<?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-12854184</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:53:19.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt T</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12854184.post-115946096386140468</id><published>2006-09-28T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T12:29:23.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey I realise that maybe Eddie Vedder may have been too obsecure a reference for people... it was brought to my attention.... think 90's Alt band Pearl Jam... just an FYI....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12854184-115946096386140468?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/115946096386140468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=115946096386140468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/115946096386140468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/115946096386140468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2006/09/clarification.html' title='Clarification'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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-12854184.post-115940251442963932</id><published>2006-09-27T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T20:15:14.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So the alumni weekend has come and gone and I survived. It was actually kinda fun it rained down and the field was all muddy and I felt like a kid out there so I was diving and getting dirty... and surprisingly I didn't hurt too much sunday morning... either from playing, drinking or dancing on Saturday... It was good to see all the old players considering people literally flew in from considerable distances for the event. New Haven managed to amass a whole three players so instead of playing our 17 vs their 3 which the Bridgeport crew was more than okay with, we played 10 v 10 with a mixed team... they won 3-2, (we played a man down the whole second half I dunno if I was the only one who realised.... how the hell did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;WE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; play a man down? Practically everyone on the field was a former UB player!!!) but it was cool I realised about 10 minutes into the game that this was just gonna be fun win lose or draw... and it was. They made themselves at home with the drinks after the alumni game... so I guess that rivalry is kinda dead ecxept that a fight could have broken out between two current players later that evening at an establishment. So maybe it is just the retirees that have no hard feelings although some among us were not quite sure why they came back &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; the game (the second one with the current teams which UNH &lt;em&gt;also&lt;/em&gt; won by a single goal 2-1) and kept drinking. Not like they pay into our alumni fund... anyway I guess we are just gracious hosts... maybe it was a good thing that only 3 of them showed....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The shopping was as expected... fun and overwhelming, but more hardcore than even I was used to...  So I took Saturday afternoon off after the game... and drank and napped insetad. Served me well later that evening.  Mainly the drinking I think because I will admit that was a bit sore on Sunday from diving but I felt nothing on Sat night and I don't think it was because of the nap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well that is the recap from the weekend... in the words of Eddie Vedder "I'm still alive"... and if you don't know who Eddie Vedder is you are too young to be reading this... Well this is two within a month for me... don't anyone start holding their breath now.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12854184-115940251442963932?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/115940251442963932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=115940251442963932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/115940251442963932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/115940251442963932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2006/09/still-walking.html' title='Still Walking'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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-12854184.post-115836790996356448</id><published>2006-09-15T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:51:50.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So unlike some of my more prolific counterparts I do not get online daily to write about my life... well that and my life is pretty mundane at the moment... which is not at all a bad thing but I am not sure that anyone wants to hear the details of my day to day activites as a live-in Aunt... well I love the kids as much as someone can without being a parent so I have no complaints. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I sit here with my 18 mo old nephew on my lap I think... well that I ate too much and if he doesn't stop squirming I may puke... and this has been a pretty eventful summer for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I managed with the aid of EndNote software to finish my thesis in two weeks... I read over 100 articles and cited just this side of 70 so leading up to the writing of this doucment I was concerned that the bibliography would be the hardest part of the damn thing... which it was shaping up to be... My brother was working on how to make citations easier for me...I have never used numbered citations because it is a pain in the ass and because I am too disorganised and lazy to keep renumbering the references page as the order changes ... oh yeah and it has  never been required of me... well this program does it for you. My friend recomended it and well that was that for me it made this whole process almost a pleasure... almost ... I sill had to read over 100 articles written by scientists.... and we are not good writers by and large. If I was writing one of those pages where I thank my family and stuff on the thesis I would have thanked my friend and the inventors of the software first... maybe it is a good thing that I didn't do that page. So that was my plug for software... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well I wrote my master's thesis reading to references in 2 weeks I think I want to apply to the guiness book of world records... I mean 37 pages (w/o references) and 70 references... oh yeah and I got an A.... so I rock.... ironically and not so much to the amusement of anyone else that I know (not surprisingly &lt;em&gt;in particular&lt;/em&gt; the parental units) I completed the requirements for my Master's before I was certified for my BS.... I am not sure exactly how that worked in terms of being accepted for Grad school but I am done and I hope I have been certified for my BS... I am sending out resumes to that effect... that would juts be embrassing. Just for the curious observer I never took bio 101... I didn't need to I did the course requirements for that class when I was 16... in Trinidad so I was not doing it again... turns out if you make that excutive descion as a student someone in the deparment still has to formally waive the class for you... I never bothered to have that done. So 54 bio credits sucessfully passed they were being sticklers for Bio 101... So that is what I was trying to organise while writing my thesis for my MS.... turns out my procrastination moves more quickly than their bureaucracy... I am not sure if I should be comforted or alarmed by this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I now have a MS and hopefully a BS... well that is what I am telling potental employers... I have no idea how to go about looking for a job to be honest. I am kinda used to people just wanting me to stay around and creating positions for me so trying to sell myslef isn't my forte... well that could also because I do not aspire to be a prostitute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; So I am by my sister playing with kids and trying to get a job... surprisingly motivated to work... or atleast find work... I am not sure that I am cut out to be employed at a regualr 9-5... after working in athletics... and probably not the example of a departmental hierarchy that organisations should aspire to... well we will see. I need to get a job before I worry about keeping it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weekend of the 23rd is Alumni Day for women's soccer. My friends from Iceland have coordinated this with a shopping trip in NYC... how clever they are. So at least I get to see them... through the Macy's window LOL... it is fun though... They enjoy shopping and well I can hold a bag pretty well... and its fun to shop... for the first few hours... Of the first few days of the week... anyway so I am looking forward to the game... mainly because a goalkeeper who was until recently in season is coming over so I can just relax  cheer and drink on the side... Magnus had the bright idea to have us play the alumi of our rivals New Haven so this game carries some bragging rites... who has the better team of geriatric retirees... but we have ringers coming in from Iceland  and Sweden and they &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; been playing at home so we should be okay... and hopefully I will be enjoying it from the sidelines... you may ask yourself "who goes to an alumni weekend and hopes not to play?" that would be a person who has not played in a long time who is in bad shape and who does not relish the idea of hurling her body around like she did 3 years ago.... my body didn't like it then when I was training... I can't see it going over so well a week from now... I mean hopefully we are up by 10 and enjoying it and I can get in but we are gonna want to win this game... so fun isn't the first concern for many of us.  This is the other concern with an alumni game with emotions other than fun involved somone is gonna get hurt because they make the mistake and care about the game and try to do something they did a half dozen years ago... like run... I am just rooting not to be that person. Well I don't run in my position but diving could have a similar effect... And I am dumb enough to care... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay so that is my update... with my frquency on this thing I guess I should just give thanksgiving greetings now... so HAPPY THANKSGIVING if I don't update this before then... who knows after next weekend I may spend six weeks in traction.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12854184-115836790996356448?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/115836790996356448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=115836790996356448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/115836790996356448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/115836790996356448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2006/09/summer-review.html' title='Summer Review'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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-12854184.post-115264057589760143</id><published>2006-07-11T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:01:52.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>In the Middle of wiritng my thesis.... like tis video... two shoutouts to Trinidad and Tobago which I recgonised immediately.... I rock... anyway check it out.... goodness knows when next I get on this thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngQ6mBPZB5g"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngQ6mBPZB5g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12854184-115264057589760143?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/115264057589760143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=115264057589760143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/115264057589760143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/115264057589760143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup-wrap-up.html' title='World Cup Wrap Up'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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-12854184.post-114117588518974305</id><published>2006-02-28T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T20:18:05.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling like a kid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night I honestly slept like it was the night before a trip to disney and I was six... not that I would have slept great if it were the night before I was going to Disney... anyway.... it was the night before the game vs. Iceland... I was so excited I kept waking up and looking at the clock to see if it was 3 o'clock as yet...  3pm that was which is why it may have been a little unreasonable for me to wake thinking I had slept for 13 hrs... especially considering I had a meeting at work at 10:30 this morning... which served as a good way to kill a few hours it turned out... not that I was not EXTREMELY distracted when I was in the meeting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So after the inital and substantial dissapointment of realising that the game was not going to be aired on tv here... it turned out that it would be broadcast on the internet... God bless the internet...  well except for the technical difficulties that had us miss the first 20 mins of the game. Not that anyone let us know so we were just freaking out at the computer trying to see if we could get it to work. We started looking for numbers to call and e-mail addresses to send hate mail to when the game came on...  by this time TnT were up 1-0...  not the point of this post.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There is something special about leaving work and going to watch your national team play against the nation of your closest friends... I dunno why. But it was special... I may be hormonally imbalanced now but it was.  Dunno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The final score was 2-0 TnT which I am guessing most anyone reading this knows before they read it but in the off chance that you were actually using this blog as a sports news service that was the final. Dwight Yorke... just about the ony Trinidadian that people know scored both... the second, a penalty, was probably a bad call... I am sure I will get opinions on this... rest assured that knowing Trinis the Icelanders in the stadium will have been well taken care of... despite the score.  The Trinidadians... undetered by the weather  would have been convincing some inebriated Icelanders to whine.... and this is a skill that is not as easy as it looks... don't ask how I know this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No real hard feelings I hope... the halftime enterainmet alone must have been worth it to any fans from 66ºN... personally it was a bit embrassing for me... not sure if people actually coreograph (sp?) these things or just send scantily clad women out to gyrate (sp?) as a means of keeping warm.... &lt;em&gt;"No, no really you will be fine in just the feathers just keep your waist moving...."&lt;/em&gt; and people believe this sh*t?... not that I would not have done some strange things for a ticket over and to the game...  probably not that strange tho... but no offers were made so we will never know... and I am somehow okay with this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After a questionable snow day I had class rescheduled for last Sat which means I missed the men;s and women's basketball senior day... but I did ace my test to I am back to passing this class the second (damn) time around... I am thinking of giving up cursing for lent... someone want to take odds on this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Started work on my thesis... barely but it is a start... I probably, no I just NEED to reread all of the articles I read last summer some how I cannot remember detaills of scientefic research papers I read 6mos ago... but I have a new advisior and he said I can keep my topic... I told him I had alreaday started the paper.... colecting over 50 articles and reading them counts right?... I was not looking forward to picking a new topic and doing research on it so it is kinda  a relif really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway it was a good day... so now we are 1-0 lifetime against Iceland... hopefully there will be many future meetings...&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/12854184-114117588518974305?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/114117588518974305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=114117588518974305' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/114117588518974305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/114117588518974305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2006/02/feeling-like-kid.html' title='feeling like a kid...'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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-12854184.post-113720635427591652</id><published>2006-01-13T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:01:54.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All in a Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;... So Angelina is pregnant... took me a few days to deal with that... not that I think I had a chance with Mr. Pitt... but she is seriously disturbed I think... which is fine but I dunno.... she once hired a hitman to kill herself I once read... I dunno this is strange behaviour I am right? So she is passing on her mentally stable genes... good this should be encouraged... all the best to her. Eh at least her IQ is in triple digits from what I can disern... which is my bigger concern at this point... Stupid people need to stop breeding... I suppose attractive talented and from all appearences intelegent ones should be encouraged to spread thier seed... I am such a romatic eh? Mental illness can be treated... stupidity not so much... of course if you listen to Tom Cruise there is no such thing as 'chemical imbalances'... he should go hang out in a psych ward with his vitamis... not that I am a big proponent the wanton administration of drugs but... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Speaking of stupidity... look at the time of this post I have an exam in 12 hrs... I should be studdying... am I? Nei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SO Adrea has a gyenocologist (I can't spell that probably not a good thing anyway) appointment on the 23rd... hang on keep reading it's not going where you think.. well maybe it is.... she told me I could write that so for all of you who need dates to fill up your calender... there's one... anyway.... Sandra, who I do not believe will go to term, is due on the 24th Would it not be the cutiest thing if Sandra went a day before she was due and they were is stirrups at the same time? Still doing things together even tho they are so far apart... anyway I thought that would be funny... belly in the off chance that you are reading this.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I read on Sandra's blog that Ísland is now up to 300,000 people.. . that is cool so I guess this means I need to stop refering to its population as a quarter million... I am so used to it tho.... rolls off the tounge... oh well... Well I guess that eases the pressure in the game now because we are not competing against a nation with a population of a quarter million we are competing against a nation with a population of 300,000... I dunno how or if this helps... I don't think it sounds any better &lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt; we lose... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well I gotta go now... need to actually read my notes before tomorrow... Long day tomorrow... ending with gymnastics... dear god this would be &lt;em&gt;somone's&lt;/em&gt; fantasy... but not so much mine... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/12854184-113720635427591652?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/113720635427591652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=113720635427591652' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/113720635427591652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/113720635427591652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-in-day.html' title='All in a Day...'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12854184.post-113694862993680746</id><published>2006-01-10T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T22:03:49.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I may have to change the language that the date is written in on my Blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, this is the start of something... &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; won't you agree? eh, Bara ekki....  My brother, in Trinidad,  just called me and left a message on my phone saying that I needed to call him he had some news about football at home...  he sounded so wired on the phone that I called him right back... long story short, for what I have to believe is the first time in our histories, the Trindad and Tobago national team is facing off against the National team of Ísland... may the best island win...  you have glaciers and we have a coral reef... far be it from me to talk smack... I am just wondering where I am gonna watch the game and with whom... Feb 28... they are playing in London... It was funny I believe that is was Sandra who said that she could not believe that countries like mine (no offense) and Baharain were in about to qualify for the World Cup and Ísland was not... well Sandra this may be your revenge...  I am clearly a person of no faith.. . plus I don't want to burn any bridges... No need losing a place on Sunday night to watch TV... or places to stay in Ísland for that matter ;) Needless to say not alot is gonna get done on that Tuesday, which incidently is Carnival Tuesday at home so at home people will probably have little intrest meanwhile my swelled sense of patriotism that accompanies Carnival season will be mediated by the fact that I am gonna have to watch this game with somone else with a vested interest... for the other team....  áfram Ísland :) First I had to temporarily retire my swedish shirt now the Icelandic shirt too... hmmm and I liked that one....  and half my stuff is still in storage.... maybe just not wear it that day....:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Didn't run yesterday but typed up half of my notes for my exam saturday... Lifted again today... ice and biofreeze helped my shoulder... I am pretty psyched... when I am done here I am actually gonna biofreeze my shoulder when I am done here... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Which is now SVU is starting... hey ladies let's be polite about this... it is just a game.... aye aye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12854184-113694862993680746?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/113694862993680746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=113694862993680746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/113694862993680746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/113694862993680746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-may-have-to-change-language-that.html' title='I may have to change the language that the date is written in on my Blog...'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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-12854184.post-113678265197151987</id><published>2006-01-08T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T23:57:32.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I may not be able to move tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well Andrea is back in BPT so I did the Desperate Housewives/ Grey's Anat tonight... it was nice to have company.... especially good company again... vei!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Especially because I work most Saturday's it seems that my weekends go pretty quickly... well it didn't help that I actually cleaned my room last night and I am not finished yet... but it was cool... the RAs stopped by this afternoon and when that happened I was pleased that I actually did that last night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well Andrea got back around 4 so I went right over and hung out as she unpacked... oatmeal rasin cookies not choclate chip cookies... stll good tho well we were talking and I have alluded to wanting to work out recently and I sorta said off handedly that I was gonna work out after Mass.... So Andrea, and I am not complaining... , was like I can pick you up from Church and we can go work out together... so I was like cool... I mean I was only thinking about working out and if I comit to it with someone I am more likely to do it...  so after Mass Andrea picks me up in dressed in sweats... so we head straight to the gym... uh... yeah so sidebar I can apparently work out in the same clothes I wear to Church... I dunno what that says.... I must be saving my good clothes for work.... LOL.... wore sweats on Friday fyi... no need to set standards I cannot maintain.... I figured it was just honest... and I woke up late... and didn't shower before I went to the gym... but enough about that... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah so we just lifted... no treadmills downstairs and well I guess it is a bad thing when you can feel yourself getting sore &lt;em&gt;while&lt;/em&gt; you are lifting... I am not expecting tomorrow to be too much fun... but we did agree to meet for a run... anyone taking bets on the likelyhood of that?! But I iced my shoulder afterwards... and used biofreeze on it as well so hopefully this helps... well just the one arm... the rest of me is gonna be a mess but I gotta take care of my shoulder... it may just fall off one day I fear... My fingers are still tingleing.... from the BIOFREEZE!!! ;) Anyway... so I may be a bit sore tomorrow....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I obviously have done no studying this weekend and when I am done here that will be one of my first projects... geez the run tomorrow may be more likely than that... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Doing the post game wrapup took so long yesterday because I need to explain to Courtney how to do things... and I usually find it easier to just DO something rather than explain it to someone else... so I was not loving my job yesterday.... I just did the website and didn;t tell her anything.... which is annoying because I have had less time with the website than she has and I was figuring it out as I was going yesterday... it took me the first half of the guys game to get the story up from the girls game... so it is a bit of a learning curve for me...  and I dunno why she is so afraid that she is gonna brak it or something...  I messed it up like 70 times before I got it (somewhat) right... there is some stuff that needs to be fixed still but that is a later day problem...  and I just have no desire to teach her this stuff... but I lobbied for her knowing what she was capable of I just didn't realise that she would be so tentative... I mean when I was left in the lurch... I freaked out for about a week but I figured the stuff out... is it really this difficult?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So re reading this I am guessing that I am becoming a little frustrated... but it is okay we don't have another home game for quite a while... so hopefully between now and then it gets better... I dunno how....  Home gymnastics next Sat which would be cool because I have class and would miss it... but it is at 6 so instead I get to leave class and go directly to they gym to update the website and then to a gymnastics meet... people better put away the sharp objects LOL.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well I hope that you guys are doing well... I am off to find another excuse not to studyl... thesis update... none just fyi :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12854184-113678265197151987?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/113678265197151987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=113678265197151987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/113678265197151987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/113678265197151987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2006/01/since-i-may-not-be-able-to-move.html' title='Since I may not be able to move tomorrow...'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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-12854184.post-113652286840419839</id><published>2006-01-05T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T23:47:48.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Boss In Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmmm So A 24hr bug and a day later I returned to BPT... well the new girl was hired at work... I guess the best way to describe her is that she reminds me an awful lot of the gymnast Joey-Marie... she is cool though.... I may need to get dressed for work now tho.... seriously and this is stupid but today I came straight from the train station to work and I was in jeans because I was travelling and I had to wear my wool  jacket  because it doesn't pack well and despite my lack of fashion sense I feel that I should not wear it with sweats... so anyway I was in jeans and a therefore a wool jacket...(or is that vice versa) ...anyway point being I was underdressed.... she like wears slacks and stuff... I can't keep up... I am just wondering what this means for me... well we will take it a day at a time until I run out of  nice pants and show up for work in my pjs... But I went straight to work and she was cool... I told her what I was gonna do and she let me go... Which is cool.... I think it helps that I know what I am doing and she has no clue... she did some kick ass programs for Sat's game tho... so that is cool.... put stats and stuff in.... that off my plate is cool... we should be fine... as soon as among her Meg and I we figure out the website fully... It sux because I was soo good at the website before the upgrade and now I have to relearn it...  and next weekend I have class so this is not a good week for me to try to figure it out because I tend to get overly attentive to &lt;strong&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; that is not my school work when I get the chance... we will see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;New Year....eh I guess I should start working out or something.... well travelling has made me realise that I NEED to start lifting again... I am such a weakling... Granted I was not well and did not eat Tues... or that much on Weds but I was &lt;em&gt;dying&lt;/em&gt; carrying my stuff... I did not bring that much stuff down so yeah and carrying the kids around was more difficult than I remember... anyway I need to get back working out.... again... Damnit... I was hoping I could last till the summer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay so the freaking manicure... yeah I need nailpolish remover... It's ruined... between carrying bags.... my tendency to put my hands in my mouth when I am thinking... and well life, the polish is more off than on I think.,,, I am this close to scraping off the rest but I am waiting for Andrea to get back this weekend... she should have remover but if she is a bust I am just gonna scrape it off... my hands may not have been made for polish.... MY feet are doing pretty  well tho... Like I said before may be more of a pedicure girl... despite my loathing of feet.... Ironic I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So becuase my roomate is not here I have decided to re do the room... well  my 2/3rds of it anyway.... what is wrong with this girl?!  SO basically all of my stuff from Warner storage is in the room now... I have no floor room and nowhere to sleep.... what the hell is wrong with &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;? And so much of my stuff is still in Seeley.... dear God... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I am eating oreos for dinner... I am such a lazy ass.... great nutritionist huh? Eh once I pass this freaking class....  Need to start typing notes for Next weekend... such a good student I am... NOT oh BTW I will &lt;strong&gt;PAY&lt;/strong&gt; someone just to write the opening sentence to my freaking Thesis why is this so hard for me for crying out loud?....  Eh maybe I will do my room before I start studying tonight....&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/12854184-113652286840419839?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/113652286840419839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=113652286840419839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/113652286840419839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/113652286840419839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-boss-in-town.html' title='New Boss In Town'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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-12854184.post-113627011272545578</id><published>2006-01-03T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T01:41:29.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not ExSPAticted from Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is strange sometimes what people do for fun... I am no exception but at least I admit it... for the most part. My brother-in-law Joe has been saying since he married my sister that the girls (that is my four sisters ,my mother and I) should all go to a spa day... I think that is sweet... but we have never gotten around to doing it... until Saturday... what a way to end the old year doing something for the first time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well if anyone knows me they know that I let grow what I should cut... eg eyebrows and and bite what I should let grow (ie fingernails... I am a goalkeeper and a guitarist I have no need for pretty hands mine are functional) so any way I am not sure what a manicurist is supposed to do when I they see my (lack of) fingernails... But I learned that they are professionals... the girl did not even gasp when she saw what she was being forced to work with... I apologised but she was cool about it... suffice to day my fingernails (are surprisingly) still pink. I actually kinda like them... I dunno if I would do this regularly but it was fun I must admit. The six of us broke up into pairs and so it was cool to chat with my sister (who has nails) while we were getting them done.... for some reason she took a lot longer than me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I have a thing about my feet... I don't really like feet... babies feet are fine but somewhere around age 6 not so much... and I don't really like mine... not that they are hedious or anything but they are feet... I was really happy that I did not spend the last 3 months in cleats tho... so at least they were not covered in callouses... that would have sucked... especially considering the fact that I was determined that I would not in fact get a pedicure so I didn't bother to shave... for the last 3 weeks... it is winter ....I live in sweats.... no one sees my legs but me... DON'T JUDGE ME!!! :) So I apologised for that when I had to roll my pants up to my knees... once again professonals.... I must admit that it was a bit strange having someone handle my feet... and I am tickleish... so some of the procedure was just plain torture...and I &lt;em&gt;paid&lt;/em&gt; for this?... anyway. So accepting the fact that when it comes to things like nailpolish I am not the most creative person... my toenails are the same shade of pink as my fingernails... I actually &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;like my toenails like this... makes my feet well nic&lt;em&gt;er&lt;/em&gt; so that is cool... not making a list of a pedicure set or anything... but let's face it once I pick up a guitar my fingernails are a mess but it is nice to take off your shoes in winter and have well cute feet I think... It helps that I have a nail on my baby toe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So in the words of the composers of "West Side Story" "I feel Pretty".... we were trying to teach my niece that song... what is wrong with my sisters and I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well all dolled up we spent Old Year's at my sister's it was low key but good. And alcohol was involved... so it was a good time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Annie continues to be a sucess with the kids :D. They are begining to sing along... Tomorrow is a favourite... My nephew &lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt; the bonus video with "Hard Knock Life" it is the cutest thing he just dances and grins the entire video... he is a cutie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well it is a bit late but HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope that 2006 is one filled with the best for you and yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12854184-113627011272545578?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/113627011272545578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=113627011272545578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/113627011272545578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/113627011272545578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-exspaticted-from-me.html' title='Not ExSPAticted from Me...'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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-12854184.post-113592514010889940</id><published>2005-12-30T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T01:50:47.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life... not that intresting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I am back in VA... thank God... It may in large part due to the fact that I do nothing when I am in GA which makes me so nuts... but it is good to be around the kids again...&lt;br /&gt;My youngest sister decided to repeatedly watch the first Bridget Jones Diary this week... so I am pretty sick of Renee Zellwegger right now... Her caracter is so neurotic and desperate... not even a good movie for crying out loud... it is fine the fist sixteen times you watch it but around 21 you need to drink just to get through the openeing credits.... And my sister as much as I love her is too involved in herself to realise that the rest of us are serious when we say if we have to watch it again we may kill ourselves... thank goodness that I could not find anything in the kitchen... knives included... just kidding. But it is good to be here with my sister and her kids... bought them "Annie" for Christmas... I may be a complete dork (for many,many reasons but for right now) because I was so psyched to watch it with them... eh it was the "Sound of Music" last year so I figure if they can deal with Nazis they can deal with orphans... next year may be gangs and death in "West Side Story" thank goodness that the kids like musicals because their aunts sure do... I am not sure who I buy the gifts for sometimes.... Well after her nap my niece woke up and asked to watch the new video... seems her mother is not the only person getting sick of the current selection of videos... and to my Niece and Nephew's credit Annie is like 2 hrs they watched the whole thing... even when we broke for dinner they wanted to go back down and see the end.... (minus the scary scene.... censorship is stupid people just need to be adults with the kids so the government can just piss off) ...so anyway my ego was satisfied... It is cool as an adult if you can watch a movie you loved as a kid and still enjoy it... I guess it means I was not a dumb kid... I hope that is what it means... the alternatives are less attractive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Christmas.. ate badly... did no work... watched too much tv... permenant mark of my butt in the couch... and I want to put a hit out on Kenny Chesney's ex.... oh yeah got a staple gun for Chistmas!... I was an adult so I have actually not opened it to put staples in as yet... I figure I will not mame myself while around the kids... I will wait till I am back in CT for that... Well unless my sister has a project that &lt;em&gt;needs&lt;/em&gt; staples... which reminds me I need to ask her about the drapes... anyway.... It is nearly 2 and regardless what time &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; go to bed my nice will still come downstairs and wake me to read to her at 7 so I am done here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmm I wonder what netflx my sister has.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12854184-113592514010889940?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/113592514010889940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=113592514010889940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/113592514010889940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/113592514010889940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-not-that-intresting.html' title='Life... not that intresting'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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-12854184.post-113512038324261883</id><published>2005-12-20T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T18:13:03.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fruit of Other's Loins</title><content type='html'>Eh I dunno why I picked that title... must be something to do with the fact that my niece just stripped naked while watching tv because she had to go potty but did not want to miss anything... I am not sure where this was headed if I had not turned around when I had... I hate these children's videos and I don't have kids yet... but it does give me the oppotunity to be online I guess so I should be greatful.. .Yeah so this is my break so far... I passed my flippin test...thank God... considering my prep consisted of packing, moving and shopping... it was fun but I dunno about idea.... eh whatever... but one down four more to go.... I&lt;em&gt;  really&lt;/em&gt; hate this video by the way... good Luck Sandra, who by the way is my inspiration for blogging again... :) yeah my nephew.. the younger one just nearly choked on paper... who needs a vacum with an 8 month old? Well apparenty I guess you should but who has time.. hang on speaking of time... the video is done my  niece just informed me... I need to put something on so I can finish this...&lt;br /&gt;SO my break started fleeing NYC with my Mom before the transit strike... I really felt like I was fleeing on the bus this morning with what was going on... we took a 1:30 bus but got to the port athority at before midnight to avoid anything... by the time we left my sister, who has exams in the city till Thur, was smsing me the play by play... Ifeel as though I left her behind in a civil war or something... just as aside why do the main characters in these children's video's always ask if you want to "play" with them... bugs me... dunno why... Well from here I head to GA which is too far south for me to be online apparently... my sister's computer is so slow that it is just quicker for me to leave the state to go online... plus I will probably live ALOT longer... so I won't be online for a week or so untill I am back closer to the Mason-Dixon line...&lt;br /&gt;So to All a Merry Christmas... and if you don't celebrate it just enjoy the time off that we Christians have carved out for you... just kidding...  seriously though enjoy your family and those closest to you... we can all apreciate that...&lt;br /&gt;Well until whenever bless bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12854184-113512038324261883?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/113512038324261883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=113512038324261883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/113512038324261883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/113512038324261883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2005/12/fruit-of-others-loins.html' title='The Fruit of Other&apos;s Loins'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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-12854184.post-112838582413608782</id><published>2005-10-03T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:34:49.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking for a Pulse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dunno why I have been so deliquent... it is a bit of a mystery to me where exactly my days go... and very little of it is chemically altered... kinda strange.&lt;br /&gt;Well I am back in BPT... hmm how many times in my life have I ever written that. But it is cool. People as always keep me sane... dunno how that works out for them but I am fine with it... shocking really. I guess the main component of my life right now is soccer... which is not really different from any other time... except this summer when I was watching kids... people are so trusting... I wish I could make fun of my summer... and to an extent I guess I can but all things being equal I had a pretty good one... no complaints... baby spit-up washes out... plus for anyone who knows me my clothes really are worthless.... I feel sometimes (I guess particularlay this summer while working as a Nanny) like Julie Andrews (without the ability to sing) but the comment in "The Sound of Music" when they say that she has the ugliest dress that they have ever seen... not that I will be caught in an ugly dress... or really any dress for that matter.... but you get the point about my clothes... good that I can make fun of myself I guess.&lt;br /&gt;So I am working with Ken in the SID office as his assistant which is cool. The team is doing well but you can check &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bridgeport.edu/athletics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.bridgeport.edu/athletics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; for that... but ME I have had a player on the NYCAC Honor Roll every week this season thus far... to be honest this week I didn't even try and I got a player... I don;t really think I am this good I think that the conference SID may want to sleep with me (which is just insane)... Surprisingly Maguns thinks this is a viable option... go figure...&lt;br /&gt;Fam is good... I will avoid stories about the Niece and Nephewes... is that spelt correctly? N E way yeah they are cute the twins are talking... I can actually have a conversation with them on the phone... I think that they think that "I love you" is always followed by "bye" and hanging up the phone (okay I lied, I sneaked a cute story in :)) but as soon as soccer is over I am heading down there for a bit... I can't stand to be away this long... it helps that the team is winning I guess...&lt;br /&gt;Not so much winning last weekend but we will not talk about that... When the rankings come out we will see the damage done and go from there... kinda critical time for the team right now with everything... hopefully they pull together with everything that is going on and figure out a way to keep winning... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh the girl wo came to pne practice turned her ankle during warm-up and was on crutches the next day just walked by the office... good to see she is better considering she has not been around since "the incident"... she may not be tough enough for the team all things being considered... but hey at least she is walking.... then again so are my niece and nephew... (yeah I need to keep sticking them in there) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well part of my inspiraton for getting this back up is because Hildur is coming in this week so I am sure I will have stories to tell... one would expect... ;)&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/12854184-112838582413608782?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/112838582413608782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=112838582413608782' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/112838582413608782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/112838582413608782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2005/10/checking-for-pulse.html' title='Checking for a Pulse...'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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-12854184.post-111991134834134882</id><published>2005-06-27T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T18:29:08.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My ears are still ringing so it must have been fun....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This Saturday saw the bachelorette party of one of my college buddies...  to say the least I have not been to a whole lot of these things in my time... well it started off with a laungere (I can't spell) party which was cool... I chickened out and gave a gift certificate but she was happy. Then we took a limo so NYC... and I say this now everyone should do this at once in their life... I felt like the kid from 'Big' sticking my head out of the moon roof.... the evening started off at lucky chens... a drag club on the lower east side... funny that is were you go for a bachelorette party... so we walked in with a 4 and a half foot penis.. did I forget to mention that there was a theme to this party... needless to say a  fifty-two inch peins in a drag club garners much attention... good or bad it gets a response... mainly good tho. So obviously a part of the evening degrades to brides to be on stage with a helpless man and some snappy drag queens (as they age the get bitter... must me menapause or something) so  when we walked in this was going on so as we waited for a table we wathed as brides to be were encouraged to strip a man that had 'voulnteered' to be on stage well if I remember correctly... it was 500 points for taking off the shirt and 1000 for taking off the pants...  which is all well and good until a drag queen from off stage removes the last vestage of clothing on the unsuspecting male from off stage and leaves him on display for a room full of sreaking adults.... so when it was Amber's turn to go on stage we kinda knew what may happen although she didn;t realise... competitve as she is and being egged on by a bunch of friends she did as she was told and stripped the gentleman from Columbia down to his skivies... only for a pair of lace-glove covered hands to remove the rest... long and &lt;strong&gt;short&lt;/strong&gt; of it I was in front of Schinae... and if anyone has met her they will understand why I felt bad for the guy and his unimpressive display as a foot and a half from the stage Schinae was commenting on his inadequacies... now this is why I tell the story after the show everyone involved got a free shot so I went over with Amber and Nicole to the bar... We had heard that the guy's parents were in the audience... and we were wondering if it was true and why he would put him self in that situation with his parents looking on...so we asked him... imagine our shock when in  gentle southern drawl he explained that he was from Columbia... TENESSEE with his parents in the city.... they had voulnteered him to go on stage not knowing "what type of place it was"... yeah I bet they don;t have clubs like this in Columbia TN.... I wonder if they just thought that it was a crowd of unusually tall women with a lot of make up working that night.... so I kinda felt bad for the guy... worse when I think of what he must have overheard the shreaking Shinae say... I guess his family was just in the mood for chinese....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After we ate the penis cake and drank goblets of I dunno what because all the lights were on the stage and the debauchery taking place there so I could not read a menu we headed off (in our limo) a club called "Culture Club" true to it;s name we listened to 80's music and I danced my butt off untill I began to sober up and realise that 80's music was not really designed to be danced to...  fun to sing along to but goodness no dancing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A few chicken rings (yeah that's right rings... I dunno don;t ask but I am alive) later and it was a good night out... well I guess I should savour these because come Thursday I am babysitting untill Aug...&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/12854184-111991134834134882?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/111991134834134882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=111991134834134882' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/111991134834134882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/111991134834134882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-ears-are-still-ringing-so-it-must.html' title='My ears are still ringing so it must have been fun....'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12854184.post-111886343120514011</id><published>2005-06-15T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T14:32:17.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I have been gone a while... more apathy than anything really... got my Thesis topic approved... so now I don't have a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; excuse for not commencing work on it... My advisor said to just find 25 research articles on my topic... I can say this as a scientist but we are really dreadful writers... so I need to read like 45 articles and cite 25... but atleast I know what I need to do. I really think I could have told him anything as my topic and he would have approved... I am not sure that is a good thing tho... I think at this point I could change my topic mid thesis and he would be none the wiser... but I think I like my topic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well my summer has taken shape... at the end of this month I leave for VA where I will spend the remainder of the summer... I am lookign forward to it... central air in these months is key lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Spent Monday following Hildur around as she did last minute shopping before she returned home... seems like just yesterday really. Missed coaching when we got back but I guess it's okay I just wanted to tell my kids bye... what the hell is wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am the aunt who likes to talk about her niece and nephews suffice to say that I can't believe how much they grow and change when I am gone for a month... Nicholas is too big for his sister to hold probably close to 20lbs now (she is only like 30) she talks... alot... expects to be understood and her directions to be followed... she is also fearless... likes the biggest slide in the playground and she will attempt it on her own... Timmy is not so ambitious on the playground likes the swings and the merry-go-round and he will master those Nicholas likes to be held on the swings... which is cool because I like holding him on the swings... as does his Mom... twins love the water... don't know what to do with the floatie thingys so they just stand up and are scared sh*tless when they slip even though they will be fine... no tears though they had fun... can't say the word pool in the house anymore they are getting too smart for that.&lt;br /&gt;Their paternal grandparents finally met Nicholas last week and their Grandma was commething on how smart the twins were... Nicholas does not do so much now so we will determine his IQ later... I am sure he will be fine... real sweetheart Nick he just laughs when you talk to him but to get to talk to him is a bit difficult because the twins have dibs on me when they are awake... which is fine they have known me a bit longer... it was funny my sister told them that I was coming when they woke up and they proceeded to camp out at the front door waiting for me she actually called me and told me this... while I was still in bed in CT... then my Bro in Law came home for lunch and Thérèse flipped out because it was not me... not that I am happy that she was upset to see her dad but it is pretty cool when they look forward to seeing you... I don't mind reading stories for them now becasue they can complete the sentences so it makes it fun... well I need to go work on the women's media guide for this year which involves using the scanner that the ex-trainer left behind... and people say nothing good came of his tenure here... soon that scanner will be in this office tho Ken and I have been dicussing it... &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/12854184-111886343120514011?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/111886343120514011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=111886343120514011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/111886343120514011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/111886343120514011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been a while'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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-12854184.post-111699527296129574</id><published>2005-05-25T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T00:27:52.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>taking a vacation from... well that is not really the point here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well this is exciting. I just got my ticket to go see my niece and nephews... It has been a while.. I think that Nicholas is twice as old as he was when last I saw him... I was aprehensive about going but now that I have bought the ticket I am strangely calm about it. Just anxious to see the kids... Renée said that they are going to Virginia Beach for the weekend so that is something to look forward to... I am a bit of a snob about my beaches so I dunno if I will be impressed (I am from the thirrd worls we have nothing... but we know good beaches) but I am excited to go with the twins... they love the outdoors so I know that this weekend will be really exciting for them ergo me. I am really looking forward to it... Dunno how little Nic is gonna handle the sun but we will see. Kinda wish I had been a little more dedicated to working out the last couple weeks as my sister reminded me to pack a swim suit... but hey last I was there I read that Virginians were getting fatter at the fastest rate in the country so I am sure there will be worse to see on the beach... I don't know why this is supposed to be a good thing... My sister has scheduled a hair appointment and a family portrait around my visit.. well more like into my visit.. the things that she needs to wait on my arrival to do but I love that she actually gets out when I am around. although she did tell me this wekend that she  managed to go to the supermarket  with the three kids (aged 2 or youngeer) and she was excited...but let's face it a hair appointment it a bit more of a comittement... so that is my week and I am excited about it. I sm sure I will have stories when I return. Hey Happy Birthday to all relevant parties. ;) &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/12854184-111699527296129574?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/111699527296129574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=111699527296129574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/111699527296129574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/111699527296129574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2005/05/taking-vacation-from-well-that-is-not.html' title='taking a vacation from... well that is not really the point here...'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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-12854184.post-111665315172426126</id><published>2005-05-21T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T01:36:00.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shark Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well this is intresting... I am staying on Andrea's couch for a couple nights because Annika's family is here and I said that they could stay in my room... Which is fine I have stayed on Andrea's couch before so I don't really care I can, in fact, sleep anywhere... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning... maybe it was afternoon in fact I am not sure if Judging Amy was on yet... well anyway Sandra comes in and has a patient in 15 minutes she says something about some one needing to cut shark for her... Andrea assuming that she was just hungry offered to make her a sandwich which Sandra refused insisting that she wanted shark... her shark... her uncooked Icelandic shark... I voulnteered to cut it since she was in a rush but she said no because she didn't want my hands to smell like fish... (this should have been hint number one) I said okay and went back to eating my breakfast... It then occured to me that if she had a patient maybe the patient would not be to thrilled if their intern smelt like fish so I once again offered my services making this point and Sandra agreed. I figured I was not in a rush and could just take my time and wash my hands while she rushed off to save the world... At this point she grabbed a plastic bag out of the freezer and Andrea instruced me to finish my breakfast first and opened the window in the living room.. this wasn't a hint for me... it should have been the second hint for me ... but it wasn't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay so I know fish... I too am from an island... I know that fish can have a strong... distinctive scent... but this I was not prepared for... I don't know what I thought fish that was burried, packed in a plastic bag, trasported,&lt;em&gt; illegially I can only assume,&lt;/em&gt; via airplane into the states, where it was placed in a freezer.... 4 months ago is supposed to smell like... but &lt;strong&gt;NOW &lt;/strong&gt;I know.... no really it is one in the morning the next day and my hands&lt;u&gt; still smell...&lt;/u&gt; I have washed... and washed, and my hands still smell. I feel like I have OCD because I keep washing my hands... Andrea offered amputation... I am begining to consider it.... no wonder people take a shot of putrid alcohol before drinking this pungent delicacy. I didn't try it... at this point in my life I doubt I will ever try it or even eat fish again for that matter....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Considering the content of my post this far it is a bit of a paradox that I put off showering today even though it was because I wanted to work out... but what can I say I am a creature of incongruity... but I managed to... Work out that is I am on my way to shower now... yes at one in the morning... Drank this afternoon with Andrea because her last final was today... took a nap on her couch and then came back here to work out... there is a funny story about my walking on my hands and nearly breaking my ankle... well I guess it was falling into my closet that nearly broke my ankle not so much the walking on my hands... so that put me out of comission for a fer days... my brusies where too swollen for me to wear shoes so it put a bit of a crimp in my plans... but I managed to get them on today yippie! not a great fit but whatever... still detirmined to walk on my hands but maybe in a venue with more space to fall safely next time.... I am off to shower now... back to the scrubbing with my hands... thank God I stopped sucking my thumb when I was a kid or else today would have been a really long day... as it was it was just an intresting look into the life of people with OCD... &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/12854184-111665315172426126?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/111665315172426126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=111665315172426126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/111665315172426126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/111665315172426126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2005/05/shark-tales.html' title='Shark Tales'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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-12854184.post-111626440828763309</id><published>2005-05-16T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T00:49:07.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I may not ba a good person...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So like a good Catholic I went to Mass Sunday... Actually got there early so I took my seat in the back in the corner, the one I like. So a little way into the service an elderly couple sits next to me... not that there aren't any other seats around but I guess that they like my spot too... I got there first... yeah uncharitable I know... so not only are they next to me but they insist on talking throughout Mass... I mean the entire Mass. I lie.... they paused for the consecration... Really annoying... and he smelled... kinda like old people do and kinda like alcohol... now I have been to Mass hung over... several times in fact but not to my knowledge ever &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; drunk...  but they just kept chatting... not even in English so I could evesdrop... Which ironically was probably some part of  my annoyance....  honestly I just wanted to turn to them and ask them if they were (expletive) serious... but I didn't I just sat as close to the wall as I could as to avoid the stench and mumbled under my breath... Passive agressiveness rules... then I just walked out after communion... I didn't want to walk past them again to retake my seat and I was really, really pissed... who in the heck goes to Church and leaves pissed off? At old people!... so much for forgiveness I guess... and I even shook their hand when it was time... &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/12854184-111626440828763309?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/111626440828763309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=111626440828763309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/111626440828763309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/111626440828763309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-may-not-ba-good-person.html' title='I may not ba a good person...'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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-12854184.post-111618152172872756</id><published>2005-05-15T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T14:25:21.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I spent my Saturday helping Ken re-do his office... If you stop by and see it say how nice it looks... I am serious about that we were here for ten hours yesterday moving and painting... but it is done. I like it. Now I just glance up to see the tv... I dunno if this is going to increase productivity.&lt;br /&gt;My Mom came up on Friday as advertised... came up late so we actually did not spend that much time together but I think that she just wanted a break from the city... My room overlooks the sound and she loves the water so I knew she would like. She did. =)&lt;br /&gt;My room... Well it is small. Not that  small. I guess but it doesn't help that my considerable stuff is in there with Hildur's considerable stuff... still in the midst of setting up but Hildur thinks that  it is taking shape... she also thinks that it is cooler than my last room but we both agree that could be because of the large tv =).&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of tv.... watched a movie on it last night "Closer"... I have been wanting to see this movie for a while now. The cast seemed tremedous but I dunno I am a fan of Jude Law... I am trying to be a fan of Mr. Law but his last two movies have me wondering serioulsy why Sean Penn jumped up to defend him at the Academy Awards.... Uh... What the hell was that?. I think that Hildur and I kept watching because we needed closure and hoped that it would get better. I guess we should have abandoned ship early on but we didn't... two hours of my life I am not getting back.  Eh I won't ruin it for anyone... the movie will do that itself I think. To be fair Julia Roberts and Natile Portman are two actors work who I respect greatly as well so I am not blaming good old Jude. But Usually if you watch a bad movie with someone easy on the eyes at least at the end you are like... "well he made it worth it"... he didn't no fault of his own but he did not. I just didn't get the movie I guess.  If someone want to explain please feel free. &lt;br /&gt;Worst part  was we had bought Ice cream to eat as we watched the movie and we were too upset to even eat during the movie it is still in the freezer.... plus at the end of it we were too wired to sleep so we put on ER to go to sleep to because we were so upset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess I get to look forward to Star Wars now.... and Madagascar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because my room is getting set up I feel more settled now so I am ready to start on my summer projects like the media guides and stuff... so I may spend the rest of the day doing that... Untill Desperate Houswives and Gray's Anatomy ;)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope that your Saturday was a bit more fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12854184-111618152172872756?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/111618152172872756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=111618152172872756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/111618152172872756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/111618152172872756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2005/05/saturday-recap.html' title='Saturday Recap'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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-12854184.post-111602615035553738</id><published>2005-05-13T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T19:15:50.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My $h# %</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When the owner of one's stuff starts refering to it with expletives there may be a problem...  The brown van is filled.. Ms. Jackson walked by and gave me the look that I got the entire three days that I was packing the "Damn girl you have alot of stuff... good luck with the move" look... sad reality this isn't even half my stuff.. And no Lilja your tv wasn't even there... well the van is packed so I am on my way to clutter the room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12854184-111602615035553738?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/111602615035553738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=111602615035553738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/111602615035553738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/111602615035553738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-h.html' title='My $h# %'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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-12854184.post-111602577471025075</id><published>2005-05-13T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T19:11:57.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What month is it anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is strange to me that in the middle of May I am sitting at Seaside Park watching a UB athletic event wondering why I did not put more clothes on… Didn’t I do this in November?!&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit of a “window day” as it was sunny but not above 16ºC… wind chill not included. I needed sunglasses because of the glare and more clothes because of the cold… this paradox still baffles me… I know that it should not but it does. At least in soccer my eyes don’t sting from the dirt afterwards… then again at the end of soccer season I can’t feel any part of my face after a game…&lt;br /&gt;Softball hosted the two-team ECAC Championship today. A best of three series was won in two by the Purple and White. And good thing too game three was scheduled for tomorrow. I don’t think that anyone, except maybe the (Teikyo) Post University team who just ended their season by losing their last six games, was upset by the sweep. You can refer to the UB athletics website if you want details about the games… good games though.&lt;br /&gt;So logically because I got a room last night, I promptly slept on my friends couch. Granted the fact that three women had just split two bottles of wine factored into the decision to sleep where I lay it was a good night. Carter only has one episode on ER left…&lt;br /&gt;The room looks small… the fact that I am saying this when all I have in the room are sheets and a toothbrush concerns me… a lot. Still waiting on my fire…&lt;br /&gt;My Mom has wanted to visit me for a while. So she is coming up tonight. I figure I will have her up while my room is still clean… or at least the mess is excused… &lt;br /&gt;Andrea inspired me yesterday… she ran like 5 miles and lived to tell about it… It’s getting warm and sunny… getting the urge to work out again… damn… It is the time of year when I try to burn off the fat and replace the muscle I have lost during the rest of the year… Am I too old for this shit yet? Getting the urge to play too… this is a source of particular concern for me as at this point in my life playing could kill me… I mean playing at any point in my life could have resulted in death but it seems like an increased risk now… I don’t know why.&lt;br /&gt;But alas the urge remains… so I guess I do know what month it is after 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/12854184-111602577471025075?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/111602577471025075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=111602577471025075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/111602577471025075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/111602577471025075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-month-is-it-anyway.html' title='What month is it anyway?'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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-12854184.post-111593554200213193</id><published>2005-05-12T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T18:09:33.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well at the end of a couple of stressful days I finally have I room... So now I can with some peace continue my rambling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well dinner went well... I think after all that I ended up eating yesterday I may be done for a few days... Or months. Good food tho... I love eating on the street and because of time contraits we were forced to do that in between stores on Wednesday sish kababs on hot dog roll.. a wonderful example of the melting pot that is the United States.... but to be honest I would have prefered pita bread.... then we got one of the best wraps that I had ever had (avacado obsession continues)... well three but we each ate one... none of us could finish it it one sitting so I think it was like two meals or something...and then I took my Mom out for a Thai dinner.... An hour of Alias... and then dessert in the dinner on the corner from my sister's dorm... who the hell eats a loaded brownie (i.e. ice cream whipped cream and choclate syrup) and a large milkshake at 10:30 at night?... well I did and it was good... in my defense I didn't finish the browine... but I don't think that my pancereas has stopped producing insulin as yet.... My goal here is just to be able to see my feet when I turn 40.... This coming from a nutrition master's student ...(cough) still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I guess tonight I start moving in... less stressful than moving out really. Just make the bed to start off with and let everything else find it's own place... this could be why my room is always a mess.... hmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I once discussed with somone the fact that during the course of most people's lives they need a fire at some point just to get rid of the stuff that they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; don't need... I am weak... I think I am in need of my fire soon. I keep trowing stuff away and I still don't seem to make any headway. I feel kinda bad about moving my stuff, and the stuff of my friends, out of the gym my boss was just getting used to the big screen tv in the office... but I think that at some level he is happy that I have a place now. Or at least a place for my stuff although probably not so much the tv which isn't mine...&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/12854184-111593554200213193?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/111593554200213193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=111593554200213193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/111593554200213193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/111593554200213193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2005/05/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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-12854184.post-111593315579405008</id><published>2005-05-11T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T18:15:21.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Background</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I guess it finally came to this... misguided yes but whatever. I don't really know who will read this... actually I am lying I know exactly who will read this... all three of you. :) Reality is that my life is not all that intersting but I like to think that it is.... Hmm maybe not even that.Well here goes...Misguided comment... well I am Trinidadian... the blog address is in Icelandic explainiation to follow but let's face it it is a bit messed up...At the end of a long semster... which was longer for some that others, I have finally finished packing my room... goodness knows how I have this much crap... can I use expletives here? Yeah coming from the third world you you think, firstly how do I have acess to a computer?... and secondly how the hell doI have so much stuff?... I oft ask myself the same questions.Well I am currently in New York staying with my Serbian friend and was, until a few hours ago, following two Icelandics around shopping... some may say that I am a glutton for pain but it is like an olympic sport with these people and quite entertaining to watch. I recomend it for anyone who has the chance. Which is difficult because with a population of just over a quarter million on an earth with a population of over six billion your chances of running into one is rare... well maybe not, I am Trindadian and it would seem that I would be unlikely, coming from a small tropical island, to ever meet anyone from the country with the northernmost capatial in the world ... but I did, and quite a few and let me tell you, with some bias, and no intention of a pun that they are the coolest people... actuallty the pun may have been intentional. Tribute to them my address is in their language... tribute to my niece and nephews that my name is what the oldest two call me... I have a three syllable name... some battles aren't worth fighting... plus the oldest, twins, are only two...Well off to a belated Mother's day dinner with my Mom and overly stressed out younger sister. &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/12854184-111593315579405008?l=threnningin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/feeds/111593315579405008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12854184&amp;postID=111593315579405008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/111593315579405008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12854184/posts/default/111593315579405008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threnningin.blogspot.com/2005/05/background.html' title='Background'/><author><name>Trin mín</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18115082351759009138</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>
