="125"&gt;What's in your desk or locker?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="right" width="175"&gt;Unfinished letters&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="top" width="125"&gt;Do you have a super-secret hiding place and what's in it?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="right" width="175"&gt;Don\'t have one, if I did I wouldn\'t tell you what was in it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="top" width="125"&gt;Do you feel guilty about something right now, if yes what?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="right" width="175"&gt;Yes, I can\'t tell you what it is though&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="top" width="125"&gt;What is the most embarassing thing in your room right now?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="right" width="175"&gt;A picture from my Christmas party. *It\'s not embarassing to me but it would be to the person in the pic!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="top" width="125"&gt;Have you done something recently you hope no one finds out about?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="right" width="175"&gt;Yep&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="top" width="125"&gt;What is your last thought before you fall asleep?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="right" width="175"&gt;\"Don\'t fall off the bed\"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="top" width="125"&gt;How long have those leftovers been in the fridge?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="right" width="175"&gt;I just cleaned it out TODAY!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="top" width="125"&gt;If I confiscated your computer and took a look around....what would I find?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="right" width="175"&gt;Not sure.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="top" width="125"&gt;Do you sleep with anything?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="right" width="175"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="top" width="125"&gt;What is your midnight snack weakness?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="right" width="175"&gt;Crackers and cheese&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="top" width="125"&gt;Have you ever you shop lifted?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="right" width="175"&gt;Nope&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="top" width="125"&gt;Have you ever vandalized anything?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="right" width="175"&gt;Does it count as vandalism if I own the item?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="top" width="125"&gt;Ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="right" width="175"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="top" width="125"&gt;What do you wait until no one is looking to do?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="right" width="175"&gt;If I told you it would be pointless to wait until no one was looking, now wouldn\'t it!?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="top" width="125"&gt;Have you told the truth in this survey?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="right" width="175"&gt;As far as you know!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; FONT: 11px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 3px" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/my_secrets_survey.php"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take This Survey&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/"&gt;Quizopolis.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Quizopolis" src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/smallquizopolis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116940335952135668?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116940335952135668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116940335952135668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116940335952135668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116940335952135668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/01/bored-again.html' title='Bored again:'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116912626985804219</id><published>2007-01-18T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T08:17:49.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mike is coming over tonight to watch, I forget what he wants to watch, and eat junk food. He and I haven't spent an evening alone together in a long time. I am looking forward to it because he is always entertaining. I'll let everyone know how it goes. I have got to remember to hide a Ding Dong for Elliot. Anyway, I hope things are well with all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116912626985804219?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116912626985804219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116912626985804219' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116912626985804219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116912626985804219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/01/mike-is-coming-over-tonight-to-watch-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116887798164120452</id><published>2007-01-15T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T15:06:13.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping with the Stabler</title><content type='html'>I was in the process of cleaning out the fridge when my cell rang. I started to let it go to voice mail but it was Elliot so I decided to answer. He wanted to know if I had time to get some coffee with him. He had the morning off and I guess he was bored. I told him yes if he would give me time to get cleaned up. He was an hour away so I had time.&lt;br /&gt;I finished the fridge and got cleaned up. I thought it would be funny to wear my camouflage jacket just to see that look on his face. I know, I can be down right mean at times.&lt;br /&gt;He got there just as I was finishing up. "Hey, that was perfect timing." He didn't say anything. He gave me a weird look, not that creepy one either, this was one I hadn't seen before. "Elliot?" Nothing. "STABLER! Are you in there?" I asked while tapping his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What? Yeah, I'm here, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is anything wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No I was surprised by your outfit, that's all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Oh, the jacket? Sorry, I thought it would be funny. I'll take it off."&lt;br /&gt;He gave me that smile. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No, it's okay. Why don't you just go ahead and keep it on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm, okay then. Are you okay?" He assured me he was fine. I didn't believe him but I let it go. He suggested we stay in for coffee instead of going out.&lt;br /&gt;"As much fun as that sounds, I don't have any coffee in the house. I haven't been shopping in a long time. I am out of everything."&lt;br /&gt;We debated about what to do for a few minutes. Finally we decided he would go shopping with me. I hate shopping, I thought with him along it wouldn't be as bad. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Have you ever almost been thrown out of a grocery store? I hadn't either, until now. Things were fine until we passed the cheese display. Havarti was the special of the day. "You have got to be kidding me!" &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's fate baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I just rolled my eyes and laughed. He tried to get me to buy it. I refused and reminded him that he had money too. Every aisle he found something he wanted me to buy for him. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; "No and quit looking at me like that." He pouted until he found something else he wanted. I felt like I was shopping with my little nephew. It was fun though. I decided to use the same trick I do with the nephew, threatening to make him sit in the cart. Didn't work, he tried to climb in. I finally told him if he would be good and let me finish getting what I needed then I would buy him something. "What's wrong with you anyway?" &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nothing, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; "I don't know, just feels like something is wrong." &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; "Are you sure?" &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; "You would tell me if anything was wrong, wouldn't you?" &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Probably not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Before I could respond he had spotted the ice cream and took off. I finished what I was doing and finally caught up to him. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They have the birthday cake kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; "Oh goody." &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Buy it for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; "I hate that mess." &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I didn't ask you to EAT it for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I almost didn't buy it but I remembered what I did to the quart he brought to my party. "Okay, get your ice cream." He smiled and put it in the cart. We headed to the checkout.&lt;br /&gt;The ride home was uneventful. He helped me bring the bags in and offered to help me put things away. I wouldn't let him, I have this thing about putting groceries away. He ate some of his ice cream and watched me put some of the things away. He still wouldn't tell me what was bothering him and I didn't pry. He was beeped and had to leave. Before he left he hugged me and thanked me for the fun time. "Yeah, shopping is a thrill a minute." &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was fun because you were there.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Be careful, I'll see you. Call if you need anything." &lt;i&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Okay, I will. You do the same.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I nodded as he left. When I finished putting my food away I found a few items I don't recall getting. Apparently he was sneakier than I thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116887798164120452?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116887798164120452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116887798164120452' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116887798164120452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116887798164120452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/01/shopping-with-stabler.html' title='Shopping with the Stabler'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116881207485456696</id><published>2007-01-14T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T17:01:14.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was a little bored:</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="120" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" width="300" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table height="100%" width="100%" background="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/whitedot.gif"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are You A Geek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Are You A Geek" src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/results/areyouageek.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, according to our experts, you scored :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;67% which makes you A Geek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a geek. Don't try to fight it, it may be hard to accept but the truth is being a geek can be a good thing. Now you can meet all your dates online first and have cyber romances &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/are_you_a_geek.php"&gt;Are You A Geek, find out&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/"&gt;Quizopolis.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizopolis.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Quizopolis" src="http://extimg.quizopolis.com/images/smallquizopolis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116881207485456696?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116881207485456696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116881207485456696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116881207485456696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116881207485456696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-was-little-bored.html' title='I was a little bored:'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116871717194348726</id><published>2007-01-13T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:39:31.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sparkletags.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hosted By SparkleTags.com" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k284/sparkletags/Fantasy%20art%20by%20Julie%20Fain/MNHaveaMagicalWeekendbyJulieFain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted By SparkleTags.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116871717194348726?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116871717194348726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116871717194348726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116871717194348726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116871717194348726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/01/hosted-by-sparkletags.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k284/sparkletags/Fantasy%20art%20by%20Julie%20Fain/th_MNHaveaMagicalWeekendbyJulieFain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116826134377462907</id><published>2007-01-08T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T08:02:23.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am slowly getting back to a semi-normal life. I know I couldn't get through this without the love and support of my friends so thank you all very much. I will be in and out over the next couple of weeks. Right now almost everything in my house reminds me of him so I want to spend as little time here as possible. I know I have to face it sooner or later, right now I prefer later. You know how my new year has been so far, let me know how yours has been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116826134377462907?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116826134377462907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116826134377462907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116826134377462907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116826134377462907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-slowly-getting-back-to-semi.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116786641252838452</id><published>2007-01-03T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T18:20:46.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying goodbye is never easy</title><content type='html'>The funeral was today. It was a lovely service. Elliot came, I knew he would, he's always there when I need him. Dani came too. She is such a nice person. A lot of my friends were there but I'm not thinking clearly right now so I can't remember exactly who was there. I went to Jen's house for a few minutes after the service. I wasn't feeling very social so I came home. Now I am going to curl up on the couch, pull the covers over my head, and hope I wake up from this nightmare soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116786641252838452?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116786641252838452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116786641252838452' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116786641252838452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116786641252838452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/01/saying-goodbye-is-never-easy.html' title='Saying goodbye is never easy'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116777949732790355</id><published>2007-01-02T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T18:11:37.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to everyone for your  kind wishes. I really appreciate it. The funeral is tomorrow, I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116777949732790355?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116777949732790355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116777949732790355' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116777949732790355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116777949732790355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/01/thanks-to-everyone-for-your-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116760739022898566</id><published>2007-01-01T02:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:12:04.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what to say</title><content type='html'>He didn't make it. The doctors did all they could. He didn't survive the surgery. His injuries were too severe. I feel numb. I'm not sure where I am or how I got here. I'm going to find somewhere to lie down for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically this was my 200th post. Not exactly the special post I was hoping for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116760739022898566?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116760739022898566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116760739022898566' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116760739022898566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116760739022898566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title='I don&apos;t know what to say'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116760498696668340</id><published>2007-01-01T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T10:10:33.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I don't remember calling Jen but she's here so I must have. I don't even remember how I got here. JP was in an accident. They won't let us see him because he is undergoing emergency surgery. They said he has internal bleeding. It doesn't look good. I'm scared. I hate hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody let me use their laptop because I needed a distraction.&lt;br /&gt;I need to call Elliot or maybe I did already. I vaguely remember talking to him. Oh, he is sitting next to me with his hand on my shoulder. He looks just as scared as I am.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor is on his way over here. He looks distressed. I need to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116760498696668340?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116760498696668340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116760498696668340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116760498696668340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116760498696668340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116760460082632659</id><published>2006-12-31T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T23:27:28.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He still hasn't arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;*RING*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*RING*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*RING*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh hey Jen, I guess I fell asleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, he hasn't shown up yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*BEEP*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, this is him. I'll call you back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where have you been? I've been worried sick...What? Who is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, he's not married, I'm Carolyn, his girlfriend. What's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, that's his sister. What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH NO! What hospital?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll call her we'll be right there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elliot, *sniff* I'm sorry to call so late *sniff* I need you..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116760460082632659?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116760460082632659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116760460082632659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116760460082632659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116760460082632659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/he-still-hasnt-arrived.html' title='He still hasn&apos;t arrived'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116760394917568688</id><published>2006-12-31T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T19:54:45.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stood up?</title><content type='html'>JP should've been here an hour ago. I've tried to call but he isn't answering his cell. I called his sister, Jen and she hasn't heard from him either. I'm sure traffic is very heavy since he has to pass near Times Square. Still, that doesn't explain why he isn't answering the phone. He'll show up eventually, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116760394917568688?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116760394917568688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116760394917568688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116760394917568688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116760394917568688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/stood-up.html' title='Stood up?'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116757915909093461</id><published>2006-12-31T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T10:32:39.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well tonight is the big night! I will be ringing in the New Year with JP and his family. I've  never celebrated  it in with someone special before, I hope it goes well! I really do love him. I think I forgot to mention-he told me on Christmas that he loves me. It took me by surprise, my first response was "Thank you". I know, he laughed too. When I realized what I did I blushed and said "I meant-I love you too". It was really very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note: I will reach my 200th post soon, I'm thinking of doing something special for that. Oh great, I am becoming such a GEEK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116757915909093461?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116757915909093461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116757915909093461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116757915909093461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116757915909093461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/well-tonight-is-big-night-i-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116753144047111436</id><published>2006-12-30T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T10:35:03.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sparkletags.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 51px" height="64" alt="Hosted By SparkleTags.com" src="http://www.photobucket.com/albums/k281/sparkletags2/Text/L/lifeisbeautiful87.gif" width="445" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted By SparkleTags.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116753144047111436?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116753144047111436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116753144047111436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116753144047111436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116753144047111436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/hosted-by-sparkletags_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116744462340165574</id><published>2006-12-29T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T21:10:23.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;"To love by freely giving is its own reward. To be possessed by love and to in turn give love away is to find the secret of abundant life"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Gloria Gaither&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116744462340165574?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116744462340165574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116744462340165574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116744462340165574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116744462340165574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-love-by-freely-giving-is-its-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116726893818065998</id><published>2006-12-27T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T20:22:18.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot to post anything the past couple of days, sorry! Things just got so busy with the holidays. My house guests left, FINALLY. Mike gets cranky when awaken from a 3 day nap. I had to use about 6 cans of Lysol to get rid of that smell. I don't even want to know what it was.&lt;br /&gt;JP and I are supposed to go out for New Year's Eve. I think we are going to his sister's house. It should be fun. Not a lot going on between now and then. I should probably go check on Elliot, I haven't talked to him since the party.&lt;br /&gt;How was everyone's Christmas? What did Santa bring you? When is Nomi coming back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116726893818065998?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116726893818065998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116726893818065998' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116726893818065998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116726893818065998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-forgot-to-post-anything-past-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116706010265927826</id><published>2006-12-25T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T10:21:42.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sparkletags.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hosted By SparkleTags.com" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k284/sparkletags/Christmas/wewishumerrychristmasnewyea.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted By SparkleTags.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sparkletags.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hosted By SparkleTags.com" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k284/sparkletags/Christmas/christmas00.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted By SparkleTags.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sparkletags.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hosted By SparkleTags.com" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k284/sparkletags/Christmas/1511kerstboom05.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted By SparkleTags.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116706010265927826?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116706010265927826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116706010265927826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116706010265927826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116706010265927826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas Everyone'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k284/sparkletags/Christmas/th_wewishumerrychristmasnewyea.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116705993573430944</id><published>2006-12-24T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T11:18:28.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The aftermath</title><content type='html'>I FINALLY got everything almost cleaned up. It didn't take as long as I thought it would. I still have two big stains, er make that two big pains in the living room. I knew Mike could sleep for days at a time but I didn't know John could too. I went to my family thing eariler when I got back they had moved positions so I know they are in fact alive. I check their pulse every couple of hours just to be sure. Mike's &lt;i&gt;friend&lt;/i&gt; Millie called earlier. She is supposed to come by and scrape him off the couch but she can't come until tomorrow. I told her it was fine as long as she promised to pull John off the floor and take him too. I told her where the spare key was in case I wasn't home when she came. JP didn't want to leave with them still here.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe you're jealous of John and Mike."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well you dated one of them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I think the key there is DATED, which means in the past as in NOT now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You could still have feelings for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look we've had this discussion before. You have GOT to trust me or this will never work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yeah, I know, I guess I'm just tired. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay then. Go enjoy your family Christmas thing. I'll talk to you tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's late, tomorrow is a busy day and I need rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116705993573430944?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116705993573430944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116705993573430944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116705993573430944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116705993573430944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/aftermath.html' title='The aftermath'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116697937860966630</id><published>2006-12-24T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:56:48.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The details</title><content type='html'>Thanks to everyone for coming to the party and thanks for keeping your pants on. All the guests seemed to have a good time, some more than others. ;) Everyone except Jack ended up staying over. I stole John's keys early on because he and Mike had started drinking before they got to the party. Drunken Munch looking for keys is quite funny. He never figured out where they went and finally just gave up and passed out on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be difficult to get Elliot's keys but after a couple of drinks all I had to do was say "Hey, let me see your keys for a minute". I made sure I called Liv and Maureen and explained why he wouldn't be leaving the house. I think Liv was a little concerned until she heard him and JP singing in the background. She decided I could keep him until he sobered up. He sure is cranky when he wakes up by the way. He didn't remember much about the party. I don't think he even remembers that I DID wear the outfit or the mistletoe incident.&lt;br /&gt;Dani didn't get drunk she just stayed to help me maintain order. She seemed to enjoy herself. She was a little nervous at first but after she realized Logan and Munch weren't dangerous just weird, she relaxed. I couldn't even begin to tell you some of the crazy-ass crap the two of them pulled.&lt;br /&gt;JP wasn't too thrilled about Elliot showing up alone but he got over it. You should have seen the two of them, singing and dancing. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun. I'm so glad I didn't cancel it. The house is a mess though. I really hope some of my friends decide to help me clean up. It will take an industrial cleaning. Here's a little incentive to get some help: I have pictures and I'm not afraid to use them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116697937860966630?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116697937860966630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116697937860966630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116697937860966630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116697937860966630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/details.html' title='The details'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116697128811061939</id><published>2006-12-24T04:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T09:42:04.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The house is a mess, you don't even want to know what it smells like and I just stepped on someone in the middle of the floor. I guess that means the party was a success. I have a killer headache so I'm going back to bed. Will fill you in on details at a more decent hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116697128811061939?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116697128811061939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116697128811061939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116697128811061939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116697128811061939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/house-is-mess-you-dont-even-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116691853998133947</id><published>2006-12-23T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T19:02:20.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Found a place for the mistletoe:</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sparkletags.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k284/sparkletags/Christmas/kissmemstags.gif" alt="Hosted By SparkleTags.com" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hosted By SparkleTags.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116691853998133947?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116691853998133947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116691853998133947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116691853998133947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116691853998133947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/found-place-for-mistletoe.html' title='Found a place for the mistletoe:'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k284/sparkletags/Christmas/th_kissmemstags.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116691560953677984</id><published>2006-12-23T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T18:13:29.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's almost time to PARTY!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116691560953677984?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116691560953677984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116691560953677984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116691560953677984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116691560953677984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-almost-time-to-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116688339949550451</id><published>2006-12-23T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T09:18:02.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thinking about...</title><content type='html'>...wearing this to the party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sparkletags.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hosted By SparkleTags.com" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k284/sparkletags/Christmas/merrychristmasAS1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted By SparkleTags.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP helped me get the house cleaned up and hang some decorations. He didn't want me to put up any mistletoe, not sure why. I wasn't in the mood to argue so I just didn't put any up. I made sure I have plenty of extra blankets and pillows in case &lt;s&gt;Mike&lt;/s&gt; anyone drinks too much to leave. I woke up way too early, I just couldn't sleep. I'm so excited about the party, I'm like a kid at Christmas. I've got cookies in the oven. All the rest of the food is made. I have a vegetable tray, with no carrots; a meat tray; a cheese tray; some finger sandwiches; a cake and of course ice cream! Drinks are also taken care of. I made punch, I have apple cider and hot chocolate ready to heat up. Mike is bringing some "spirits" but I'm not sure if he will share them! Oh speaking of MIke, he is bringing Munch to the party. Mike &amp;amp; Munch drunk together is so funny to see. Jack never said for sure if he could make it but he said he would try. Elliot is coming, he wasn't sure if Liv would be able to though and I think Dani decided to come. It should be an interesting party. I think I'm winding down some, as soon as these cookies finish I am going to catch a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116688339949550451?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116688339949550451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116688339949550451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116688339949550451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116688339949550451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-thinking-about.html' title='I&apos;m thinking about...'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k284/sparkletags/Christmas/th_merrychristmasAS1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116683188445195506</id><published>2006-12-22T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T19:00:05.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving and receiving</title><content type='html'>Elliot dropped by unexpectedly last night. He brought me a very lovely necklace. As he put it around my neck and hugged me I closed my eyes and got lost in the feeling for a few minutes. He told me not to ever doubt how much my friendship meant to him. I tried not to cry as I thanked him. After he told me Merry Christmas I decided to give him his gift.&lt;br /&gt;"Here, it's not as meaningful as the necklace but I hope you like it. I was told it is great for Irish Coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks Caro, I love it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3947/2333/320/215623/egift.jpg" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116683188445195506?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116683188445195506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116683188445195506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116683188445195506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116683188445195506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/giving-and-receiving.html' title='Giving and receiving'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116666508445614677</id><published>2006-12-20T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:38:04.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confiance?</title><content type='html'>He says he does trust me but thought I would leave if he told me what happened. He says we need to talk but when I try, he doesn't want to hear it and leaves. Am I the only who thinks that doesn't make sense? I shouldn't have opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;Back then I told myself nothing happened between us because he loved Liv. I guess knowing he kissed someone else made me feel like he just didn't find me desirable. I'll be honest it hurt my feelings. It doesn't matter. I have too many other things going on to worry about this now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116666508445614677?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116666508445614677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116666508445614677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116666508445614677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116666508445614677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/confiance.html' title='Confiance?'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116658113052857457</id><published>2006-12-19T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:18:50.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy, busy week. Thankfully JP is off Friday and he has agreed to help me get things cleaned up and ready. He even offered to help make some food, isn't that cute? I have to go shopping before Friday, that is really going to be stressful. I don't like shopping when it isn't busy, I sure enough hate it during this time of the year. Elliot keeps calling I should probably see what he wants. I certainly hope someone else is hosting the next party, I had forgotten how hard it was to get things together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116658113052857457?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116658113052857457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116658113052857457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116658113052857457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116658113052857457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/busy-busy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116648368421921858</id><published>2006-12-18T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T18:14:44.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have got so much to do before this party! I hope I can charm JP into helping clean the house. Just so everyone is clear: Naked Twister would be a direct violation of rule #1 below, sorry. If you want to play SHIRTLESS Twister that would be okay but everyone must keep their pants on at all times!&lt;br /&gt;In case I failed to mention it: The party is Saturday night at 7pm and dress is casual. Again, feel free to come early and help set up. Might be a good idea to keep your beepers off too so you can't get called away to an emergency. I'd like to get a rough guess as to how many are coming so if you could let me know if you're planning on attending I would appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116648368421921858?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116648368421921858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116648368421921858' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116648368421921858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116648368421921858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-got-so-much-to-do-before-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116637826716534020</id><published>2006-12-17T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T12:58:24.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought this was cute:</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sparkletags.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hosted By SparkleTags.com" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k281/sparkletags2/Text%20With%20Images/F/friendshippissingyourpants.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted By SparkleTags.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116637826716534020?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116637826716534020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116637826716534020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116637826716534020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116637826716534020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/thought-this-was-cute.html' title='Thought this was cute:'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116637768209297791</id><published>2006-12-17T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T12:48:02.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Input please-</title><content type='html'>Anyone have any party suggestions? Such as: Entertainment, food to serve, or any other ideas for a successful party?&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116637768209297791?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116637768209297791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116637768209297791' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116637768209297791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116637768209297791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/input-please.html' title='Input please-'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116629443707381982</id><published>2006-12-16T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T13:41:33.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party over here</title><content type='html'>I'm having the Christmas party this year. I think I must've still been drunk when I decided to do this. It'll be fun and JP will get to meet everyone. Oh yeah, you are all invited! I do have to set a few ground rules though:&lt;br /&gt;1. Everyone must keep their pants on at all times during the festivities, MIKE!&lt;br /&gt;2. I will furnish the ice cream. Do not try and slip any of that weird stuff in my house, ELLIOT!&lt;br /&gt;3. If you are too drunk to drive you will NOT be allowed to leave. You will sleep it off at my house until sober, still keeping your pants on, MIKE!&lt;br /&gt;4. If JP starts turning Irish, please stop giving him alcohol, ELLIOT!&lt;br /&gt;5. If you spill it, clean it up. No trying to hide stains by strategically moving my plants to cover them.&lt;br /&gt;6. If you have the urge to throw up aim for something other than my plants, JP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just the rules for now, they are subject to change as I see fit. Other than ice cream, feel free to bring food or drinks. If anyone wants to help decorate or clean up after, let me know. I will post more details as it gets closer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116629443707381982?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116629443707381982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116629443707381982' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116629443707381982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116629443707381982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/party-over-here.html' title='Party over here'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116614645467008404</id><published>2006-12-14T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T20:37:33.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright already, I'll talk</title><content type='html'>No my perverted friends, we have NOT been making up for two days. We got dehydrated after the first day and had to take a break. ;) Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we made up we had a HUGE fight. He was convinced there was something going on between Elliot and I.&lt;br /&gt;"I've already told you he and I are just friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just find it difficult to believe the two of you could be that close if nothing is going on. I mean look at you. How could he not be all over you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"What are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You really don't know how gorgeous you are, do you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I am not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, you are. You amaze me. You are so wonderful and I can't imagine why you want to be with me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Whatever. Listen, it would be different if I hadn't always been up front and honest with you about my friendship with him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know, but...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"No, no buts. You can either accept the fact that my best friend is male and trust me, or you can find someone else. I will NOT be pressured by you or anyone to give up a friend because of your insecurities. I wouldn't expect you to do something like that. Do I make myself clear?"&lt;br /&gt;He didn't say anything and I thought he was going to leave. I was on the verge of tears but I held strong. He moved close, put his hand softly on my face, gently kissed me and picked me up. I was a little startled. "JP?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shhhhhh&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; he said while kissing me again. He sat me on the bed and started removing my blouse...&lt;br /&gt;The rest you'll just have to use your imagination. I wonder how weird it is that the first thought that crossed my mind was "I hope the sheets are clean"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116614645467008404?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116614645467008404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116614645467008404' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116614645467008404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116614645467008404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/alright-already-ill-talk.html' title='Alright already, I&apos;ll talk'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116592792125167495</id><published>2006-12-12T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T07:52:01.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JP came by last night. We had a HUGE fight. Then after all the yelling and crying, we talked it out and made up. I'll give you more details about the entire situation later, right now I'm late for an appointment. I just thought everyone would like to know that we made up so now I'm happy again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116592792125167495?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116592792125167495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116592792125167495' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116592792125167495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116592792125167495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/jp-came-by-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116579103475238444</id><published>2006-12-10T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T17:53:38.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We can work it out...</title><content type='html'>...or can we?&lt;br /&gt;JP finally called. I almost didn't answer because I was still not feeling well and in no mood for confrontation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey, can we talk?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"This is really not the best time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why? Is HE there?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Don't start that crap, I'm not in the mood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you okay?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Just freaking fabulous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What's the matter?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"What's the difference?" (I know that was a bit harsh but my head was hurting, disabling my kindness factor.) He didn't say anything and I was getting sick again.&lt;br /&gt;"Did you want something? If not, I really need to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh, okay. I just...Nevermind it can wait. I'll talk to you later&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine, bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caro?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;click&lt;br /&gt;Looks like another night without sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116579103475238444?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116579103475238444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116579103475238444' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116579103475238444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116579103475238444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-can-work-it-out.html' title='We can work it out...'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116577218413591233</id><published>2006-12-10T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T12:40:21.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The lost weekend</title><content type='html'>I feel like death today but it's my own fault so don't feel sorry for me. I'm not sure which one did me in: the Irish coffee (light on the coffee strong on the Irish) or the milk shake I made using "Baileys with a hint of caramel" instead of milk, seemed like a good idea at the time. Could have been a combination of the two. I know, save the lecture it was a stupid thing to do and I won't do it again. An entire weekend wasted. I sound like Logan. Oh well, too nauseous to cry over it now. I'll up date more later when my head stops pounding long enough for me to formulate a complete thought. Damn, I have GOT to get rid of that phone it is WAY too loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116577218413591233?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116577218413591233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116577218413591233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116577218413591233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116577218413591233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/lost-weekend.html' title='The lost weekend'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116571814561407668</id><published>2006-12-09T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:35:45.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3947/2333/1600/894009/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="99" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3947/2333/320/497800/tag.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116571814561407668?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116571814561407668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116571814561407668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116571814561407668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116571814561407668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116555222584439757</id><published>2006-12-08T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:30:25.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the long night</title><content type='html'>Well I've cried so much I think my tear ducts have dried up. I'm tired. My mind keeps replaying everything over and over which is making my head hurt. I thought I knew how to fix this but now I'm not so sure. I think I need to disappear for a day or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116555222584439757?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116555222584439757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116555222584439757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116555222584439757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116555222584439757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/through-long-night.html' title='Through the long night'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116553473492770840</id><published>2006-12-07T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T18:50:11.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a tear in my beer</title><content type='html'>Elliot came by last night. He told me why JP was so upset. Right now I'm still in shock. The thing is I KNOW I didn't do anything wrong but I still feel this is all my fault. I know what would probably fix this but I can't do it. I need a drink in a BAD way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116553473492770840?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116553473492770840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116553473492770840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116553473492770840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116553473492770840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/theres-tear-in-my-beer.html' title='There&apos;s a tear in my beer'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116545265654182596</id><published>2006-12-06T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T19:50:56.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dazed and confused</title><content type='html'>Last night JP and I had just finished eating when Elliot dropped by. He hugged me, tighter than usual, and apologized for his quick departure from lunch the other day. I told him it was okay. I mean I do know how it is when work calls. JP invited him to join us for some wine. As I was in the process of getting the drinks they went outside. I have no idea what they talked about. When they came back in Elliot had decided to forego the wine. He hugged me again and told me I should tell JP how I feel. "I can't Elliot."&lt;br /&gt;After he left JP seemed to be upset. He wouldn't look at me.&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don't want to talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you two have a fight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, calm down. We won't talk about it." This was the first time I have heard him raise his voice in anger. I'll be honest, it scared me a little. We sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity, I think it was probably no more than about five minutes. "JP, I there is something I need to tell you."&lt;br /&gt;He looked up and said &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't bother. I'm sure I already know what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; With that he gathered his things and left, slamming the door on the way out.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the night trying to figure out what happened. I tried to call him this morning. He didn't answer so I left a message. He hasn't returned my call. I tried to call Elliot too but he was out on a call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116545265654182596?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116545265654182596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116545265654182596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116545265654182596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116545265654182596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/dazed-and-confused.html' title='Dazed and confused'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116536573264797447</id><published>2006-12-05T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T19:42:12.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Emoticon Is Smiling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatemoticonbestrepresentsyourightnowquiz/smiling.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, you're feeling cheerful and content - without a care in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatemoticonbestrepresentsyourightnowquiz/"&gt;What Emoticon Best Represents You Right Now?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 72% Passionate, 28% Compassionate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/isyourlovestylepassionateorcompassionatequiz/love-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very passionate, especially when it comes to love.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it's sometimes difficult for you to tell between love and lust.&lt;br /&gt;You jump in head first, and figure things out later... usually when it's all over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/isyourlovestylepassionateorcompassionatequiz/"&gt;Is Your Love Style Passionate or Compassionate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116536573264797447?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116536573264797447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116536573264797447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116536573264797447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116536573264797447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/your-emoticon-is-smiling-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116513684112410264</id><published>2006-12-03T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T20:05:35.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange days</title><content type='html'>I met Elliot for an early lunch today. We haven't got to hang out in a while. I missed him and I really needed to talk to him. We arrived at the same time and hugged hello. We engaged in small talk for a few minutes. Something appeared to be bothering him. "Everything okay Elliot?" &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Huh? Yeah, fine why?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"You don't seem like yourself. JP said he noticed the same thing yesterday." &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh, is that why you wanted to have lunch? Because Danny Boy told you I had a problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; "Uh, no. If you'll recall, I asked you to lunch before you went out with JP. By the way, thanks for not sending him back drunk and Irish again." He laughed at that. I asked how Liv and the kids were. He assured me everything with them was fine. "So nothing is wrong then?" He hesitated briefly then told me everything was great. "I don't believe you but I'm not here to argue with you. I really need to talk you about a few things." &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I am in love." He tensed up when I said that. What was that all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh yeah? Anyone I know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I laughed, "Yes, I think you've met. I think I love JP and I'm scared Elliot." &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; "I haven't had the greatest luck with men. You of all people should know that." &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Did you tell him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; "No. I can't. I'm an old-fashioned girl, I think the guy should say it first." &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And he hasn't?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"No he hasn't." &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I wonder what he meant by that. "I can't tell him, I don't know if he feels the same, and what if he thinks I'm moving too fast?" &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Calm down Caro. It'll be okay. You are a wonderful person and if he can't see that then you don't need him anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I really wanted to believe him but I didn't. "Thanks." &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yeah sure, that's what I'm here for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; "What is wrong with you?" &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NOTHING. I need a drink, you want one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; "I haven't finished the one I have and I don't think you need another one."&lt;br /&gt;He started to argue but then he didn't. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wouldn't worry about Danny Boy, you two seem very happy together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Then he mumbled something about JP taking me away. I didn't understand exactly what he said and he wouldn't repeat it. At that moment I realized what was bothering him. I reached over, put my hand on his and said "Elliot, I know what you're thinking and you are wrong." He pulled his hand away and gave me a confused look. "Don't look at me like that. You know what I'm talking about. I'm not going anywhere." &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; "It doesn't matter who I'm dating or not dating. You are my best friend and I will always be here for you. We have been through so much together how could you possibly think that?" He didn't have a response, he just sat there playing with his food. We sat quietly for a few minutes until his phone rang. Judging by his end of the conversation it was work. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have to go, I'll talk to you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; It was the first time he didn't hug me or make any kind of touching gesture as he left. "Okay, be careful."&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the strangest encounters I've had with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116513684112410264?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116513684112410264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116513684112410264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116513684112410264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116513684112410264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/strange-days.html' title='Strange days'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116501660854183532</id><published>2006-12-01T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T18:43:28.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh HE'S BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a kiss that was so intense you lost the ability to form sentences?&lt;br /&gt;I need to go he went to take his things home and should be back soon. I just wanted to take a minute and let you know he is back!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116501660854183532?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116501660854183532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116501660854183532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116501660854183532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116501660854183532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/12/aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-hes-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116484673294692661</id><published>2006-11-29T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:32:12.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Owner of a lonely heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Hey Sweetie,&lt;br /&gt;Another day filled with boring meetings. Thank goodness tomorrow is the last day, I don't think I could handle being here much longer. One of my associates commented that I seemed different, happier. He wanted to know why, so I showed him your picture. He said I was acting like a high school kid. I THINK he meant that as a compliment. Oh, if you don't mind ask Elliot if he can go out for drinks again when I get back. I'd like to talk to him. I guess I can just call him when I get home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time for another meeting. I miss you. I'll talk to you later. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: 42 hours and counting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so sweet. I think I'm smitten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116484673294692661?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116484673294692661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116484673294692661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116484673294692661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116484673294692661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/11/owner-of-lonely-heart.html' title='Owner of a lonely heart'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116467400198928828</id><published>2006-11-27T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:33:22.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only the lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Hey Sweetie,&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong, TODAY was the longest day of my life. I don't remember my colleagues being so dull. Could be because I really don't want to be here. It was great to hear your voice last night. Sorry I woke you but I just couldn't wait any longer to talk to you. Did you get your tree put up? Maybe you can help me put mine up when I get back? That is if I can find it. I haven't had it up in years. They just announced my next meeting, I have to go. I'll call you in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;JP&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS: I miss you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This will be the longest week of my life. I think I need to go see Elliot or someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116467400198928828?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116467400198928828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116467400198928828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116467400198928828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116467400198928828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/11/only-lonely.html' title='Only the lonely'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116458541872309585</id><published>2006-11-26T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:01:02.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One is the loneliest number...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Hey sweetie,&lt;br /&gt;This was the longest day of my life. Everything is so boring. I can hardly wait to get back. I keep your picture with me, that helps. That's not too creepy is it? How are things with you? Did you go see Elliot? Tell them I said hi. Anyway, I need to go. I have another meeting tonight, I will call if it doesn't run to late.&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;JP&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept myself busy by cleaning the house and rearranging some furniture. I now have the perfect spot to put my Christmas tree. Putting up the tree will probably be tomorrow's project.&lt;br /&gt;It's only been one day and I already miss him like crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116458541872309585?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116458541872309585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116458541872309585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116458541872309585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116458541872309585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-is-loneliest-number.html' title='One is the loneliest number...'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116447082024950785</id><published>2006-11-25T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T11:07:00.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored</title><content type='html'>JP had some kind of ortho convention so he is out if town. I won't get to see him for an entire week. I don't know if I can handle that or not. We can stay in contact via email and he said he would call me It won't be the same though. I guess it will give me time to do things I have been neglecting lately. Still, I'm going to miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116447082024950785?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116447082024950785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116447082024950785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116447082024950785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116447082024950785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m bored'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116439659799509047</id><published>2006-11-24T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T14:29:58.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving with JP's family went better than I expected. I was nervous when we got there but I relaxed pretty quickly. They are a nice family. The food was really good and I ate way too much. His sister tried to talk me into going shopping with her today but I declined. I really have no desire to fight all those crowds just to save a couple of dollars. I found out later he had told her how much I hate shopping and when she asked she was just being funny. They were treating me like family. Why does that scare me to death?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116439659799509047?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116439659799509047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116439659799509047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116439659799509047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116439659799509047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving-with-jps-family-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116420122221941056</id><published>2006-11-22T08:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T08:14:17.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost time</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the big day. I get to meet the parents. I told JP how nervous I have been about it. He assured me things would be fine and that everyone would love me. He made some comment like &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;How could they not love you Carolyn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; He also told me he would understand if I chose not to go. I am still nervous but I am going. I will let everyone know how it goes. Today I have to go to the store, which I hate. This is not a good week to be out in the stores!&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116420122221941056?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116420122221941056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116420122221941056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116420122221941056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116420122221941056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/11/almost-time.html' title='Almost time'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25016785.post-116388693313443208</id><published>2006-11-18T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T16:55:33.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be sedated</title><content type='html'>I agreed to have Thanksgiving with JP and his family. I'm more than a little nervous. I don't always do well around a bunch of people I don't know. I have met his sister and her husband. The rest of the family I have only heard about. Who knows how many people will be there?! I wonder how mad he would be if I changed my mind about going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25016785-116388693313443208?l=carolynbarek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/feeds/116388693313443208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25016785&amp;postID=116388693313443208' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116388693313443208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25016785/posts/default/116388693313443208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolynbarek.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wanna-be-sedated.html' title='I wanna be sedated'/><author><name>Carolyn Barek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549593607585111023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3947/2333/1600/caro22.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
