<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775</id><updated>2009-02-20T23:36:04.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My version of a Totally Sque'd reality!</title><subtitle type='html'>~You're Late!~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-112759148465921149</id><published>2005-09-24T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T12:51:26.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A miss is as good as a mile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All is well today in the Sque household! I was up the majority of the night and fell asleep watching the storm coverage last night. The wind was howling and at some point we lost power, but it's back on this morning! Just minor debris litter's the streets here and there, but overall...It was a miss, that's for sure! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As much of a relief as this is for us and our community, I can't help feeling guilty for wishing it to turn way from us, toward Louisiana. I cannot help but think about our neighbors today. Those folks have suffered more devastation than I can even try to imagine. Please remember them in your prayers and by all means, if you have the means to do so, do what you can to help the relief efforts over there. I know I certainly will.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-112759148465921149?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/112759148465921149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/112759148465921149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/09/miss-is-as-good-as-mile.html' title='A miss is as good as a mile!'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-112749923483957533</id><published>2005-09-23T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T11:21:35.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos is putting it mildly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It looks a bit like Rita might be turning north and might hit around the Texas-Louisiana Border. Of course, you can't tell that by our local media! It's almost as if they are trying to strike fear into us on purpose. Each local station is saying something different. One says "there is no need to leave. Just expect tropical storm force winds [as if thats no big deal], heavy rain, thunder and the possibility of a tornado". Another station is saying emergency shelters in our area are closing and that voluntary evacuation "may" be encouraged. That evacuee's from the Houston/Galveston area are to continue north of our area, as we may be evacuating. Uhm Hello? There isn't an available hotel room in the State of Texas! Gasoline to go anywhere? Non-existant! I searched seven different stores yesterday for ONE friggen flashlight...Do you think I found one? Tea candles are the best I could some up with! Then I had to ask myself, why do I not own a flashlight? Normal people own flashlights. Sque does not own even one flashlight and the day I would like to buy a flashlight, our city is fresh out of...dare I say it again? Yes I shall. Flashlights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Buy a few flashlights after the hurrican passes FFS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.earthlink.net/~totallysqued/rita1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B/CS is my city... Please let that thing turn NORTH like it was forecasted to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.earthlink.net/~totallysqued/rita2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate for Louisana to take more of a beating than they already have, but it's a very scary feeling to have that thing staring down our throats like that. Where ever it hits, I just pray all have evacuated and that as many folks as possible are spared even more devistation. Whew...I just don't see how Florida can keep withstanding these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update again later. Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-112749923483957533?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/112749923483957533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/112749923483957533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/09/chaos-is-putting-it-mildly.html' title='Chaos is putting it mildly...'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-112735375612738990</id><published>2005-09-22T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T07:16:14.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone up for a hurricane Party?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we're in the direct path of Hurricane Rita! I have to admit that I have never really been through one of these, so I'm not sure what to expect. I recall one hitting the Galveston area in the mid 80's, but I was in Hawaii at the time, so really have no clue about these things. When we returned home, it seemed as though nothing had happened and at that point we were about 100 miles inland. I suppose the difference this time around is that I am roughly 150 miles inland and this freak of nature is a category FIVE! *Que-Rock you like a Hurricane* I may have to upload that now that I think about it! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.earthlink.net/~totallysqued/rita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the red thingy up there in Texas? That is my current location and with any luck, my home will not be picked up and moved into another zip code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan for now is that we'll stay put, but that may change! I will spend tomorrow securing patio furniture and stocking up on non perishable foods and batteries and lots of toilet paper in case I crap my pants! haha I may even go so far as buying a package of depends. Ya just never know and I shall not be caught unprepared! If it gets too bad, plan B is to panic and drive North like the big chicken that I am, at the last minute. Tia says she's ready and will travel! In fact, she is already asleep in the carrier! She's a smart one that cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I'll keep ya posted! I may even blog periodically during the night Friday and during the day Saturday! Assuming the electricity holds out through the storm. Now don't go getting all panicked! The Weather Channel is only calling for a 70% chance of rain, with 25 MPH winds at this point, for my area. I think I can survive that. Heck we have worse springtime thunderstorms worse than that! Lets just pray to keep the tornadoes away, shall we? I would really appreciate that, and some extra heavy duty prayers for those along the coast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates on some other stuffs to come later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for further weather developments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-112735375612738990?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/112735375612738990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/112735375612738990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/09/anyone-up-for-hurricane-party.html' title='Anyone up for a hurricane Party?'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-112478253820365509</id><published>2005-08-23T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T02:17:57.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save, Save, Save! That's my new motto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am finding that I'm liking this new job more and more each day. I had no idea that companies were so concerned about saving on gasoline! I kid you not, my company [which shall remain nameless because they have a strict blogging policy! Ugh!] actually gives cash incentives to those who carpool. They also hold monthly luncheons for those who are looking for others in their area to carpool with. There are incentives for using public transportation and they will allow certain employee's to work from home now when possible. They have also installed some very nice kitchen facilities [2 on each floor] for employee's to make lunches and some co-workers even take turns preparing lunch meals each day to feed x number of people. All you have to do to participate is cook 1 meal per 13 days that will feed x number of people. The number changes periodically as more gain interest or no longer wish to participate. I just recently joind that particular bandwagon myself! The reason they've done this is an effort to help us avoid leaving work for lunch and again, avoid wasting even more gasoline and money of course. I'm guessing this is the same reason they implemented in house day care as well. Of course there are other bonuses to that. I know if I had kids, I would love the fact that I wasn't across town if my child needed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we received a memo that they are building a very large workout type facility that will be available to us next Spring. These facilities will include a swimming pool, saunas, showers, an indoor track, workout equipment, free weights, cardiovascular workouts, raquetball courts, basketball courts, aerobics and trainers to assist us with daily workout needs! I can't remember everything they listed, but it was a huge list to be sure! I am totally jazzed about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very impressed to say the least. I'm kinda getting into this whole economical savings thing. In fact, I may even start doing my dishes, showering and getting ready for work each morning right there at the office! You know...Just to save water and stuff! I wonder if any of my future dinner guests would freak out I did my dishes &lt;em&gt;while &lt;/em&gt;I shower?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-112478253820365509?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/112478253820365509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/112478253820365509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/08/save-save-save-thats-my-new-motto.html' title='Save, Save, Save! That&apos;s my new motto!'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-112439856828838528</id><published>2005-08-18T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T13:59:02.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How did this happen?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today....Patrick Swayze is 51 years old. Yes, you heard me correctly FIFTYFRIGGENONE!!! Is it just me or does FIFTYONE sound like he's got one foot in the grave already?! I am just dumbfounded. Patrick Swayze used to be such a cute boy and now he is FIFTY ONE? How do things like this this happen? You don't just go from drop dead gorgeous, hunk-o-burnin' love status to fiftyone overnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.earthlink.net/~totallysqued/sway.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This has to be one of the greatest love scenes of my generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But OH.MY.GOD HE'S FIFTYONE!!! We must take him out back and shoot him now because I do not want to ever in my lifetime admit to lusting over someone who is actually FIFTYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-112439856828838528?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/112439856828838528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/112439856828838528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-did-this-happen.html' title='How did this happen?!!'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-112388222171090507</id><published>2005-08-12T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T14:46:33.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What time zone is this again?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I was up late last night, ass deep in boxes and apparently totally consumed with finding things and putting them in their rightful places. I felt a yawn coming on, turned to look around for a clock to see what time it might be and found there wasn't a clock in sight. I hadn't gotten around to unpacking any clocks yet. About 6 boxes later I was on the floor in the bathroom emptying... [you guessed it] ...A BOX and I'd almost fallen asleep right there holding a box of tampons and Desitin ointment. Don't ask. I have no idea whatsoever why I have a tube of Desitin in my possession. Maybe I had a buttrash that I don't recall having or perhaps I was in a pinch for some white face paint and had to improvise. I dunno. I cannot explain it and it may well be The Mystery of The Century, which shouldn't be confused with The Trial of The Century, but perhaps Michael would like to borrow my Desitin?! Ya know, in case he is in need of some white face paint. And has to improvise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't look at me like that! I'm just sayin'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moments later I was rummaging through several boxes in search of a clock and then it dawned on me! My computer has a clock! Quick run to the computer and my lord it's 4:22 AM! EEEK! Yeah, so I brushed my teeth and went to bed and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its 4:08 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't good news people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my new job a total of 5 days and not only have I WAYYYY overslept, but I also did not call in to tell them I would not be gracing them with my presence today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooth move eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how I am going to explain this and a good excuse hasn't fallen out of the sky yet either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell them that there was a family emergency I suppose, but I am always afraid if I use something like that for an excuse we will actually HAVE a family emergency and then I wouldn't be able to live with myself and well, I really don't have anyone else to live with and if I have to move out, who else would there be for me to talk to around here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just go pick up that prescription now!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-112388222171090507?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/112388222171090507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/112388222171090507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-time-zone-is-this-again.html' title='What time zone is this again?!'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-112366293657743585</id><published>2005-08-10T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T01:36:41.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole lot'o shakin' going' on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay...Everyone breathe with me now! Inhale in...And exhale slowly. Deep cleansing breath in, deep cleansing breath out. Okay, stop. You're beginning to sound like obscene phone callers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise everything is fine with me. I will confess that I was having a rough time if it for a while. From the time Brian and I broke up, through the end of June, things were a bit crazy around here and the craziness became a bit overwhelming. Rest assured that I have pulled myself together and things are going well now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't set out to totally ignore my blog and I have missed you guys like crazy. I have so much to update on it isn't even funny! I've moved...Also landed a new job too! I am extremely happy about that! Things seem to be on a much more positive track now and I am feeling much, much better all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hang in there guys! I'm workin' like a dog getting things wrapped up with the move and I'll be blogging again in no time! I promise!!! Thank you all for your concern and encouragement and emails and care and support and jokes and all the pornography links and the discount Viagra links and the penis enlargement information. You guys really know how to come through for a buddy and make her feel better! You guys are so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't send the porn, Viagra and bigger weenie information?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Crickets begin chirping*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-112366293657743585?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/112366293657743585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/112366293657743585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/08/whole-loto-shakin-going-on.html' title='Whole lot&apos;o shakin&apos; going&apos; on'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-111995591563570866</id><published>2005-06-28T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T14:27:25.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They say the mind is the first thing to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And apparently that is a true statement. I was out of town all day yesterday, woke up this morning, checked my voice mail and realized that yesterday...was my birthday. Umm HELLO?!!&lt;br /&gt;I say to hell with it. I'll just remain 28 forever! Yeah...28 sounds like a good number. We'll go with that one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can honestly say that this has never happened to me before. Could one of you help me remove my head from my uhm...back door?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-111995591563570866?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111995591563570866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111995591563570866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/06/they-say-mind-is-first-thing-to-go.html' title='They say the mind is the first thing to go!'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-111917824644216037</id><published>2005-06-19T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T03:50:46.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you already had your last chance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been a very sad week for the Sque family. This past week, my niece; my sister in law's daughter from a previous marriage, was killed in a car accident. Actually, she and her boyfriend were both killed...instantly. They were both 23 years old and have a 2 year old daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While this has been very upsetting to all of us, I can only hope that she [they] are finally free of the demons that have been haunting them for so long. They both had severe drug problems and their lives over the past few years had been spinning out of control. It started with several car accidents, both arrested for drugs, a little jail time, their daughter being removed from their home, fights with parents and family. Right before this happened, my niece was about to lose custody of her own daughter, permanently. She was given one last chance by the judge, to try and get her act together. Her own mother had temporary custody of her daughter and she was to check into rehab this past weekend. She never made it. Little did anyone know, she'd already had her last chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I guess someone else is in charge of last chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know or understand much about death or what happens to us when we're gone, but I hope somehow, she is given a chance to start over if that's possible. She was a beautiful, intelligent, wonderful person. I'm not sure where things went wrong for her. Perhaps she took a wrong turn somewhere, but I know in my heart that this wasn't the path that she was destined to. I cannot imagine that this was God's plan for her. All I know is that I hope she can somehow have another chance to shine. It is also my hope that her daughter Madison will not be haunted by this for the rest of her life. We love her and will do our best to see her through. I pray that God will guide her throughout her life and that he has many many blessings in store for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Any prayers, good juju's or whatever your thing is, send some her way please.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-111917824644216037?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111917824644216037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111917824644216037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/06/have-you-already-had-your-last-chance.html' title='Have you already had your last chance?'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-111869763332454934</id><published>2005-06-13T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T21:49:20.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the verdict is....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wow, not guilty verdicts on all charges! I can't say I saw that coming. I was hoping for a not guilty verdict because I have been such a huge fan, but I wish I felt more certain about his innocence. I really hate the media circus surrounding these types of trials, but in a way I wish I could have heard the evidence as it was presented. Mostly because I'd like to put this to rest in my own mind. I was able to watch or record most of the OJ Simpson trial, and although I believed the evidence, and believed him to be guilty, I was able to understand why that jury came up with their verdict. As presented, they had no other choice. I guess in this particular case, all I can do is hope this is the right verdict and that justice has been served appropriately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I heard the news that the jurors have a verdict in the Jackson trial and I gotta say, I'm sort of nervous for the guy. I was/still am a fan. I've had mixed feelings about this whole thing all along. I mean, the thought of someone doing that to a child just...sends me into orbit and if the guy is guilty, god help him! He deserves whatever he gets and probably then some! On the other hand, I can totally see how greed might drive someone to falsely accuse him. Both situations enrage and sadden me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unlike the OJ Simpson murder case, we have not been privy to daily testimony in this trial, so I wouldn't dare offer a guess at what the truth is or what the verdict might be. All I hope for is justice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now Playing: She's got the rhythm, I've got The Blues, By: Alan Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-111869763332454934?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111869763332454934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111869763332454934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-verdict-is.html' title='And the verdict is....?'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-111815815278631317</id><published>2005-06-07T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:29:12.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how I hate Murphy's Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't imagine what I must have done to get on his bad side, but Murphy sure seems to be pissed at me for some reason. Murphy has to be of the male gender! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Dad went to the hospital on Thursday for a "procedure", and ended up staying nearly a week. He had been complaining of not having any energy, then after some testing, his doctors found his blood count to be very low. This meant he was losing blood somewhere. There were no obvious signs that he was losing blood so it didn't start out as a huge deal, but they needed to top off his tank. So he received several pints of blood, but that didn't quite do it, so they gave him more. By Sunday, his blood count was going down again. After yesterday's colonoscopy, they discovered bleeding ulcers, took him off all blood thinners and aspirin which he had been taking since his stroke last summer, then gave him more blood. Today he seems much better and will likely be going home tomorrow afternoon. Thankfully, this round of health issues has been far less dramatic than the health issues he's been struggling with for the past couple of years! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In other news, what started out as a small wet spot on my dining room ceiling has become a large gaping hole! Apparently my air conditioner is creating condensation...Somewhere and...something...Somewhere is blocked and this is causing water to drip from somewhere. I am not familiar with the inner workings of it all. All I know is that I can live with a gaping hole in the ceiling as long as the A/C continues to cool my home. For all I care, the entire ceiling can fall in, but if my house is cool, I'm cool too. So for now, I am still in good spirits. If we don't have coolness, then we will indeed have a disaster on our hands and someone may need to come shoot me. While you're at it, shoot Murphy too because I hate that little bastard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now Playing: Don't make Me come over there and love You, By: George Strait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-111815815278631317?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111815815278631317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111815815278631317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-how-i-hate-murphys-law.html' title='Oh how I hate Murphy&apos;s Law'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-111756130441264645</id><published>2005-05-31T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T10:41:44.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, moving right along...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright folks, I've decided I'm done with the whole drama of the past couple of weeks! Today is my day off, there are cute boys at the pool and tunes and drinks and did I mention the cute boys at the pool yet? Yes! There are some very hot boys at my pool and although they are a few years younger than I like, I am headed out for some rays. Hey...there is a huge difference between "thirtysomething" and DEAD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We may even fire up the grill later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyone care to join us?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-111756130441264645?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111756130441264645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111756130441264645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-moving-right-along.html' title='So, moving right along...'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-111743403262813650</id><published>2005-05-29T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:48:20.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of course I can never just let anything go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'll continue my thoughts here, without the "colorful" language this time. Sorry for all that, but when you gotta vent, you should vent. So I vented!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since &lt;em&gt;the conversation&lt;/em&gt;, I have been avoiding him like the plague. I didn't know what to say and well, I'm just a wuss that way. When I'm too upset about something, I avoid it and pretty much &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt;! So this weekend, I turned on my IM's and there were several messages from both of them. He was apologizing profusely. She didn't seem to know anything about it, so when I saw him online later, I decided I needed to know what was going on so I asked. Again, he apologized profusely! I did accept the apology, but I pretty much let him have it and told him that was about &lt;em&gt;the dumbest&lt;/em&gt; thing he's ever done, at least to my knowledge! He agreed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So he informed me that he hasn't told her anything and I agreed that I wasn't going to tell her anything [&lt;em&gt;for now&lt;/em&gt;] because, well, I'm a wuss and I just can't justify further endangering their, otherwise great relationship. My reasoning here is that he hasn't actually acted on his feelings....he's made them known, yes, but that's as far as it has gone. He &lt;em&gt;has not&lt;/em&gt; made any physical advances toward me at all. Despite my thoughts on his motives, thinking about doing something and actually doing it are two different things. If I knew he had cheated on her, then that would be whole 'nother ball of wax. You bet your ass I'd tell her in a heartbeat. In any case, I did tell him that if he pursued this any further, I would indeed tell her and I also encouraged him to try and get them into some sort of counseling. I know and he knows that, despite a few minor issues, they have a really good marriage and relationship. I am hoping they can work those things out and continue to have a great marriage. &lt;em&gt;I hope&lt;/em&gt; that I am doing the right thing and &lt;em&gt;I hope&lt;/em&gt; that ...If things ever go awry between them, that she will understand that this was an extremely difficult decision to make and that I'm doing what I think is best for their relationship and our friendship. I'm trying to avoid making things worse and well...I'm a wuss too, but she already knows that. If I am making a huge mistake here, I hope she can find a way to forgive me. I dont &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to keep anything from her, but telling her will undoubtedly open another can of worms.  This sucks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry for rambling. I'm sort of thinking this out as I go. I am trying to clarify and solidify my thoughts and feelings as I type this, so excuse me if this isn't making sense. UGH...I just hate this hole situation. I am still sad, still hurt and angry and furious and still confused. Part of me feels like I'm doing the right thing, and another part of me wants to beat the crap out of him. I feel like I'm being too easy on him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's almost 2 AM! I'm too tired to think about this anymore. I need sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am also thinking about deleting these 2 posts. I'm a little afraid that one of my friends might stumble upon my blog someday and I'm thinking I don't want this buried in my archives for someone to discover. So whaddya think? Should I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lets all say it together now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WWWWWUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-111743403262813650?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111743403262813650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111743403262813650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/05/of-course-i-can-never-just-let.html' title='Of course I can never just let anything go...'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-111727407583623407</id><published>2005-05-28T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T04:24:48.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon me while I vent...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here's your warning! If you can't handle raw feelings, a few F-Bombs and such, then hit the X in the top right of your screen and do not read any further. I shall resume normal blogging at some point after this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been out of sorts lately and I guess I just need to get this out. Feel free to comment if you like, but I already know the answers for the most part. I just need to vent or ...something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The week before last, I had a very disturbing conversation with a dear dear friend of mine. A friend I have known since middle school. I was totally taken off guard to hear that he now has feelings for me. [Can't Imagine why either!] Now normally, this wouldn't be so upsetting, but there are other factors that come into play here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. He's &lt;em&gt;married&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. His &lt;em&gt;wife&lt;/em&gt; and I have been very close friends almost from the moment he introduced me to her some eleven years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. They have &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; beautiful children together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was stunned, to say the least, by his announcement and now that has turned into hurt and anger! My first question to him was what he hoped to accomplish by sharing his feelings with me. His response was that he just needed to get it off his chest and be upfront about it. WTF ever! My feeling on the matter is that I believe he hoped I might be agreeable to an affair, which is &lt;em&gt;absolutely&lt;/em&gt; out of the question. [&lt;em&gt;See #70 on my 100 Things List&lt;/em&gt;] In fact &lt;em&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/em&gt; other than friendship is out of the question! I do not have romantic feelings toward him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At this point, I am furious beyond belief! I am upset that he could possibly even consider an affair or cheating on his wife/my friend. I also &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; he had higher regard for &lt;em&gt;both of us&lt;/em&gt;! I am hurt and angry that he would think I could even &lt;em&gt;consider&lt;/em&gt; committing adultery and even more upset that he might be willing to do so, although he says that isn't the case. Needless to say, &lt;em&gt;I don't buy that&lt;/em&gt;. I don't mean to jump to conclusions and for crying out loud, if I am, please set me straight, but I see no other reason for him to share such feelings with me if that isn't what he was hoping for. The bastard! What good could come of it?? None that I can think of. He certainly wasn't "being upfront" with his &lt;em&gt;WIFE&lt;/em&gt; about it! Furthermore, I am &lt;em&gt;FURIOUS&lt;/em&gt; that his "sharing" has put me in such an awkward position. What the hell am I supposed to say to his wife? How am I supposed to talk to her and pretend this conversation never happened? Although they live four hours away, we talk on the phone and on IM all the time. I can't very well confide in her! Am I &lt;em&gt;supposed &lt;/em&gt;to tell her? That would be disasterous and it certainly isn't something I even want to &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; about doing! I'd rather die than tell her something like this! I can't confide in any of my other friends either because, 1. Most of us have known each other since we were in elementary or middle school and, 2. My other friends are friendly with them as well. So as of the date of that conversation, I haven't spoken to either of them. I don't know what, if any conversations have transpired between the two of them since. I don't even want to know! All I know is that I have no idea what to do with this or how to resolve my feelings about it. I'm just fucking furious and hurt and I'm really hating men right about now. I really wish he had put more thought into this. In all likelihood, whatever feelings &lt;em&gt;he thinks&lt;/em&gt; he has will soon pass and here he's gone and fucked up a perfectly good friendship. Probably two friendships, not to mention that he could very well be putting his marriage at risk too! UGH! What an idiot!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-111727407583623407?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111727407583623407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111727407583623407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/05/pardon-me-while-i-vent.html' title='Pardon me while I vent...'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-111703534009453648</id><published>2005-05-25T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T16:50:43.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Musical Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been tag teamed yet again! This time the culprits are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jmw500.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://contemblogging.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;! Do you guys lose sleep at night thinking about who you're gonna tag team next? LOL, Thanks guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Total volume of music files on my computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a grand total of 501. *&lt;em&gt;Looks around innocently&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. The last CD I bought was? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.overstock.com/cgi-bin/d2.cgi?PAGE=PRODUCT&amp;PROD_ID=516864&amp;amp;cid=64666&amp;fp=F"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sara Evans: Restless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; [I love love love Sara Evans music!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. What song is playing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Josh Gracin: Nothin' To Lose [Remember him from American Idol III? This is a recent #1 hit on the country charts for him! &lt;em&gt;And I hope he sent Simon Cowell a nice F-You note!]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Five songs I listen to a lot or that mean a lot to me (in no particular order): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Diamond Rio: I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Travis Tritt: Anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sara Evans: Suds In The Bucket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Selena: Como La Flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good grief...you people know me better than this! I can't name just 5! I listen to a lot of stuff! Garth Brooks, Big n Rich, Gretchen Wilson, Alan Jackson...the list is endless! I listen to Country, Rock, Disco, R&amp;amp;B, Rap, Spanish music... the list is endless! If I have the song, it has meaning to me in some way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Which 3 people are you passing this baton to, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See that blogroll over to the right? Go look at it and if you're blog is on it, you get the baton! MUAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAA Why? Because I love you and I don't want to leave &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; feeling left out. Go on...get after it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If you've already done it, then you're off the hook....&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now Playing: I've Got A Feelin', By: Billy Currington&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-111703534009453648?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111703534009453648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111703534009453648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/05/musical-meme.html' title='The Musical Meme'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-111695267931648411</id><published>2005-05-24T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T09:37:59.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo's from the Wedding Design Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The pictures can be seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10889373@N00/?saved=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I only got pictures of designs I created or helped participate in, but there were so many fabulous designs, I wish I could have taken more, but what can ya do?! A new digital camera is next on the list of major purchases and I say "major" purchase because I'm not getting a cheapy this time around! Must pinch pennies and use what I have for now though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's all I have for now. Although the class was a nice distraction, I'm in a very weird place...Emotionally. Still a little too upset to put it into words coherently, but I'll eventually get around to it. What I'd really like to do is go stick my head in the sand!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10889373@N00/?saved=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-111695267931648411?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111695267931648411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111695267931648411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/05/photos-from-wedding-design-class.html' title='Photo&apos;s from the Wedding Design Class'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-111678108560322640</id><published>2005-05-22T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T09:58:45.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no place like home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so glad to be home! I left Friday and went to a contemporary wedding floral design course in Houston. It was lots of fun, but very hot and humid. Of course we were inside most of the time, but the heat made even driving around town miserable. The upside is that I got to bring all my designs HOME and now my house is smelling heavenly! There were some others who flew in from other states, that didn't get to take theirs, so I brought those home as well. A few of them didn't fare so well, but most of the designs did. I think I'm going to take some to one of the nursing homes close by and maybe brighten someone's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow! In the meantime, I thought this was kinda fun. Seems pretty accurate I guess, but I get along really well with people who are sarcastic. I'd never break up over that of all things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ff99cc"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9fd2"&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa6d9"&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffacdf"&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb3e6"&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb9ec"&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... No secrets.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbff2"&gt;Your risk of cheating is low. Even if you're tempted, you'd try hard not to do it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc6f9"&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&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/9832775-111678108560322640?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111678108560322640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111678108560322640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/05/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='There&apos;s no place like home!'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-111650816582387494</id><published>2005-05-19T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T06:14:56.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heads Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To avoid any undue concern, just want to let you know I'm taking a brief break from the blogworld. Crazy things going on around here and I need a bit to get my head around it. Will be out of town this weekend as well. I'll be checking in on you guys as I can. Be well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;By the way...My little Guest Map over there needs some attention! I never imagined I would ask anyone to do this, but go mark your territory! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-111650816582387494?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111650816582387494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111650816582387494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/05/heads-up.html' title='Heads Up'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-111644267581070413</id><published>2005-05-18T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T12:04:11.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyone watching Idol this week? I am trying hard to get over my PMS and focus on other things...Like who's gonna get the boot tonight. With this show, you never can tell! We're down to the final 2 after tonight! Weeeee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I had the day off today and since the cleaning fairy has obviously forgotten where I live, I've been doing the domestic thing today. Sorry folks, nothing exciting going on. Tonight for Idol night, we're having Beer Butt Chicken! Mmmmm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.earthlink.net/~totallysqued/beerbutt.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 roasting chicken, approx. 4 pounds 1 12-ounce can beer (I use Lone Star. It's a Texas thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;¼ C. Spice rub of your choice, plus 2 tbsp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pam cooking spray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light charcoal or preheat gas grill to 350° F. You'll be cooking indirectly, so light only one side of the grill. Pour off a few ounces of the beer, no more than 1/3. If you're going to use wood chips, which I highly recommend, pour the beer over them and let them soak while you get everything else ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a bottle opener or other suitable tool, carefully make two or three other holes in the top of the beer can to allow maximum vapor escape. Add 1 tbsp. Of the spice rub to the beer in the can. Remove excess fat from the chicken, then rub it down inside and out with the dry rub. Make sure to put plenty inside the body cavity and neck opening. Spray the outside of the can with cooking spray and set it in a shallow pan which will fit on your grill. Put the chicken onto the can slowly, and adjust the legs to make a "tripod" shape so the bird won't roll over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carefully move the pan to the grill and place it away from the heat, for indirect cooking. If using wood chips, drain them and put them on the coals now, or in your smoker box on top of the burner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roast until your probe thermometer reads 165° F. Deep in the breast meat. Remove from heat and allow to rest for at least 20 minutes before carving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: This CAN also be done in the oven. Start at 400° F. For 20 minutes, then reduce heat to 350° until done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-111644267581070413?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111644267581070413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111644267581070413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/05/idol-anyone.html' title='Idol anyone?'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-111641760356410181</id><published>2005-05-18T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T05:00:23.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have surpassed the "From 0 to Bitch in 2.5 seconds" rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My uterus is not my friend! The first chance I get to evict that bitch it's outta here!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd like to upgrade to a new model please. Preferably one that hasn't reached puberty.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-111641760356410181?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111641760356410181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111641760356410181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-have-surpassed-from-0-to-bitch-in-25.html' title='I have surpassed the &quot;From 0 to Bitch in 2.5 seconds&quot; rule'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-111633949688169532</id><published>2005-05-17T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T10:59:24.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions: Everybody's got one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Given the recent event's in my life, I have decided I am not going to date for a while. I am going to take some time to reflect and decide what is best for Sque. In the meantime, I've got some things rolling around in this brain of mine and perhaps you can help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; For a while now I've been thinking about my "type". Now that I am single again, I find my self wondering if I should focus on my type or letting the cards fall where they may. It seems to me that if you focus too much on "type", then you may be overlooking some really cool people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For most of my "dating life", I've had no clue what my type was. It wasn't until I met someone that I really clicked with that I even realized there might be a "type" for me. I dated this person for seven months prior to meeting the tosser. We had tons of things in common. Everything from tastes in music, to political opinions, to common goals and life dreams, with lots more in between. Everything seemed to fit and the chemistry between us was amazing! By now, you must be wondering why, if this person was your type and so amazing, aren't you with this person and why were you planning to marry the Tosser! Valid questions! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The person of which I speak [we'll call him RC for Robo-Cop...Yes, he was a cop too] had been recently divorced, had 2 young daughters and had recently moved back to Texas. We met, everything clicked, his daughters spent most of the summer with him and everything was grand. After RC's daughters returned home to their mother in another state, he realized he was miserable living so far away from them. I couldn't blame him. I would have been too. The love he had for his girls was part of what attracted me to him. His commitment to his children reminded me very much of my own father and I supported his decision to move closer to them so that he could be a part of their lives. At that point, neither of us were anywhere near ready to commit to anything permanent, so we opted for the long distance type of relationship. It worked for a while, then it became clear that it was painfully difficult and entirely too expensive to maintain, so we amicably parted ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I later met the tosser and although he didn't exactly fit what I believed to be my "type", I fell in love with him. I don't want to reminisce too much on that because at this point, I'd just as soon forget that chapter of my life for obvious reasons. My point here is that deep down, and I hate to admit this, I wonder if I was settling. I have enjoyed the single life, except for the dating part and marriage has not been a top priority for me, but looking back on it now I can't help but wonder what I was thinking! I realize now that although I loved him and we were attracted to each other, that amazing chemistry wasn't there. We had things in common, but some of the things I realize now are important to me just were not there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So during this period of reflection, I turn to you my friends. We've all been here and I think most of you can relate in some way, whether you're single, just dating, in a serious, non married relationship or married. We may focus on this for a while around here if there's enough interest. Lord knows I need some input and what better place is there to find an opinion?! I welcome it from anyone, male and female alike. Lurkers...I'm talking to you too! I know you have opinions! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's question: Did or do you currently focus on people that are your "type" or is that over-rated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-111633949688169532?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111633949688169532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111633949688169532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/05/opinions-everybodys-got-one.html' title='Opinions: Everybody&apos;s got one!'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-111627006095304195</id><published>2005-05-16T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T12:01:00.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I vote we do away with Monday's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My apologies for not being on top of things today. It's Monday and I'm draggin' ass. Whoever invented Mondays should be shot. [Disclaimer: I am not advocating that anyone be shot, I'm just sayin'!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In other news, Six Flags Astro-World was very much fun! Saturday, five adults and myself [who is not yet an adult] adopted a few brats for the day and all 14 of us wreaked havoc on the place. I am not sure how we managed to avoid it, but you'll be happy to hear that we were not kicked out on our tushies. The good news is that we had sense enough to go before the typical, Texas summertime temperatures reached 2000 degrees and I did not suffer from heat exhaustion during this trip! I avoided caffeine, which is what did me in the last time, and although I would have killed for an ice cold Dr Pepper, I sipped water all day like a good girl. Thus my sanity and ability to sweat remained in tact! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~totallysqued/swat.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, however, made me cry and fear for my life, which brought about some things that might have left others questioning my sanity, but we won't discuss that any further. Suffice it to say, I do not recommend this ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One thing I found particularly funny this weekend was a conversation I had with T's daughter, J. She and her friend were telling us that some of their friends have had sex. After some gentle questioning, I discovered that at 12, she wasn't exactly sure about all the details of sex, but she proudly informed me that she knows what 96 is! It was then that it became clear that she certainly knows a hell of a lot more than I do!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-111627006095304195?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111627006095304195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111627006095304195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-vote-we-do-away-with-mondays.html' title='I vote we do away with Monday&apos;s!'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-111600562786295924</id><published>2005-05-13T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T03:10:05.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Service Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you people realize it is Friday the 13th?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few rules you may want to consider:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No going to the basement alone&lt;br /&gt;-Lock the door to the bathroom during daily hygiene rituals&lt;br /&gt;-Remain part of the group and do not wander away unless you want your head chopped off&lt;br /&gt;-Stay away from power tools that just happen to be running when they shouldn't be&lt;br /&gt;-Do not drop what you're doing to investigate odd noises&lt;br /&gt;-No bonking in the woods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have left anything out, post it in comments and help keep your fellow bloggers alive and well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-111600562786295924?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111600562786295924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111600562786295924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/05/public-service-announcement.html' title='Public Service Announcement'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-111588254155187175</id><published>2005-05-11T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T02:09:09.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you tell someone to lose your number?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He may work on the 9th floor, but I don't think there's much goin' on upstairs! Don't get me wrong. He is very nice looking, but as far any brain activity goes, he's pretty much a dud. Mr. 9th Floor called Tuesday night. We talked for a while and for some reason, it just wasn't clicking. I dunno how to explain it really. For one, he seems to like to talk baby talk and then a later reference to me as his "future wifey" had me searching for the eject button! EEEK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From now on I won't give it up so easily. The digits I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I'm not very good at this whole dating thing. One thing I'm rotten at is saying "sorry, but you're not my type". We talked again briefly last night before I went out with some friends. I basically thanked him for lunch &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; and cut the conversation short. He asked if I was busy this weekend and I truthfully told him I have plans. He didn't seem to get it and said he'd give me a call Sunday. I told him I probably wouldn't be home until late. He says, "Ok, I'll talk to you on Monday". Like a dork, I said "Okay". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shoot me now please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;RE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://coffeesoup.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Michele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I did in fact ask him about his blog and get this! He said he was just kidding, that he didn't really have a blog. Um...&lt;em&gt;hello?&lt;/em&gt; Who &lt;em&gt;lies&lt;/em&gt; about having a blog?!! I can maybe see lying and saying you don't have one... I think maybe that's really the case. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-111588254155187175?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111588254155187175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111588254155187175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-do-you-tell-someone-to-lose-your.html' title='How do you tell someone to lose your number?'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832775.post-111575323689908616</id><published>2005-05-10T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T12:31:48.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scoop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lunch was nice! He's a guy that works in my building and we've been eyeballing each other in the elevator most mornings. I work on the 7th floor and he works on the 9th. I found out Saturday that he tapped the brain of one of my colleagues to see if I was single! Well, as luck would have it &lt;em&gt;I AM&lt;/em&gt;! So yesterday he asked me for a lunch date and of course, I accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was a bit nervous, but we grazed, we talked and we had a very nice time. Unfortunately, like the slut that I am, I gave it up! He asked for the digits and I gave them up faster than the national deficit rises per second! I did not, however, rake everything off the table and ravage his body. I think I can hold out a little bit longer on that one. The good news is that I didn't drool even once. Ok, well I did once, but he didn't see so that doesn't count. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All in all, we had a very nice time. One funny thing did happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's part of our parting conversation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him: I am so gonna blog about this lunch date!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Oh so you're a Blogger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Him: Who &lt;em&gt;doesn't&lt;/em&gt; have a blog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Well fine, I'm blogging about this too then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We gotta find his BLOG!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832775-111575323689908616?l=sque.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111575323689908616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832775/posts/default/111575323689908616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sque.blogspot.com/2005/05/scoop.html' title='The Scoop'/><author><name>Sque</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873458569639593463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13697632022693080321'/></author></entry></feed>