<?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-6387412</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:49:11.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Karrie's Blog: Rolling With the Punches!</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a fairly family oriented blog of my daily quandries.  Let's just say I will keep it at least PG-13!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387412.post-112070789160942864</id><published>2005-07-06T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:44:51.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Has Passed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I just talked to a friend and realized that this BLOG still existed and it has been o so long since I have written anything. I have great news to anyone who actually reads this thing. I have a teaching contract with the Hamilton Wentworth Board of Education!! July 6th and I have a job already. It is truly exciting...yeehaw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The summer is going well but fast. I love my position with the city, my boss, and my staff are great. In the first three days there was a car accident, a broken-into box, a flat tire, an irate parent, an unfortunate circumstance with one of my staff, someone quitting and me convincing them not to, and for goodness sakes does anyone have glue!?! But I still love it and as long as I don't have to go to the hospital (knock on wood) I am happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I will try to blog more frequently...post a comment if you are actually reading this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ciao Amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-112070789160942864?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/112070789160942864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=112070789160942864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/112070789160942864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/112070789160942864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2005/07/year-has-passed.html' title='A Year Has Passed'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-109375792725407699</id><published>2004-08-29T01:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T01:38:47.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working 8am - Midnight</title><content type='html'>Yes I was a madwoman.  I spent the summer working two full-time jobs.  So no, I have not fallen off the face of the earth.  I am not sure if it was worth it.  Ask me in a few weeks!  I learned what it feels like to be a workaholic though.  There is a sort of high to it sometimes.  A feeling of accomplishment if you will.  Then exhaustion hits, total burnout, and uhh waking up not knowing what time it is thinking you are late for work and it is 8pm not 8am.  It has been an interesting summer to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school in 3 days.  Yes Teacher's College here I come!  Look out.  Still going to try and work full-time but we shall see how that goes.  If anyone out there still reads this (though I have not been a faithful blogger) leave me a comment or be in touch as I do want to see people and start writing more regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Blogger Dudes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-109375792725407699?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/109375792725407699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=109375792725407699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/109375792725407699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/109375792725407699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/08/working-8am-midnight.html' title='Working 8am - Midnight'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-109219398961639862</id><published>2004-08-10T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T23:13:09.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleeting Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Some say time flies when you are having fun.  I think that is a feeble explanation.  Time is flying no matter what.  The busier you are the more you may feel as though life is passing you by, especially if you are working a ridiculous amount as I am.  I have come to realize however that whether happy or sad, working hard or merely roaming about without much purpose, time is still passing at the same rate.  The moment is gone - never to return.  The past isn't, and the future is present as soon as you bring it into consciousness.  My life is flying by though I recall a time when I thought it was crawling.  That is no longer, I have only now.  I am in present form what matters.  The future is now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-109219398961639862?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/109219398961639862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=109219398961639862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/109219398961639862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/109219398961639862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/08/fleeting-time.html' title='Fleeting Time'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-108830949953632200</id><published>2004-06-27T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T00:11:39.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To My Flag</title><content type='html'>Here's to England and there exceptional effort.  Penalty shots is no way to lost a match.  Here's to Neville, and to Rooney with his sore foot, he is still a hero to me.  Down with rude Portugal fans that rip my flag off my car.  Respect people's property people! I am peeved.  All I can say now is go Netherlands!  Frigin shoot outs suck though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way vote next week!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-108830949953632200?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/108830949953632200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=108830949953632200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/108830949953632200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/108830949953632200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/06/ode-to-my-flag.html' title='Ode To My Flag'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-108667303267149124</id><published>2004-06-08T01:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T01:37:12.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey Night in Dundas</title><content type='html'>I am sad that the Flames lost but that is the life of a sports team.  Maybe if they played the last period like they played the last few minutes then they would have won!  Wasting power plays is not how you win a hockey game.  It would have been nice to see a Canadian team win the cup with the impending lockout just around the corner.  Then Canada would have got the cup for two years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some new opinions that are not hockey related:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Shrek 2 = not that funny so don't waste your money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Most of the top contendors in American Idol cannot sing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Customers that eat 3/4 of their steak and all their fries cannot then complain that it was not cooked to their liking and expect a free meal.  (There is a pompous ass of a golfer that always gets his meals free because he whines - then I make no money).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am falling asleep writing this, therefore I bid you adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-108667303267149124?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/108667303267149124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=108667303267149124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/108667303267149124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/108667303267149124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/06/hockey-night-in-dundas.html' title='Hockey Night in Dundas'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-108632204692241949</id><published>2004-06-03T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T00:07:26.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Years of My Life?</title><content type='html'>People say enjoy being young.  Have fun while you can.  Well... If working two jobs to attempt to pay off debt, and upcoming tuition is what I do in my prime then I hope the best is still yet to come!  Honestly though, I am enjoying work so far. I am programming for a free summer rec program for a low-income housing complex in the north end of Hamilton.  Sometimes it seems like life is on hold though until I can make enough money to be independent.  I am not sure I like that idea but I guess it is neceassary.  So I am sorry if I am busy this summer buy I would rather work then sit at home!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-108632204692241949?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/108632204692241949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=108632204692241949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/108632204692241949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/108632204692241949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/06/best-years-of-my-life.html' title='The Best Years of My Life?'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-108465878334750820</id><published>2004-05-15T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T00:08:49.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from the black hole I call by brain...</title><content type='html'>It has been a tiresome week.  Lots of issues from the past creeping up, topped up with some circumstantial and financial inconveniences is almost enough to make me scream.  Yet I don't.  I am calm as life goes on.  Next week I will be working two full-time jobs.  It is going to be hectic for a while until hours get sorted out and and the high school kids are available more.  So please forgive me if I seem to fall off the face of the earth for a few weeks.  But think of me and pray for strength, health, sleep, and endurance (oh and some sort of recreation in my life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are difficult at home but I have come to accept that. Maybe I shouldn't but what choice do I have? The only one I have control over is me. I am far from perfect but I take itsy bitsy strides towards improving whether my family sees it or not. I love them and am thankful for the opportunities they have provided for me, and hopefully they will come to see me as somewhat of a success and as a person who has goals, dreams, and something to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was sitting in my car this week in the rain, just listening to it (and some Dave Matthews...there is nothing like a little Dave in the rain) I started composing a few sentences.  This is what I wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sometimes my faith seems scarce and seemingly nonexistent.  Then comes the rain.  The rain makes me think that God is crying.  As God's heart breaks, the deluge begins splattering all my sin and the sin of others.  Yet there is hope.  My windshield wipers remind me of God's infinite forgiveness.  Just as they monotonously perform the same task,God repeatedly and consistently forgives me without fail.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all and maybe it sounds juvenile or silly to some but it comforted me so I decided to share.  Sharing is a good lesson.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-108465878334750820?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/108465878334750820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=108465878334750820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/108465878334750820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/108465878334750820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/05/thoughts-from-black-hole-i-call-by.html' title='Thoughts from the black hole I call by brain...'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-108442405163249240</id><published>2004-05-13T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T00:54:11.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway House</title><content type='html'>OK People I work at a Golf Course and the "Halfway House" is a snack bar affiliated with the clubhouse (meaning I am permitted to sell alcohol and tobacco products)and I am not volunteering in a prison or anything of the sort. Nevertheless it is boring and I feel trapped in that area of the golf course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a rough week.  Lesson #1 do not order anything through ebay.  #2, hot chocolate on your laptop equals bye bye typing and hello big bill.  And #3 (not really a lesson), you have to be good looking to win survivor!  Notice the top two!  What are the odds.  Like Big Tom or Sue had a chance!  I think that it should have been Cathy and Rupert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, WWF is nothing but a soap opera for guys.  But I have been forced to watch it twice now.  And for all you Canucks out there stop whining about the Leafs.  GO FLAMES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-108442405163249240?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/108442405163249240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=108442405163249240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/108442405163249240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/108442405163249240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/05/halfway-house.html' title='Halfway House'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-108408238112303175</id><published>2004-05-09T01:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T02:04:28.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Fun</title><content type='html'>This BLOG is all in good fun and it seems that is sucks now that the comments area is gone.  Someone really needs to help me fix it.  I hope that I am not offensive to anyone in my stupidity.  By the way I choose Jude Law for my bachelor poll!  In my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for updates...&lt;br /&gt;-I went to a Fantasia Party (if you do not know what that is then maybe find out!)&lt;br /&gt;-I am working like a maddog&lt;br /&gt;-Got a new job for the city as a supervisor and start May 17&lt;br /&gt;-My cousin who is the same age as me is getting married in 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;-Tomorrow is the dreaded mother's day at the club&lt;br /&gt;-I like tequila, and shark...oh and I tried lobster&lt;br /&gt;-Do not order nachos at Boston Pizza (they have pizza in the name for a reason)&lt;br /&gt;-I missed who got kicked off of survivor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-108408238112303175?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/108408238112303175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=108408238112303175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/108408238112303175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/108408238112303175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/05/for-fun.html' title='For Fun'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-108313517983447394</id><published>2004-04-28T02:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T02:57:14.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Granola and Beer</title><content type='html'>Why is it that beer always makes me want granola bars when I get home.  Perhaps it is easy and quick and now I can go to sleep as I am no longer starving!  Tonight was great.  That is all I have to say.  Ahhh yes, a few pints and some good times.  I seem to work a lot lately and have more and more on the go so it is nice to chill out.  If you want more info then perhaps you should ask or stay tuned.  Cause I am out for the count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-108313517983447394?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/108313517983447394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=108313517983447394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/108313517983447394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/108313517983447394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/04/granola-and-beer.html' title='Granola and Beer'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-108295711961741107</id><published>2004-04-26T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T01:29:32.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Your Greens</title><content type='html'>Wow I have not written in almost a month.  I am now at 1:15am deciding to write.  I am running on 2.5 hours of sleep two nights ago, a decent sleep last night, and uhh I have to get up in a litte less than five hours.  So the logic behind this BLOG is severely lacking.  By the way I changed my template and lost my comments section so if anyone wants to help me out with that give me an email because I do not know what the crap I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this article earlier that said eating your nose boogies was good for you.  Apparently your nose filters bacteria amongst other things and people that eat their crispy goodies have a better sense of the inner and outer workings of their body, and these tasty treats act as medicine.  So that is why mother always says eat your greens!  Sorry I am disguisting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I should go to bed but I will do my best to remodel this shameful blog (Philmont, Steve....HELP) and keep my local chums informed.  Tomorrow I am cleaning a house.  No comments please.  Oh and always remember to buckle up in parking lots!  That is another story...perhaps a future blog worthy tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-108295711961741107?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/108295711961741107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=108295711961741107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/108295711961741107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/108295711961741107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/04/eat-your-greens.html' title='Eat Your Greens'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-108088084570654103</id><published>2004-04-01T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T00:31:28.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools</title><content type='html'>Man I totally missed out on some serious April Foolsin.  I did not even realize it was April Fools.  Oh well.  On a super duper not joking in the slightest note, I got in to Brock University for Teacher's College on early acceptance.  Yahoo for me.  I am going back to school and I am not making drinks ;)  Well at least not in class!  So I am stuck at a crappy job for a while but then I get to go do something meaningful.  Thanks for everyone who was praying for me, that means a lot.  I guess that getting good marks finally paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and here is joke for ya'll.  I hope nobody is from the Maratimes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did the Newfy write TGIF on his shoes??&lt;br /&gt;Toes go in first!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now lets get serious.  For all of you out there who are just dying to graduate and get out of school, enjoy it while you can.  Once you are done you feel so out of touch with everyone.  I feel like I never really partied or had fun much while I was in school and I missed out because now there is no one to party with!  I mean I work Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights more often than not and yep there goes my weekend.  I mean even my friends that work have a 8-4 job and have evenings off.  So please people enjoy life, be young, drink pepsi (or coke for those who prefer it).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, has anyone out there actually "dated" in the sense that they just went on random dates with different people.  Well I am 23 and have not ever done that until this year.  It is a weird phenomenon let me tell you.  I mean when you are used to liking someone or having someone like you and then just going for it, it is totally different then just going on dates and having no idea how to act.  I am so stressed....lol.  Eek I just used *lol* and I hate that.  I take it back...delete delete.  Look at how I write in these things...and I am going to teacher's college.  Egad am I in trouble.  One year out of school and my IQ is on a downward spiral.  I would like an IQ bell curve.  ANYWAY...let's take a poll here of the which eligible bachelor Karrie should choose (by the way these may or may not be ficticious characters).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACHELOR #1 - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The guy from highschool.  We dated then and are still great buddies and are totally comfortable with each other.  We always flirt and there is some definite uhh sexual tension if you will (PG of course), but we have some differing beliefs.  We have similar values and interests but it is doubtful that there are long-term prospects.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACHELOR #2 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totally fun-loving, smart, crazy guy that makes me laugh.  He is very busy so it is hard to tell what he is thinking.  We have a lot in common but he seems to have trouble expressing himself and uses comedy as an outlet.  With a breakthrough there could be something there but have not known him that long.  Would love to explore potential but he is going to Medical school so may not want to get involved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACHELOR #3 - &lt;em&gt;Jude Law.  Enough said.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACHELOR #4 - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blind date guy.  OK not really, lets just say we talked first.  Met on the uhh internet.  Shhh, like you haven't done it.  He is a Christian at least ;)  Has a fancy suped up truck and an awesome job in Robotics.  Not sure if there is anything there.  Only a recent phenomenon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACHELOR #5 - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Male.  35+, 3 kids and divorced once!  Rich engineer, who likes to buy girls drinks.  Awesome Scottish accent.  Hah you think I am making this up!  If I wanted to he would be all over me...I attract the old guys it is so true but how about someone suitable...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, I should get more female friends.  Less confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-108088084570654103?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/108088084570654103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=108088084570654103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/108088084570654103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/108088084570654103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fools'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-108066848759594835</id><published>2004-03-30T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T12:45:03.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>Been a long time.  I guess that life passes you by sometimes and it seems like a blur.  I try not to let that happen, I want to live in the moment and not for the future.  You never know if there is going to be a tomorrow yet I find myself wrapped up in future plans.  Will I get into teacher's college? Will I get a job with the City again this summer?  Should I apply for bartending jobs since I got 95% in both my courses (yes I have bragging rights)?  But then I think that I should live for each day one day at a time.  I think that if you make too many plans, you are setting yourself up for disappointment.  I think that we should have goals, but we should not be afraid to change goals as necessary.  For instance I was planning on rollerblading today but it is frigin raining so I was disappointed, BUT if I said that the next nice day I would go rollerblading then I would have achieved my goal.  It is my own fault I washed my car yesterday!  So as you can see I do not have too much to say and I am talking out of my ass.  I have a date tomorrow night with a fellow that I have never met.  Hmmm....that is all I will say for now.  Wish me luck.  I am getting a zit too...nice timing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-108066848759594835?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/108066848759594835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=108066848759594835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/108066848759594835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/108066848759594835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/03/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-107819531198355943</id><published>2004-03-01T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T21:44:48.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell of Rain</title><content type='html'>Its Monday and those February/March blahs are definetly starting to kick in for me.  The key for me is to try and stay positive though lately it seems as though I don't have much in my life.  A dead end job, and friends that seem distant and busy with their own lives.  I never see anyone or do much of anything anymore.  I have been noticing the simple things though, the things that in the hustle and bustle most people miss.  I love the smell of rain, like the morning dew when the worms come out to play.  I am not sure what it is but there is something very emotional about that.  I would say "romantic" but that would mean I have someone to be romantic with, and uh well anyway... Here's hoping!  &lt;br /&gt;I ask for those that have time to say a little prayer for me, that I would not succumb to my depressive tendencies, and that God's plan would come into focus.  Whether I go to teacher's college, or start a new career, or date a special someone.  Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers over the next month.  I know that I do not ask this often but it is a extrememly difficult time.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-107819531198355943?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/107819531198355943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=107819531198355943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107819531198355943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107819531198355943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/03/smell-of-rain.html' title='Smell of Rain'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-107778058541878963</id><published>2004-02-26T02:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T02:32:35.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been almost a week and no blog...</title><content type='html'>As I look back on what exactly it is I do with my time, I realize now that I am no longer a "student" I don't do a hec of a lot outside of work.  There is nothing to procrastinate about (I miss that), and I sleep during odd hours (OK that is normal), and I say things like, "when I have more time - like in the summer I want to ________ (fill in blank)."  Then I think hmm in the summer I will hopefully have two jobs and no free time so therefore I make no sense.  See one year without proper schooling and one's logic goes out the window!  Basically I watch too much reality TV now when I never went watched much when I was in school.  OK I don't watch that much, it just seems like I am no longer productive.  I am taking a martini course now though, and I also got to taste many premium lagers!  Ahh education that is useful at last!  I really do not have much to banter about but here is my top ten hoorahs about the week...&lt;br /&gt;1. There is hope that one day I will be able to purchase a dwelling...if what I hear is true there will be no more down payments.&lt;br /&gt;2. It's getting warmer.&lt;br /&gt;3. My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard - hey I make a damn good one at work!&lt;br /&gt;4. There is only 6 more weeks approx. of curling and the golf season begins.&lt;br /&gt;5. It's getting warmer!&lt;br /&gt;6. I saw Cold Mountain and it was really amazing (but sad).&lt;br /&gt;7. I love Strongbad emails.&lt;br /&gt;8. I think Joel can come out to play soon as he has spent way too much time in the library.&lt;br /&gt;9. I passed of pork as chicken at work and no one that ate it noticed.  I hope none of them keep kosher.&lt;br /&gt;10. You guess it - it's getting warmer!! (think I jinxed it?)&lt;br /&gt;OK YEP so this week is has been pretty dull.  &lt;br /&gt;MEOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-107778058541878963?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/107778058541878963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=107778058541878963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107778058541878963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107778058541878963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/02/its-been-almost-week-and-no-blog.html' title='Its been almost a week and no blog...'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-107717332881722578</id><published>2004-02-19T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T01:51:29.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Lisa Beamer on Good Morning America - If you remember, she's the wife of Todd Beamer who said "Let's Roll!" and helped take down the plane that was heading for Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said it's the little things that she misses most about Todd, such as hearing the garage door open as he came home, and her children running to meet him. She's now the Mom of a beautiful little girl, Mary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa recalled this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband died suddenly of a heart attack. About a week after his death, she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students. As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over, she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a gentle look of reflection on her face, she paused and said, "Class is over. I would like to share with all of you, a thought that is unrelated to class, but which I feel is very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Each of us is put here on earth to learn, share, love, appreciate and give of ourselves. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end. It can be taken away at any moment. Perhaps this is the Powers way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes beginning to water, she went on, "So I would like you all to make me a promise. From now on, on your way to school, or on your way home, find something beautiful to notice. It doesn't have to be something you see, it could be a scent, perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house, or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees, or the way the morning light catches one autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please look for these things, and cherish them. For, although it may sound trite to some, these things are the 'stuff' of life. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. The things we often take for granted. We must make it important to notice them, for at anytime it can all be taken away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class was completely quiet. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. That afternoon, I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while, I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us, and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. Go barefoot, or walk on the beach at sunset. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double dip ice cream cone. For as we get older, is not the things we did that we often regret, but the things we didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember, life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-107717332881722578?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/107717332881722578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=107717332881722578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107717332881722578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107717332881722578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/02/lisa-beamer-on-good-morning-america-if.html' title=''/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-107677869493747529</id><published>2004-02-14T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T12:15:01.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Valentine's</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Top 10 Things I want In a Guy: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(this could take a while)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Compatable Christian and ethical beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Goals and drive for life&lt;br /&gt;3.  A love for people and creation&lt;br /&gt;4.  A sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;5.  Willingness to try new things and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;6.  Has to enjoy movies and music (with decent taste)&lt;br /&gt;7.  Likes the simple things in life&lt;br /&gt;8.  Giving and caring (thinks about others somtimes)&lt;br /&gt;9.  Empathic and patient &lt;br /&gt;10.Tall, Dark, and Handsome!!  Heh had to throw that one in there but I am somewhat flexible on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are just a rough guideline...but I thought hey it is Valentines I might as well give it some thought.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey by the way it is also my half birthday today!!  23 and a half baby!  Now that is a reason to celebrate!  But uhh I am working.  Hope everyone has a "romantic" or at least fun day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-107677869493747529?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/107677869493747529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=107677869493747529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107677869493747529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107677869493747529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/02/st-valentines.html' title='St. Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-107664007726567116</id><published>2004-02-12T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T21:43:49.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: Steve's Blog about the Fake and Arrogant</title><content type='html'>Steve and Company...&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree.  Some people just think that they are seriously "da bomb" (sorry I could not think of any other means to say that).  Working at a private club, some people just think they are better than everyone else and constantly build themselves up (and put others down).  The thing is the reason that people act like that is because deep down they are insecure and they know that they are no better that anyone else.  Just remember that and try to be loving.  Oh and it does not hurt to deflate their ego's every once in a while.  As for the false ones, there is not much you can do until they come to the conclusion that they need to "keep it real".  You cannot make people change, only God can ultimately, though give 'em a reality check every once in a while.  Like remind them they live on planet earth and they are not fooling anyone!  So I just live by being quirky messed up me, and do not really care what people think as long as I am being true to me...hmmm maybe I will post this as I just rambled on for a while.  Anyway man, I like you for you and pick my friends carefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-107664007726567116?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/107664007726567116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=107664007726567116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107664007726567116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107664007726567116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/02/re-steves-blog-about-fake-and-arrogant.html' title='Re: Steve&apos;s Blog about the Fake and Arrogant'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-107663936791043158</id><published>2004-02-12T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T21:33:17.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Painted Nails and Swanky Scarves!</title><content type='html'>Hello all of you in BLOGGER SPACE!  As you all know I am working at the golf club in Dundas and there are strict rules there as far as dress etc.  Well, I painted my nails last night navy blue with white tips (some of you have seen this fancyness before - on my toes in the summer especially) and I am not taking it off before work tomorrow so I may get in big trouble!  I will just hide my hands around certain people (this may be hard as I serve food).  Yes I am a big rebel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also becoming quite the avid knitter.  I am enjoying it very much.  My grandmother will be so proud!  Today was also golf lesson #2.  It proved a little more frustrating than the first but I am like it so far.  The thing is I like to be good at things so this will no doubt try my patience a little.  It will be good for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok what is it with guys from the internet wanting to meet me?  I mean I never initiate contact with them, they somehow find me and want to meet me.  I just do not know.  Many of them are Christian too but is it really the way to meet someone.  It just seems to unnatural.  Should I engage in the coffee dates?  I have done it 2x before and the first one was good but he lives in Unionville and just not sure there was a spark.  Guy number two seems to really like me, but I just do not feel the same way.  I think that I like to meet people the old fashioned way!  I think I am going out with bartending class guy again on Sunday (well we are "studying" for our exam and watching movies).  We shall see how that goes.  I like not having to be too serious about things for once...that just leads to disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know how to put pictures on your blog?  Philmont I will come visit Redeemer soon and we can finish my computer education k!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well that is all for a while as I am working like crazy all weekend...yep Happy Valentines to me.  Did you know that Valentines is my half birthday.  That is a reason to celebrate indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-107663936791043158?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/107663936791043158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=107663936791043158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107663936791043158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107663936791043158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/02/painted-nails-and-swanky-scarves.html' title='Painted Nails and Swanky Scarves!'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-107630829551533334</id><published>2004-02-09T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T01:34:02.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1:15am - bedtime thoughts</title><content type='html'>Time to be thankful.  I am thankful that I have a job, a warm bed, a few friends, and yes parents who love me (sometimes too much it seems).  I am thankful for things to do, a car to drive, my creative abilities, and a dog named Angus.  I am thankful that I am breathing now, that my heart beats on, and my strength as a human being grows.  I am thankful for each unique star in the sky, for the plants and wildlife, and the intricate structure of the universe that everyone takes for granted.  The universe continues with an ebb and flow that is uncomprehensible.  The simple cell is so complex.  Remember that God knows the details.  He cares for us so much he knows how many hairs are on our heads.  God has a plan.  Let that be a comfort.  To everyone out there that is struggling know that God cares and reach out, there is always help.  Let Valentines not be a depressing time that segregates the happy couples, but love everyone and share God's love as it matters most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-107630829551533334?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/107630829551533334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=107630829551533334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107630829551533334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107630829551533334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/02/115am-bedtime-thoughts.html' title='1:15am - bedtime thoughts'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-107629984577614005</id><published>2004-02-08T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T23:13:12.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelieorific</title><content type='html'>I watched the movie Amelie tonight and I must say I was totally enthralled by it.  I loved everything about it.  I meant to see it oh a year and a half ago but better late than never.  If you have not seen it, it definetly makes my top 10 list.  I watched it in the weirdest place.  My friend Joel from bartending class works at a lab at Henderson and we watched it in his work room on a computer.  I got to see cells from an umbilical cord that are being tested with chemo drugs under a microscope!  Next time I take my own blood and look at it....heh heh.  Yes at least I got to see him tonight, I got the shaft last night as he and his friends went to Quarters (MAC bar) and there is 1:1 Mac student/not student ratio and there were not people to cover me so I stayed home :(  I attempted to watch Once Upon a Time in Mexico (I mean Johnny Depp and Antonio Banderas in the same film, what more could a girl want) but not that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked a crazy eleven hour shift on Friday and then I worked 9 hours on Satuday (supposed to be off too!) so that is what my days have consisted of.  Tomorrow is my second last bartending class, and I have a test.  UhOH Karrie better get to studying!  Not too difficult material though.  Uhh Rum and Gin!  Nice test huh!  Yay for school!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I have nothing to say tonight so be good ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-107629984577614005?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/107629984577614005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=107629984577614005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107629984577614005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107629984577614005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/02/amelieorific.html' title='Amelieorific'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-107599175864310113</id><published>2004-02-05T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T09:38:19.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Morning...</title><content type='html'>Today is a good day.  It is PAY DAY yahoo!  Besides that I get to make a complete ass out of myself today.  Can I use the word ass in my blog? Oh well, too late and now I used it twice.  How will I make a complete you-know-what out of myself you ask?  I am going for a golf lesson at the club.  Hey I might as well take advantage.  It should prove rather hilarious though.  Hmmm, other than that not too much to day.  Burger King had some new spicy fries and spicy chicken sandwich that are awesome!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned something the other day.  I was really upset about the way someone at work treated me and I got the balls to go and talk to my boss about it, and everything is so much better now and she actually encouraged me and assured me that I was doing a good job and was not on their list of concerns.  Just goes to show what a little communication can bring.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read the "Strongbad Emails" on homestarrunner.com?  If not read a few of them, they are great.  They are addictive though.  I am working my way through them.  Hey I have other exciting news!! This is HUGE for me!!!!!!!!!  SARAH MCLACHLAN is COMING to TORONTO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I am excited can  you tell!  Yes anyone that wants to go/buy me a ticket (just kidding) just say the word!  It is August 19th and 20th at Molson Ampitheatre, and I think she has a Corel Centre date too.  I have no idea when tickets go on sale but believe me I will let you know when they are (if there are ever any Sarah fans out there).  It is my dream...finally she comes to Canada and I can go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I did not watch the superbowl but I saw a picture of Janet Jackson in the paper and lets just say she looked like a prison hooker.  Yes we are not amused, I mean you can dress provocatively without putting weird decals on your nipple.  She looked like a circus freak.  I think that that nipple ring or whatever it was is bigger than my whole breast.  Enough about that.  I mean enough nipples and more football!  I do not even have an interest in football so that tells you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir Mes Amis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-107599175864310113?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/107599175864310113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=107599175864310113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107599175864310113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107599175864310113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/02/thursday-morning.html' title='Thursday Morning...'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-107578377642785272</id><published>2004-02-02T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T23:51:54.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Write</title><content type='html'>OK so today was AWESOME.  I had a fun bartending class and then had some Bubble Tea (with Vodka) and some dumplings (steamed not fried.....mmm soooo good).  I think that I am going to pretend I am Asian from now on so I can eat Chinese and Vietnamese food and drink Bubble Tea (minus the VOdka and tapioca balls).  Yet the tapioca balls are quite entertaining and are derived from the Yucca plant.  I hear they make a great pudding!  Yes and I did all this galavanting with a strapping young gent who was awesome and even paid for the evening!  Awww it was perfect ;)  I am a giddy schoolgirl!  Alright new topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take the next bartending course so I can learn to make numerous varieties of Martini's!  I am going to work on that one with my boss tomorrow (wish me luck!)  Other than that not too much going on.  On a serious note pray for a young friend of mine that is struggling and is suicidal.  She is only fifteen and is having a really rough time at school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a great talk about sex with my father, yes that is right me and my father in the same room talking about sacred things with no fighting and sincere conversation about S E X!  Wowee it is a revolution folks!  Though I do not want to hear about my parents all in all twas good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I talked to John Knox the other night!  Was fun there Johnny boy!  Howdy to all you Redeemer folk out there!  And goodnight...got too go sleep odd the tapioca 'n vodka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time some more serious philosophising from the insane mind of Karrie.  OH, and do not rent Gigli, they should give me my money back!  And Monster...eww I hate lesbien movies!  Is my Blog still PG-13?  Sorry if I crossed the line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out.  God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-107578377642785272?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/107578377642785272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=107578377642785272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107578377642785272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107578377642785272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/02/long-time-no-write.html' title='Long Time No Write'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-107560407411717977</id><published>2004-01-31T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T21:56:49.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oogachacaa</title><content type='html'>I just wrote a whole post and my broswer messed up and the whole thing got deleted.  I will redo it later.  I am tired from working 27 hours in 3 days!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-107560407411717977?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/107560407411717977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=107560407411717977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107560407411717977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107560407411717977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/01/oogachacaa.html' title='Oogachacaa'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-107523939196110072</id><published>2004-01-27T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T16:40:21.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oy with the Snow Already!</title><content type='html'>OK I think that snow is a novel idea as much as the next Canadian, you know the beauty of the first snowfall, the look of a fresh field, building a snowman, and the way it covers the trees.  I think that the way I feel now is that too much of anything is a bad thing!  I do not want to clean my car off, or shovel the walkway, or spend an entire shift at work with pants that are wet around the bottom.  I do not like snow days (I am probably on my own here) but I like things to flow with functionality, and days like today are just ick.  Maybe it is God’s way of telling the world to slow down and “chill out” so to speak.  Hey you remember that day in the summer with no power?  That was my birthday…one that I will NEVER forget that is for sure.  I guess sometimes we take for granted all that we have in this world.  So take a second and pause and be thankful.  Hey I bet the snowplow people are thankful!  So yes, do enjoy the break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a good deed today.  I cleaned off a coworker’s car for her before she came out…  So go forth do a good deed.  Shovel for someone; play with a child in the snow.  Spread forth God’s love to others.  If you think what would Jesus do in the snow??  Hmm, I know he would not wear sandals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-107523939196110072?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/107523939196110072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=107523939196110072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107523939196110072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107523939196110072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/01/oy-with-snow-already.html' title='Oy with the Snow Already!'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-107517979875378119</id><published>2004-01-26T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T00:05:27.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime Blog</title><content type='html'>OK so I am new with the blog thing and a little over zealous but Steve is teaching me how to program it myself...I am so proud!  Bartending class was fun tonight.  I exchanged emails with the Ancaster boy named Joel *blush* and I made an Amaretto Sour and an original Daiquiri (not the blender kind).  One word of wisdom- do not try anything named a "Bikini", it may sound nice and tropical but woah nelly it is strong.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words of wisdom for bedtime contemplation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Life is too short to fight with people over insignificant things.  I mean a good debate is fun, and people disagree but come on folks stay on the lighter side of life.  Next time you are going to get upset with someone think how important it is first in the scheme of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Do not run across the snow laden streets in front of oncoming vehicles.  I saw a girl wipe out HUGE.  Slippy roads + girl on her ass = well you get the idea!  I guess her mother never told her not to play in the traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Shared happiness is twice the happiness, and shared sorrow is half the sorrow.  The moral is everyone needs somebody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~We are all "TATOR" people.  Some of us are participators, some are spectators, some are imitators, many are humiliators, many are procrastinators, a few are initiators... What are YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all she wrote kids.  Time for me to join the ranks of the sleeping.  Enter Sandman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-107517979875378119?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/107517979875378119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=107517979875378119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107517979875378119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107517979875378119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/01/bedtime-blog.html' title='Bedtime Blog'/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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-6387412.post-107514700574371084</id><published>2004-01-26T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T16:37:02.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ladies and gents.  Hope everyone is surviving the sub-zero weather out there.  Just waiting to hear if my bartending course is still on tonight at Mohawk (Stoney Creek), and trying to enjoy my so-called "day off".  My friend Nadia is relentlessly trying to set me up with guys and now is on this one named Joel from bartending class.  Hey I am good myself at attracting 33 year-old guys!  (Another story for a rainy day).  I was reading some entries from fellow bloggers and thought that I would start one myself since I am not in school and should do something to keep myself occupied and keep up my writing skills!  So yeah Philmont, Sarah, and Erica feel free to read my quandries.  I will write more later, I just wanted to get organized.  OK a little joke to end off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did the woman with the new implants call her boyfriend dear?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because he was caught in the headlights!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok not my best joke but I thought that Philmont would like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe and do not toboggan down the back of the Dundas Conservation Area hill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387412-107514700574371084?l=karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/feeds/107514700574371084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387412&amp;postID=107514700574371084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107514700574371084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387412/posts/default/107514700574371084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karriejoannethepunchingclown.blogspot.com/2004/01/hey-ladies-and-gents.html' title=''/><author><name>karriejoanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804803735915685535</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></feed>
