<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266806</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:19:54.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hysterical Barking</title><subtitle type='html'>Random Thoughts, Observations, Blatant Stupidity, and Sillyness....From a Woman in Her 30's.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Barking Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03084228288163691220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266806.post-111543328120202038</id><published>2005-05-06T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T21:34:41.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Shit.  I have ADFucking-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"&gt;Well it's a well-established fact I am a freak.  No surprise there. But, at the urging of my nurse practitioner, I made an appointment back in February to be evaluated by the Internist because it was suspected I may have ADD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Say what ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So, today, May 6th, I sit down with the doctor and answer alot of questions.  Long story short, I am the ADD poster child and have had this since I was seven or so.  It's no surprise that I never was even aware of this, and was diagnosed with everything from Impulse Control Disorder to Borderline Personality Disorder, Depresion, you name it.  I have been the way I am for as long as I can remember, so I had nothing to compare it to, as far as my behavior went.  I knew I thought differently than other people, and something was just not quite 'right' upstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So now Adderall is my new twice-daily snack. I go see dr in three weeks to see how I'm doing, and improving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266806-111543328120202038?l=barkingshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/feeds/111543328120202038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266806&amp;postID=111543328120202038' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/111543328120202038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/111543328120202038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/2005/05/holy-shit-i-have-adfucking-d.html' title='Holy Shit.  I have ADFucking-D'/><author><name>Barking Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03084228288163691220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266806.post-111158802816572889</id><published>2005-03-23T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T09:27:08.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy But Worth It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I made a healthy dessert yesterday out of a Woman's Day mag (thanks, Mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a name of 'Angel Lush with Pineapple', but I have some names that seem more fitting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Big Fucking Mess in Ten Minutes or Less !&lt;br /&gt;2. Easter Bunny Cum Cake (sorta like Rum Cake)&lt;br /&gt;3. Frankencake&lt;br /&gt;4. Amy's Fugly Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients/Directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 20 oz can of crushed pineapple&lt;br /&gt;1 4 serving package of Jello Instant Vanilla Pudding*&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of Cool Whip *&lt;br /&gt;1 10 oz round Angle Food Cake, pre made/store bought&lt;br /&gt;10 fresh Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not included but should have been:&lt;br /&gt;1 serrated bread knife&lt;br /&gt;Rubber gloves&lt;br /&gt;Brillo pad for clean up&lt;br /&gt;Laser level (for those of us who cannot manage a straight line)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear off the counters, you're gonna need the space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cut angle food cake (hafuckingha) horizontaly into three levels. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;2. Empty entire can of pineapple with it's juice into a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stir in entire package of dry pudding mix.&lt;br /&gt;4. Stir in one cup of Cool Whip&lt;br /&gt;5. Put on elbow-length rubber gloves&lt;br /&gt;6. Take bottom section of cake (careful! It's floppy!) and place on cake plate (now is a good time to run away) and spread one third of mixture onto it evenly.&lt;br /&gt;7. Repeat with the next two layers, stacking back together, spread remaining mixture on top. Garnish with strawberries around the top,  if cake is not shaking like a priest at the Boy's JV swim practice.&lt;br /&gt;8. Place the whole mess in the fridge (if you haven't flung it somewhere and you aren't wearing it) for a time out, and step back for an hour. Have a martini or a nap. Wrestling wears you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are ready to speak to it again, attack it, cause it's YUMMY! Makes ten servings, or, if you are ME, makes five snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I use fat free/sugar free pudding mix, fat free Cool Whip.  There was a sugar free AF cake, but it contained Maltitol, so back it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.makedesserts.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;www.makedesserts.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; has the nutritonal info should you care that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BRUSH teeth after! My GOD it's sweet n' sticky !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may take out the profanity and email makedesserts.com and tell them what I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, maybe i'll leave it in and send them the therapist's bill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266806-111158802816572889?l=barkingshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/feeds/111158802816572889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266806&amp;postID=111158802816572889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/111158802816572889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/111158802816572889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/2005/03/messy-but-worth-it.html' title='Messy But Worth It.'/><author><name>Barking Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03084228288163691220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266806.post-111099716942087646</id><published>2005-03-16T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T13:19:29.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate the Mall and the Mall Hates Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Who smoked the crack THIS season?  What is up with the Pucci/asymetrical/geometric/hideous shades of green and pink in everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to JCPenney (first mistake of the day) to find a cute dress or a handsome tailored pantsuit to go to a children's benefit/gala on April 1st.  Keep in mind I have a gorgeous $200 dress from Jones New York that I could wear. I wanted something SPRINGY! FRESH! SEXY! and that was not happenin' at JCP.  Dowdy weird shit? Check. Prom dresses? Check. Career clothes? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try on a Juniors dress, very cute, white-satiny-flowery-sleeveless -who-am-I-kidding-put-it-the-hell-back-you-are-almost-32-years-old little number, and move on to a really cool top in the career from hell dept, and try on these funky skirts that are choking the place...and I cannot justify wrapping my hips and ass in this bright screaming shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ask Furry about my new nickname - Flabby McMoo-Cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second mistake, Old Navy. Just not a good idea for dressy things. Jammies, workout clothes, fine. Gotta have every flip-flop color ever made? Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Ton - nope. And developed one of those butt-itches that you need to duck into a dressing room to take care of.  I took this as an omen and left. Next, J.Jill.  Out of my price range, but I was rather vexed at this point and just lost all composure and looked at everything, everywhere.  I even went to SEARS.  I tried my hand at Lane Bryant, even though THEIR 14 is no longer an option. Other 14' s are. Just not theirs. When you range from a Jr 13/15 to a womens 14, what choice do you have?&lt;br /&gt;And I walked into the original sluttery, Charlotte Russe. They had some cute shit, but due to it being cut for women with pencil legs, I had to either choose to go bottomless, or seek clothing elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I ended up with, after stopping in Victoria's Secret, FYE Music, and Border's :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPEX bra, because I shit you not, it's like NOT WEARING A BRA. And you can't tell it's underwire.  I wore it out of the store. (I paid for it first.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CD from a group I just heard that morning on cable TV radio music channels, ironically called 'The Music' and CD is titled 'Welcome to the North'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0002OTIC0/qid=1110996566/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-7558897-4395134" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0002OTIC0/qid=1110996566/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-7558897-4395134&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Please listen, it will do me good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Borders, I bought the Scissor Sisters CD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0002IQI8I/qid=1110996643/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-7558897-4395134" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0002IQI8I/qid=1110996643/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/104-7558897-4395134&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 7, 'Filthy/Gorgeous' is hysterical. Love it, whole CD is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two books, 'Running with Scissors' (notice a theme here?) and a little humor book, 'Dieter's GT Weight Loss before, During, and After Sex.'  I have the original book, and this one is even funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went for a classy outfit, ened up with a space-bra, two fun n funky CD's, and two books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for working all night, shopping for eight hours, and coming home to take a shower and listen to Assclown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266806-111099716942087646?l=barkingshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/feeds/111099716942087646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266806&amp;postID=111099716942087646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/111099716942087646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/111099716942087646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-hate-mall-and-mall-hates-me.html' title='I Hate the Mall and the Mall Hates Me.'/><author><name>Barking Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03084228288163691220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266806.post-111098840724125725</id><published>2005-03-16T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T10:53:27.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Fucking Call List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am on it for a reason, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Empereon Marketing Group has been calling me EVERY DAY for over a week.  I am on the Do Not Fucking Call My Ass List, but this may be an exempt group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I DO answer, they do not say anything for ten seconds, because this call is computer dialed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day, I answered and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I spoke. Nicely at first (I was never NOT nice..it was just the content..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked them WHY it was SO important to call me every day. When they asked me to take a survey, I reponded that I could not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, ma'am, it will just take a moment."&lt;br /&gt;"I am really sorry, but I have a court order that says I can't."&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, ma'am?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry - let me explain.  I just got out of prison."&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am? What does that have to do with our survey?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I was incarcerated for stalking, killing and dismembering a telemarketer from Sprint a few years ago, and I am NOT allowed to have contact with any more telemarkets. I can fax you a copy of the order if you like.  Hello? Are you still there? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT, my friends, is how you get them to stop calling. When I do this at my mother's house, I have to get her in the other room because she laughs so loud she gives it away that I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266806-111098840724125725?l=barkingshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/feeds/111098840724125725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266806&amp;postID=111098840724125725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/111098840724125725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/111098840724125725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/2005/03/do-not-fucking-call-list.html' title='Do Not Fucking Call List'/><author><name>Barking Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03084228288163691220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266806.post-111037387579384521</id><published>2005-03-09T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T08:11:15.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure of Princess Puke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;If only I had heeded Furry's advice (which came to me after the fact), to NOT go grocery shopping while queasy/nauseated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I got out of work (beginning of storm) and went tanning, went to butcher, then to ghetto-ass grocery store in town.  It HAS improved greatly, and resembles a larger store in design and quality.  It used to be the place where food went to die.  And THAT place is located in Colebrook, NH, which sports the world's scariest grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know I have been sick with something like a cold, but have not been able to eat, and it was difficult to even drink.  In a nutshell, I have been pukey from mucus, very nauseous, gagging and hacking for over seven days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I walk into Ghetto-Mart, and IMMEDIATELY the produce smell turns my stomach...I adjust and get what I need and wander around..and everything I see is grossing me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I get to the deli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am struggling as it is, but when I spied the ham salad *HORK!* and then some jello-marshmallow creation called 'Pink Surprise'&lt;br /&gt;*SPRACKLE!* and then onto the Capicola, mortadella, and pimento/olive loaf..oh my christ....*BRARGLE-CAKKA-KWEEK!*&lt;br /&gt;I had to haul out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am checking out, and who gets behind me in line but Jimmy the Pedophile - total skeezball, late 60's, unkempt, unwashed, a heavy smoker...and he REEKS of rancid ass/garbage/cigarrettes and I wait with gritted teeth until I got outside where I was bent over next to my car trying desperately not to spew and gag all over myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hid in the house for the rest of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266806-111037387579384521?l=barkingshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/feeds/111037387579384521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266806&amp;postID=111037387579384521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/111037387579384521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/111037387579384521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/2005/03/adventure-of-princess-puke.html' title='Adventure of Princess Puke'/><author><name>Barking Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03084228288163691220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266806.post-110987247626730693</id><published>2005-03-03T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T12:54:36.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What, O What To Do With Pig Lips ????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Darling friend Furry has just informed she is mailing me pig lips, but NOT the naked porcupine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What does one DO with pig lips ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I may open the box from a distance, with a stick.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266806-110987247626730693?l=barkingshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/feeds/110987247626730693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266806&amp;postID=110987247626730693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/110987247626730693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/110987247626730693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-o-what-to-do-with-pig-lips.html' title='What, O What To Do With Pig Lips ????'/><author><name>Barking Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03084228288163691220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266806.post-110879048848800688</id><published>2005-02-19T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T08:30:38.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Screw To ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Listening to some tunes tonite after work and compiling a list of songs to burn (ex boyfriends ARE good for something) I realized how much music affects me and here is what I have to say about my own collection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;CD's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; To Have Sex To ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;'Aenima'&lt;/strong&gt; from Tool. By the fifth track one of you will have killed and eaten the other. *Hint - surprise him during 'H'. He won't see it coming. Or, wait till after the next song, 'The Useful Idiot', just to be a sicko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;'Amnesiac' &lt;/strong&gt;from Radiohead. You'll have killed yourself before the foreplay is over, or at least by track 4. Pure despondence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;3. Anything by Tori Amos. Because if you happen to be with a man, you will instantly hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;'Speakerboxx/The Love Below'&lt;/strong&gt; from OutKast. Because you will jump outta bed and start groovin' around the house wondering WHY you were having sex in the first place - between Hey Ya and I Like The Way You Move, you'll forget about sex entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;'Some Devil'&lt;/strong&gt; from Dave Matthews. Because if F*CKING SUCKS. Period. Now, I worship Dave like the rest of the world and have everything he ever released, but THIS JUST SUCKS. Sorry Dave&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;'A New Day Has Come'&lt;/strong&gt; By Celine Dion. NO ONE should be gettin' it on to Celine. NO ONE. If you do, you have issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7.&lt;strong&gt; 'Fever'&lt;/strong&gt; By Kylie Minogue. See Number 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8. Anything by Sarah MacLachlan. She is my hero, but she is strictly chick music and you will be ransacking your cabinets looking for your extra medication and a bottle of wine, weeping and hissing at your boyfriend .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CD's You &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should &lt;/span&gt;Screw To : (Hey that rhymed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;1. Anything by ambient techno god BT (his last two releases SMOKE)&lt;br /&gt;2. Anything by A Perfect Circle (if you're a rocker). Except their latest CD, eMOTIVe. It's about war and is very sad/reflective. It's mostly cover by John Lennon, Marvin Gaye, Joni Mitchell...'When The Levee Breaks' (Joni) is incredible sung through this guy.&lt;br /&gt;~ APC's first CD, 'Mer de Noms/Sea of Names' is intense, sexy and dark. The second CD, 'The Thirteenth Step' is hypnotic and creates a major bonding experience. A coworker borrowed my copy and I am burning his own copy because he became utterly obsessed with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;* Maynard James Keenan, lead vocalist for both TOOL and APC has one of the most beautiful male voices I have ever heard - great range from sweet and lilting, to seductive and powerful, to make you want to gnaw through your own limb intense and insane. This is the guy who would have sex while listening to Celine, for the sheer perverseness of it. *I* would listen to Celine if it meant I could do Maynard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 'The Smokin' Nephew' by Baby Bash. I will be the FIRST person to tell you NO RAP MUSIC while boinking. Baby is a Texican and is cute as a friggin' bug. 'Suga Suga' makes me melt and this is a nice hip hop to get your freak on to. Some songs are sexy/dirty which is a great combo.&lt;br /&gt;4. Anything by guitar masters Steve Vai or Joe Satriani. Vai is a freak and he learned it from Satch, so take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite way to break in a CD is listen at home while doing something else, so I passively absorb it. My Favorite CD's are one I had to listen to two or three times. Just like my closest friends, they are usually not someone I liked right off the bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266806-110879048848800688?l=barkingshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/feeds/110879048848800688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266806&amp;postID=110879048848800688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/110879048848800688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/110879048848800688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-do-you-screw-to.html' title='What Do You Screw To ?'/><author><name>Barking Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03084228288163691220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266806.post-110645019672975847</id><published>2005-01-22T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T22:16:36.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I FOUND JESUS !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;He was hiding behind the sofa the whole time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266806-110645019672975847?l=barkingshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/feeds/110645019672975847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266806&amp;postID=110645019672975847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/110645019672975847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/110645019672975847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-found-jesus.html' title='I FOUND JESUS !!!!'/><author><name>Barking Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03084228288163691220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266806.post-110644938350246230</id><published>2005-01-22T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T22:03:03.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Random Facts Regarding Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;1. I am 5'7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;2. I used to be blonde.  Someday when the pain is not so fresh, I will post WHY I AM NO LONGER BLONDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;3. I am obsessed with Spongmonkeys.  They love tha subs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;4. Nothing offends me/grosses me out/embarrasses me.  That most likely came from working with the people that I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;5. I am obsessed with sharks.  I am a sharkophile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;6. I have rats. As in pets, not vermin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;7. I am Pagan/Wiccan. Big surprise there. There is a good dose of Secular Humanism in here too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;8. I am an EMT.  Not currently certified at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;9. I have never been married.  Holy shit I am a statistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;10.  My last boyfriend is nine years younger than me.  In one year I lost 50 pounds.  Care to guess how ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;11. My ex will read #10 and send me an email, I am sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;12. I lost 110 pounds, but after this Christmas, five of the bastards found me again. Is there a Fatness Protection Program ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;13. I hate people who are loud on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;14. Non-words like  y'all, whassup, shizzle, .....STOP IT. RIGHT NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;15. In defense of Rednecks, *I* have a set of matching Cool Whip salad bowls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;16. I live on the edge and eat raw cookie dough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;17. If I were a lesbian, I have dibs on Jessica Simpson.  But she needs to keep her mouth shut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;18. Religous zealots irritate the living shit out of me.  Go burn in your OWN hell, you pious pain-in-the-ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;19. I refuse to drive cars with automatic transmission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;20. I do not smoke, drink, or do drugs.  It interferes with my meds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266806-110644938350246230?l=barkingshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/feeds/110644938350246230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266806&amp;postID=110644938350246230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/110644938350246230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/110644938350246230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/2005/01/20-random-facts-regarding-me.html' title='20 Random Facts Regarding Me'/><author><name>Barking Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03084228288163691220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266806.post-110635933533270072</id><published>2005-01-21T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T21:02:15.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Have you seen the commercial with the little blond girl and the M&amp;amp;M Crunch Bar ? She does this crazy body contortion thing and spins her torso around and it...just..is...plain...WRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266806-110635933533270072?l=barkingshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/feeds/110635933533270072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266806&amp;postID=110635933533270072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/110635933533270072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/110635933533270072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/2005/01/weird-shit.html' title='Weird Shit'/><author><name>Barking Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03084228288163691220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266806.post-110625603756894051</id><published>2005-01-20T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:20:37.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/13/3076/640/Goth%20Garlic.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/13/3076/320/Goth%20Garlic.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Garlic Press....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266806-110625603756894051?l=barkingshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/feeds/110625603756894051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266806&amp;postID=110625603756894051' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/110625603756894051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/110625603756894051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-garlic-press.html' title=''/><author><name>Barking Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03084228288163691220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266806.post-110625465341754144</id><published>2005-01-20T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T15:57:33.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoe Polish &amp; A Toaster Oven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;What happens when you put a can of shoe polish in the toaster oven ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It makes a BIG, FLAMING , SMELLY MESS.  One of our officer - who shall remain nameless - was going to polish his boots.  The black shoe polish apparently caked up a bit and apparently what some people do to re-gel the polish is heat it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Notice I said 'heat it up', not 'light on fire'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;'Someone' stuck  the tin of polish in the toaster oven and pressed the toast lever, presumably without checking to see if it was set on 'toast' or 'bake'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;While talking to the Lieutentant, Someone noticed a BAD SMELL and walked back into the kitchen area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;FLAMING tin o' polish.  So, Someone unplugs the oven and goes to move it, but splashes the napalm-like flaming black shit everywhere and runs outside with it and flings the oven in a snowbank by the door.  Still flaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And we give him a gun.  With real bulletts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266806-110625465341754144?l=barkingshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/feeds/110625465341754144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266806&amp;postID=110625465341754144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/110625465341754144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/110625465341754144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/2005/01/shoe-polish-toaster-oven.html' title='Shoe Polish &amp; A Toaster Oven'/><author><name>Barking Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03084228288163691220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266806.post-110618264085893683</id><published>2005-01-19T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T19:57:20.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenn Put Me Up To This...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A darling online friend and BRILLIANT comedienne from Boston, Jenn, MADE ME DO THIS.  Twisted my lanky 'lil arm.  You think *I* have issues ? Visit HER site and check out her posting on stuff, including myself and our friend Furry, who is just as bizarre as myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dejennerate.com"&gt;www.dejennerate.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266806-110618264085893683?l=barkingshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/feeds/110618264085893683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266806&amp;postID=110618264085893683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/110618264085893683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/110618264085893683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/2005/01/jenn-put-me-up-to-this.html' title='Jenn Put Me Up To This...'/><author><name>Barking Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03084228288163691220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10266806.post-110618230932493948</id><published>2005-01-19T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T19:51:49.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BARK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sniff sniff sniff......Hello ? I know you're here.  Stop F*cking STARING !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10266806-110618230932493948?l=barkingshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/feeds/110618230932493948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10266806&amp;postID=110618230932493948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/110618230932493948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10266806/posts/default/110618230932493948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barkingshark.blogspot.com/2005/01/bark.html' title='BARK!'/><author><name>Barking Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03084228288163691220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
