<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 02:46:29 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Red</title><description></description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-1876602359784167784</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 15:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-05T07:27:37.078-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Technology</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Shits and giggles</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Food</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Brains</category><title>My saturday morning ramblings uncovered these gems...</title><description>2006: Japanese researchers debuted a robot able to identify dozens of different wines, cheeses and hors d'oeuvres using an infrared spectrometer.  Neato, right?  Then at the end of the article...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some of the mistakes it makes would get a human sommelier fired — or worse.&lt;br /&gt;When a reporter's hand was placed against the robot's taste sensor, it was identified as prosciutto. A cameraman was mistaken for bacon." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weird article redeemed by implied canibalism.  &lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;a href="http://archive.southcoasttoday.com/daily/09-06/09-03-06/03business.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the full story here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I keep finding fun articles, so I'm gonna post some more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minyanville.com/articles/index/a/23690"&gt;No need for sugar and cream today&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://curiousexpeditions.org/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious Expeditions&lt;/a&gt;, so glad I found this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://atlasobscura.com/places/blood-falls"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood Falls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.damninteresting.com/the-great-molasses-flood-of-1919"&gt;The Great Molasses Flood of Boston&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.damninteresting.com/the-unfortunate-sex-life-of-the-banana#more-971"&gt;Banana Apocolypse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-1876602359784167784?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-saturday-morning-ramblings-uncovered.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-982768826713728966</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 23:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-28T14:02:19.727-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Shits and giggles</category><title>for fun</title><description>&lt;a style=" background: #000 url(http://www.bunkbeds.net/velociraptor/img/badge.jpg) no-repeat 0 0; display: block; width: 322px; height: 157px; text-align: center; padding-top: 150px; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 30px; color: #ff9900; " href="http://www.bunkbeds.net/velociraptor/"&gt; &lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;I could survive for&lt;/span&gt; 1 minute, 13 seconds &lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;chained to a bunk bed with a velociraptor&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/5067191149486188683-982768826713728966?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-fun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-5062483275679722534</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 00:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-24T14:45:04.158-10:00</atom:updated><title>I'm Baack</title><description>He he... and you all probally thought I'd never be back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-5062483275679722534?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-baack.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-6872854108063722560</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 18:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-04T08:34:57.253-10:00</atom:updated><title>No Internet = No Bloggin</title><description>Sorry folks, the internet has been shut off here, until today!  I'll try to make a better effort to blog more often, it's just some shit has hit the fan and I've got to move again!  This time it's just across town, and it isn't for a couple more weeks.  By Halloween I should be all happy and settled in to my new apartment.  Ahh... the life of the wicked...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-6872854108063722560?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-internet-no-bloggin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-2196791227837203004</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 18:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-18T09:06:53.297-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life...</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Illinois</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Moving</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Colorado</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><title>7 days, 6 states</title><description>I made it to Illinois.  During the car ride, I figured out that I occupied space in 6 different states in 7 days, weird what one will think of with some 19 hours of driving.  So, I left Hawaii last Tuesday, flew to Oregon (Wensday), then Colorado, left Colorado on Sunday, and drove through Kansas, Misouri, and got to Illinois on Monday night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fairly uneventful travel, my plane to Denver was canceled due to a lighting strike, so I ended up spending 6 hours in the Portland airport.  All the packing went well, pretty much everything I wanted fit into the car.  I did run into a hitch crossing the Mississippi River on Monday night, the bridge I wanted to cross was closed due to flooding, so I had to drive 30 miles north to one that was open.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been settling in a bit, looking in the paper for jobs and rooms for rent... ahhh... soo much fun...  I am glad to be back, mainly because everything is so reasonable here... food... housing... etc, today I found a pretty decent sewing table for $10, it even fit in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough babble... time for wine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-2196791227837203004?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/7-days-6-states.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-6170101933550993328</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 09:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-09T23:10:08.510-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Friends</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life...</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Moving</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><title>1</title><description>today was my last full day in Hawaii.  I wrapped some boxes and labeled them but didn't get all of them finished (I've accumulated so much crap!).  I had errands to run and then Supermadchen came over in the afternoon.  We bought a plate lunch and ate at White Plains beach, I took some photos (will post them later, cord is packed) and gathered a bit of sand for A.  Altogether, it was a lovely day.  I will miss this place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-6170101933550993328?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-7199839876553500130</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 04:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-08T20:06:52.397-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Friends</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Moving</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Work</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><title>2</title><description>Holy Carp!  Two days left!  I finally finished my packing today, a shame because it was a beautiful day and I was stuck inside shoving things into my bags : (  Now to finish wrapping all my boxes : (  No rest for the wicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's dinner was nice, got some good pics of me and the crew, so I'm happy.  Other than that, the day was uneventful, no strange monsters grabbed me, so I can't complain.  I have to say that I'm glad that the day is almost here, it's tough waiting and waiting and waiting.  I am sad to leave Hawaii, but I'm glad to be going to a place where things are more affordable.  This way, I won't have to work until the second I drop dead, I will be able to have free time with friends and family, I might actually own a house.  I will miss my bro, my friends here, the ocean, all the crazy plants, all the beautiful half-naked guys, the mountains...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-7199839876553500130?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-7552865865323708038</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 21:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-07T11:23:34.733-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life...</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Tattoo</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Work</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><title>3</title><description>days left in Hawaii, and my last day at work.  Tonight everyone at the shop is going to have dinner together, I hope to get some pics of everybody because I have a surprise for them, but I need a good picture and some time to make them.  I wanted to make them all a thank you for putting up with me gift.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tattoos are great!  I'm so happy with them!  I'll try to get some pics of my back soon, but it might be after the healing process, 'cuz I can't take good pics of my own back, it just too ackward.  I love how it turned out, exactly the way I pictured it would, all strange and platey looking.... you'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to go get ready for the last day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-7552865865323708038?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-2541978054466035999</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 09:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-07T00:08:56.537-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Friends</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life...</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Tattoo</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Work</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><title>4</title><description>days and counting...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a busy one, so no time to pack or prepare for my journey.  I jumped out of bed to drive my boss to the NEX and to work, what should have taken an hour took two instead.  Traffic combined with construction doesn't mix well.  We grabbed some paper towels for the shop and went into town, hitting some congestion, but it wasn't bad.  Ate some lunch, which settled my upset stomache.  Then I was tattooed for the next 2 1/2 hours, I read a little bit of HP #5 while being tattooed.  M and I rushed off to her passion party, complete with an erect penis cake (I couldn't stop giggling about it... it was too funny!).  Played some silly games, got a silly name, and saw some toys.  Now, I'm showered and ready for bed and hoping the ink from my tattoo doesn't get all over my sheets.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow... Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-2541978054466035999?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/4.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-4536795955779006344</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 20:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T12:30:44.276-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Tattoo</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Moving</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><title>5</title><description>Not too different from yesterday, I hope to get something productive done tonight, there's a mounting to-do list!  I did get something awesome yesterday... my sea horse!  Vin and I dubbed him Sheldon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tJXLNB-vWM/SEhYW0tktnI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CkNmrisVzb0/s1600-h/DSCF0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tJXLNB-vWM/SEhYW0tktnI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CkNmrisVzb0/s320/DSCF0049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208510118184138354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-4536795955779006344?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/5.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tJXLNB-vWM/SEhYW0tktnI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CkNmrisVzb0/s72-c/DSCF0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-1225053836301542514</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 20:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-04T10:55:56.225-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life...</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Illinois</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Moving</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><title>6</title><description>more days until my plane leaves.  Last time I was waiting for a plane to take me somewhere, I was thrilled, a new adventure for lil ole me.  This time, I'm not expirencing a new adventure.  I'm going to a very familiar place that I tried to escape for years.  I had that, I'm moving and never coming back mentality that all teenagers seem to have, and here I am returning to the place I strived to get out of forever.  Why? because it's home to me.  I've come to the realization that I just never really gave Illinois a chance, call it teenage angst or whatever you wish but that's what it is to me.  Of course, I say that now, trying to play Pollyanna and think positive about this move, but I really l hope to find some happiness there and find some place to put some roots down.  Ugh... now to finish packing!  I have a stack of boxes that need to be taped and addressed and my checked bags need to be packed as well.  At least I still have 6 more days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-1225053836301542514?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/6.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-486611793671429759</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 20:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-03T10:23:22.340-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Moving</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Work</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><title>7</title><description>One week left here on the island, and what do I get to do?  Work.  I had wensday and thursday off, days I was going to use to finish packing and hang out with Supermadchen, but my boss' mum called in, and so I get to work them.  So now, the days that I was going to use for play, can't be, oh well... I've been trying to get some stuff done after work, as I'm useless in the mornings, but I still feel the need to keep the house somewhat clean, ugh... neverending task lists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I'm hoping to get my seahorse tattoo any day now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-486611793671429759?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/7.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-2583743865158854320</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 21:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-02T11:42:27.361-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sadness</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life...</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Moving</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><title>8</title><description>more days 'til I'm leaving Hawaii.  I'm sad to be leaving, but hopefully this will all work out in the end.  I've been packing my boxes to ship and now I'll have to start packing my bags.  I've got two tattoo appointments this week, so I should have a super happy fun time sitting on the plane with crusty, flaking tattoos.  Crap, the suckiness that is moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-2583743865158854320?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/8.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-6599437009867260311</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 01:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T12:30:44.734-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Knitting</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Craftiness</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Crochet</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Animals</category><title>Pics</title><description>Gecko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tJXLNB-vWM/SDy8FUtktkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TkJBs_MwUpQ/s1600-h/DSCF0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tJXLNB-vWM/SDy8FUtktkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TkJBs_MwUpQ/s320/DSCF0034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205242068978677314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 of my new stripey socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tJXLNB-vWM/SDy8GEtktlI/AAAAAAAAAME/cE5MEnH-01E/s1600-h/DSCF0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tJXLNB-vWM/SDy8GEtktlI/AAAAAAAAAME/cE5MEnH-01E/s320/DSCF0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205242081863579218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crocheted granny square blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tJXLNB-vWM/SDy8GUtktmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/l_KhWVIoKZE/s1600-h/DSCF0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tJXLNB-vWM/SDy8GUtktmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/l_KhWVIoKZE/s320/DSCF0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205242086158546530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-6599437009867260311?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/pics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tJXLNB-vWM/SDy8FUtktkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TkJBs_MwUpQ/s72-c/DSCF0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-7150354489549752014</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2008 06:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-24T20:56:59.161-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Retail Therapy</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><title>New Camera</title><description>Thank that lovely little plastic card in my wallet, 'cuz I've finally joined the digital age!  I bought a new camera today, the one I had in Colorado was crap and the one here crapped out.  Once I get the software uploaded (need bro to provide the admin codes), I'll delight you all with some lovely new pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-7150354489549752014?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-camera.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-4445805041265082474</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 11:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-14T02:07:24.693-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sadness</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life...</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Illinois</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kitties</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Moving</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><title>3 Migranes and 4 Sleeplessness Nights later</title><description>I never used to have these problems with stress when I was younger, things pretty much rolled off my back.  I don't know if getting older changes your body and hormones so that stress effects you differently, but that seems to be the case with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been planning my return to Illinois.  I know it may seem weird to some, but that's where I'm going next.  Some may say that I'm stupid, leaving paradise for corn, but that's what is happening.  I love the ocean, I love the mountains here, I love living in Hawaii, but I can't stand the freaking traffic and all the people.  At the least, I'm going to be living in a smaller town, where people are unfriendly and are constantly 'keeping up with the Joneses'.  At the best, I'm going back to some of my school chums, who miss me dearly, and the place I grew up in and know like the back of my hand.  It is cheaper to live there as well, so one day, I might actually own a home and yadda yadda yadda.  I am not able to bring my cat, as of yet, but I hope that he will join me soon.  I feel irresponsible not being able to take him with me, but I am hoping that my bro can ship him to me later or that bro will come and visit and bring the cat.  Only time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I'm hoping that all will work out for the best, and that Fate and Karma will show me that they aren't complete bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-4445805041265082474?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-migranes-and-4-sleeplessness-nights.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-1695653073548296628</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 21:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-04T11:45:44.790-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sadness</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life...</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Moving</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><title>Decisions</title><description>I have to decide: mango or corn, mountains or hills, ocean or that stinky-ass lake, large or small city... and the list goes on.  The largest decision that I need to make is:  do I really enjoy living in such a large city?  how long do I really want to have to plan my whole day around traffic?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda have the country girl thing going on, not live-in-the-middle-of-the-woods country (yet).  And quite honestly, I've never lived in such a large city before I moved here.  Which suprises most people who've met me here.  I've always wanted to live on some land with a couple of food animals, some sheep, and a large garden.  I wonder how feasible that is here in Hawaii (somewhere like kauai, a bit less populated)?  Mainly because I'm not a people person.  I don't like a large amount of people around me all the time... hmmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have been feeling rock fever.  If there was no traffic, I could drive around the whole island in 5 or 6 hours... and end in the same spot I started.  That is such a weird feeling.  I'm stuck here in the middle of the ocean on a big huge rock, what the hell was I thinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-1695653073548296628?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/decisions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-5945944301040584307</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 00:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-02T15:02:59.194-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Friends</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sadness</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Illinois</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kitties</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Moving</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><title>So Sad</title><description>I've got to move, I was really upset the night I was told (hence the last post), and I'm trying to work out if I can still stay here in Hawaii.  There is a slim chance I can, but if I can't I'll be headed off to Illinois again and trying to make my life work out there.  I'm planning on taking my cat, even though it will make the trip way more challenging and expensive, and yes I'm weird and stupid for wanting to take him, I realize that.  One reason why I'm so upset is the fact that I was planning on attending courses at the University of Hawaii next spring or training to become a doula, or doing both.  And working 60 hours a week isn't feasible for either of those options, for varying reasons (can we say 'zombie brain' due to lack of sleep!).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also really sad about this move, especially if I leave the island, I convinced Supermadchen to come out here and will leave  her behind, and I am loosing a close relationship with my friend and boss, M.  I haven't made too many friends, but I was really starting to see Hawaii as a home and was digging all the beautiful hiking options out here.  I'll definately miss all the beautiful half-naked beach boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once again, Fate kicks me in the arse to wake me up.  And once again, I must re-start myself with the help of a trusty plastic friend I was trying to pay off.  Well, at least I'll be able to recycle a hell of a lot easier!  (Has anyone else noticed how hard it is to recycle things other than the deposit bottles in Hawaii?  The recycling infrastructure out here is very sad...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-5945944301040584307?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-sad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-417237848099480575</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 11:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-01T01:12:15.761-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sadness</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life...</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Family</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><title>I feel...</title><description>unloved, unwanted, betrayed, unappreciated, slightly drunk, and a bit depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-417237848099480575?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-feel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-1550304153057915637</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 08:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-30T22:08:03.287-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Shits and giggles</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Menstruation</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><title>Dear Uterus,</title><description>I know we have had many ups and downs togther and I realize that I don't appreciate you enough.  I do not, however, appreciate you being late with certain appointments and freaking me the fuck out because you were so late.  You could have called!  What if you were dead laying in a ditch somewhere?  What am I supposed to do then?  Anyways, I love you regardless.  Please don't let it happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Red&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-1550304153057915637?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-uterus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-8190472001877390470</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 06:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T12:30:44.904-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sadness</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life...</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Knitting</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Puppies</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kitties</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Crochet</category><title>Oh How I Wish...</title><description>life was simple and I could do whatever I wanted.  But, alas, it isn't.  Life always seems to have it's ups and downs, right now, I'm trying to claw my way back up that mountain to the peak.  Hopefully, I can have a little peace and quiet once I'm there.  Blahhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm currently working on two crochet baby blankets, one is using the &lt;a href="http://thekidneybean.wordpress.com/crochet-patterns/chromium-star-blanket/"&gt;Chromium Star&lt;/a&gt; pattern.  The other is a basic granny square, five row squares all in the same color, to be sewn up later.  Still working on the hexagon granny for my bro and a granny square for myself.  There is some knitting going on, a sweater that I haven't touched in months, I hope to work on that pretty soon.  I haven't been posting pics of my projects because the camera farted out on me, so I have to wait (and remember) and ask &lt;a href="http://www.supermadchen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Supermadchen&lt;/a&gt; to borrow hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a kitty and puppy pic (taken the first week we got the dog)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tJXLNB-vWM/SBAtYiTC1eI/AAAAAAAAALU/w9fQCFn-ySc/s1600-h/IMG_1578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tJXLNB-vWM/SBAtYiTC1eI/AAAAAAAAALU/w9fQCFn-ySc/s320/IMG_1578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192700269904975330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's (the dog) much bigger now, about 20 lbs.  The cat has grown too but he gained all his weight around the middle (he's on new food now, so hopefully some of that excess weight will go).  They still really love to lay on our slippers or our feet, weirdos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-8190472001877390470?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-how-i-wish.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tJXLNB-vWM/SBAtYiTC1eI/AAAAAAAAALU/w9fQCFn-ySc/s72-c/IMG_1578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-4737687361607824763</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 07:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-22T21:52:21.303-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Friends</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life...</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Family</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Camping</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sight Seeing</category><title>Yea!!!</title><description>I hate to say it, but woohoo! my parental units are finally gone!  I love them to death, but they could have left a lot sooner.  The stress levels in the house were sky high with them here.  Even with all the stress, we did have a couple of good days.  We went to Queen Emma's Summer Palace, then we walked down the old Pali highway and finished up with a dinner at Bob's friends house, that was a nice time.  They did have some fun at the beach when we went camping.  Most of the time, they nit-picked and were indesisive (Bob gave me shit for trying to wear my 'Everybody loves a Menstruating Girl' t shirt), they had no preference as to what we did and then they never really enjoyed themselves because they actually wanted to do something else.  That's why we humans have language and tongues, if you want to do something in particular, then say something and don't make your daughter choose when you are the ones visiting.  Especially when she gives you three or four options for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time camping, once the parents left.  There were only three women, we talked about life, cooked on the fire, walked on the beach and swam in the ocean.  On Sunday, Supermadchen and I saw four honu (sea turtles), part of a dead eel, a couple of jellys washed up on the beach, and a dead humuhumunukunukuapua'a (the state fish) during a long walk on the beach.  It was a beautiful walk but there was tons of trash on some of the beaches we walked through, it's a shame that people don't put trash or recycleables in their proper spots.  It amazes me how just how much trash there is all over this beautiful island, of course, most of the stuff on the beach washes up there but that's still no excuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out last week that one of my friends had a baby boy.  So I've got some cute baby stuff to make for her.  I wish she would have told me before he popped out... oh well... he's a cutie with tons of hair.  And I mean tons!  Now I'm off to work on his blankie.  Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-4737687361607824763?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/yea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-3120244679277204995</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 09:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-18T00:28:53.999-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Friends</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Menstruation</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Camping</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sight Seeing</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Motorcycles</category><title>So Little Time</title><description>and almost no mischief making for me.  I've been giving my parents a tour of the island, between shifts at the shop, cleaning the house and trying to keep from totally PMS-ing out on everyone.  It gets kinda rough to be nice when all you want to do is scream and rip people's heads off.  At least it's a temporary thing... the PMS... I hope... sometimes it just won't go away for a couple of months, that heads-are-gonna-roll feeling.  Maybe it's just stress.  Sometimes, I just love being a woman ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I finally went to the Polynesian Cultural Center.  I was dissapointed.  I thought it was going to actually tell me about the cultures in the area but I was mistaken.  It wasn't really as educational as I hoped, mainly just presentational.  There were a couple of houses that one could walk through with artifacts (most being recreations) but nothing was really explained.  No this was ___ and it was used in this manner for this reason.  Just a bunch of people saying aloooooha (which is super annoying) and explaining how taro was processed, or showing a dance or playing the drums.  It may have been more fun when I was in grade school or if I wasn't an anthro buff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this weekend, I learned that G was involved in a motorcycle accident.  He was squished in between a concrete barrier and a SUV.  He's ok but his right hand has several compound fractures.  I called him and let him know that if he needed help, I would try to accomodate him, 'cuz that's what friends are for.  He has taken this act of friendship and run away with it.  He's hoping to be my boyfriend again (which won't be happening any time soon) and has told me this several times already.  He's calling and sending texts at least 4 times a day.  Now, I have to have another talk with him and tell him, I'm a friend and will never be anything more than a friend.  Once again, I'm a mean spiteful scorpion woman (whichs is odd because I'ma Leo)...  boys...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the gods I'm going camping this weekend.  That isn't going as planned either but I'm adapting, albeit slowly.  My bro isn't going, so I'll have to be the firebug and keep the fire lit and ready for cooking, and try and figure out how to shove 3 people and most of the camping gear into a Honda Accord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-3120244679277204995?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-little-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-6963655341408441089</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2008 07:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T12:30:45.085-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life...</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Shits and giggles</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Family</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Puppies</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kitties</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><title>No, Eyeballs Don't Really Pop Out...</title><description>its more of a fall out thing.  Yesterday, I thought that my eye was going to pop out of its socket.  It probally would have felt better too, if it had.  I had a wonderful migrane yesterday, complete with some lungs being hacked out (a lovely reminder of the cold I've been dealing with as of late).  At least if my eye would have come out, it wouldn't have gone too far.  The optic nerve isn't too long and it would have just sat on my cheeck until it was placed back into the socket, yeah for optic nerves!  And speaking of eyes popping out, did you know that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_AstinL"&gt;John Astin&lt;/a&gt; had his eye pop out on him.  I'm thinking it might have been a trick that he did, but I don't remember where I heard that, so I could just be blowing some smoke here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm feeling better.  My mum and step-dad are coming to visit on Thursday, so that should be interesting.  I hope that they don't wake me up too often, as I'm kinda a night owl and they'll still be on Colorado time (a 5 hour difference for those who care) and they tend to be up around 7 or 8 there.  Ugh... I can't imagine getting up that early if I don't have to, screw the butt-crack of dawn, I'd rather stay up and sleep in 'til 9 or 10.  Ahh... living the kid-free life ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tJXLNB-vWM/R_x3va8-i3I/AAAAAAAAALM/di73egiqX-8/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tJXLNB-vWM/R_x3va8-i3I/AAAAAAAAALM/di73egiqX-8/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187152527396604786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that's right... I have animals.  Which means that I get to clean up all kinds of gross stuff and they bother me when I'm trying to sleep off a migrane.  They look so cute and innocent, until their barfing up the squeaky toy or yarn they just ate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-6963655341408441089?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-eyeballs-dont-really-pop-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tJXLNB-vWM/R_x3va8-i3I/AAAAAAAAALM/di73egiqX-8/s72-c/IMG_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5067191149486188683.post-7828187532708568511</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 21:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-05T11:32:36.436-10:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Sadness</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Life...</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hawaii</category><title>Anyone want Brains?</title><description>Like mine for example.  I'm tired of feeling the feelings I've been feeling lately.  I don't know how to fix myself and it frustrates me.  I haven't been wanting to do anything, even the stuff I used to enjoy and I don't enjoy the things I used to as much.  I just want to sit in my box and do nothing in particular.  It's boring, sad and lonely and I really don't want to be here anymore (this state of feeling).  Maybe I just need to go out and paint the town red but I just don't have the money to do so.  Agghhh.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this and my mum and step-dad are coming out for a visit next week (a ten day visit!).  I love them dearly but they sure do get on my nerves quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5067191149486188683-7828187532708568511?l=lilredsadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://lilredsadventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/anyone-want-brains.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Red)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>