<?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-17180436</id><updated>2011-12-14T22:00:12.291-05:00</updated><category term='Boyz'/><category term='Bable ramble random'/><category term='Links'/><title type='text'>Filling my day and emptying my head</title><subtitle type='html'>Read my thoughts, and about my day(s). I make no guarantees, but I may have interesting things to share or I may bore you to tears. Its a gamble :-) Sit back and Enjoy, I hope. Comments welcome and appreciated.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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>213</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180436.post-7219914686715442908</id><published>2007-01-26T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T09:57:07.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard by me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night, while dining out, in one of those restaurants that places all the tables really close to each other, so in essence everyone is eating together. (At least I was not on a date, as my neighbors were) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I could not help but overhear the couple next to me chatting. They were apparently recalling the story of how they met and came to be on this date. Which I surmised was #1. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, only in our religion and our great state could this story actually happen. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The girl was in a car on the way down to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Baltimore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. It may have been her brother driving, or another guy, not quite sure about that. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The date, was hitchhiking down to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Baltimore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. Her car gave him a ride.. they got to chatting and the rest they say is history. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is a very cute story. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And it seemed like a great first date.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wish them all the luck and best in the world. And should they ever make OS you betcha I am going to sign:-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have a great weekend!!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next week.. I will explain the new volleyball strategy, we learned an actual play. So far we played twice, and won 2/3 each time. With #3 games going to 17. So not too shabby… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-7219914686715442908?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7219914686715442908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=7219914686715442908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/7219914686715442908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/7219914686715442908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/01/overheard-by-me.html' title='Overheard by me'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-7059028157722321087</id><published>2007-01-22T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T11:19:01.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long and Short of it</title><content type='html'>So The wedding was amazing and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Some minor activities to note (I lost the  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ketubah&lt;/span&gt; briefly, and oh yeah, I fainted at the ceremony, and then the limo  never showed at the end) but all in  all an amazing party.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of the flowers:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/RbThksVxdnI/AAAAAAAAABs/AGJDdJETyOI/s1600-h/PARTY+TIME%21+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/RbThksVxdnI/AAAAAAAAABs/AGJDdJETyOI/s320/PARTY+TIME%21+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022887504918967922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/RbThsMVxdoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/O7miV1fCZb4/s1600-h/PARTY+TIME%21+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/RbThsMVxdoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/O7miV1fCZb4/s320/PARTY+TIME%21+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022887633767986818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/RbTh38VxdpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MkWrLW5SvPM/s1600-h/PARTY+TIME%21+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/RbTh38VxdpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MkWrLW5SvPM/s320/PARTY+TIME%21+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022887835631449746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also had a cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/RbTib8VxdqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sOkbrsfg9po/s1600-h/PARTY+TIME%21+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/RbTib8VxdqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sOkbrsfg9po/s320/PARTY+TIME%21+177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022888454106740386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding, there are 7 days of parties. In between which I had, 1 birthday party, and 2 engagement parties. I am sure there were more things, I remember not sleeping a lot... so please tell if I forgot anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that I lost my job and lost the volleyball championship and began dating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days have been spent looking for a job and trying not to mess up a new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on a few &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interviews&lt;/span&gt;. No offers and nothing terribly exciting. At this point I just want a job and normal life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to start that by blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-7059028157722321087?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7059028157722321087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=7059028157722321087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/7059028157722321087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/7059028157722321087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/01/long-and-short-of-it.html' title='The Long and Short of it'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/RbThksVxdnI/AAAAAAAAABs/AGJDdJETyOI/s72-c/PARTY+TIME%21+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180436.post-5010505614295689395</id><published>2007-01-12T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T11:06:22.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 + Day Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its unbelievable how fast life can be sometimes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I will now attempt to blog about everything since my leave of absence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wed Dec 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After work I went to get my nails done. I went to my moms place because I had to get a French (light pink with a white line on top, no idea why they call it this) manicure. And frankly, my place is not skilled enough, and why shouldn’t I let my mom pay? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So after this type of polish it renders one pretty much unusable, since it is way prone to chippage. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I did it (P.S- My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moms &lt;/span&gt;place is not as friendly as I think mine is) and when I got home, I pretty much did nothing. Which was ok because I had to wake up bright and early to get ready for….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE WEDDING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday Dec 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, the day has finally come… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This will be a short one until I can get into details at a later date. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I woke up at 8, because I had to be at the hair place at 9 to get my hair done. It took 2.5 hours!!! But I like how it came out… here are some before, during and after pics:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/RaewhQy9-qI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Jv-r-ZqSU20/s1600-h/PARTY+TIME%21+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/RaewhQy9-qI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Jv-r-ZqSU20/s320/PARTY+TIME%21+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019174395218623138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/Raewhwy9-rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lVTsK7gtHlk/s1600-h/PARTY+TIME%21+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/Raewhwy9-rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lVTsK7gtHlk/s320/PARTY+TIME%21+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019174403808557746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/RaewiAy9-sI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xx_bTzct6SA/s1600-h/PARTY+TIME%21+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/RaewiAy9-sI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xx_bTzct6SA/s320/PARTY+TIME%21+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019174408103525058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom &lt;/span&gt;also got her hair done... I have a great after:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/RaexPAy9-tI/AAAAAAAAABI/5kVCh6DnCmU/s1600-h/PARTY+TIME%21+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/RaexPAy9-tI/AAAAAAAAABI/5kVCh6DnCmU/s320/PARTY+TIME%21+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019175181197638354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;G-ma didnt get her hair done... I mean she did, but nothing I took a pic of. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, after we had to go home, and get everything together for the cars and then head over to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We were having our makeup done there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-5010505614295689395?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5010505614295689395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=5010505614295689395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/5010505614295689395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/5010505614295689395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/01/10-day-recap.html' title='10 + Day Recap'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/RaewhQy9-qI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Jv-r-ZqSU20/s72-c/PARTY+TIME%21+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180436.post-7340802901888622502</id><published>2007-01-03T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T10:43:14.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALI!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Its been a crazy few days, there is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much to write about, so I have to get it organized and then there will be  MEGA amounts of  stuff to feast on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-7340802901888622502?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7340802901888622502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=7340802901888622502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/7340802901888622502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/7340802901888622502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/01/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-8065470487064213713</id><published>2006-12-26T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T09:16:17.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did on my Xmas vacation*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/RZEc-Yy0dFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nL6_KprtDu4/s1600-h/Building+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/RZEc-Yy0dFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nL6_KprtDu4/s320/Building+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012819718373143634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding is coming up soon,(um T -3 days?)  so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little bro&lt;/span&gt; and I ventured to that part of town and helped other &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brother &lt;/span&gt;build some furniture. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little bro&lt;/span&gt; and I built this lovely "media center" while &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;other bro&lt;/span&gt; put together 1 1/2 dressers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not look like much, but it took a long time.  Any idea how hard it is to install a drawer? Even an IKEA one? [Which &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ray &lt;/span&gt;affectionately refers to as the Nazi box]  then there were hinges for the doors!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** The original title of this post, as dictated by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan &lt;/span&gt;was "My friends are boring" but I decided against that and outing them, because to me they are not boring. We just have different ideas of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After building these monstrosities, pretty much all day I was in no mood for a party, let alone three as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan &lt;/span&gt;et al wanted me to attend, no matter how many new people would be there. Sorry.. maybe next time? So I went to camp &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shpahyer &lt;/span&gt;and watched some Xmas movies. It was nice to have the campers all together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sho&lt;/span&gt;, sorry I ditched you, G-ma came in and we had family dinner to honor her arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if I will post again pre-wedding, but I hope to post festivities (which in our esteemed religion last 7 days!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if not, Happy 2007!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-8065470487064213713?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8065470487064213713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=8065470487064213713' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/8065470487064213713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/8065470487064213713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-i-did-on-my-xmas-vacation.html' title='What I did on my Xmas vacation*'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQrfu48M1l8/RZEc-Yy0dFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nL6_KprtDu4/s72-c/Building+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180436.post-7896106260563962799</id><published>2006-12-21T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T13:59:56.546-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boyz'/><title type='text'>As promised</title><content type='html'>So I promised you a post about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;. Now I have since been on several dates with him, and um none with  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;. Although he did email me, text me and call me several times.. I think we are destined for friendship.&lt;br /&gt;But I am not one to go back on her word, a quick synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David &lt;/span&gt;and I apparently went to the same college. Now this is a stretch since I went to an all woman's college and he went to an all male college, but in theory they were the same University. Now for reasons I wish to not discuss, I spent some time on the men's campus. He saw me around, but didn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Now a few years ago, a mutual friend that went to school with me in Israel and him from High School decided we should go out. I was OK with it, he declined.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to about a year ago. Someone calls my mom and says they have a guy for me, its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;. Can they set me up, I reply in two parts, a) No, I dating someone (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BC/BF&lt;/span&gt;) and b) are you sure you got this right, because it was already suggested and he said no.&lt;br /&gt;Now the X and I break up... and I get a call... he knows you broke up, do you want to go out? Once again, I think my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom &lt;/span&gt;has totally got the message wrong, so I clarify to make sure he wants to go out.. he does. In between I go to Florida on vacation and get sick.. eventually we go out... Its nice... nothing special but not awful.  I decide to try again, what have I got to lose?&lt;br /&gt;Long story short... many weeks later I made the right choice, it def got better with time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the cliff notes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-7896106260563962799?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7896106260563962799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=7896106260563962799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/7896106260563962799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/7896106260563962799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/12/as-promised.html' title='As promised'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-4431395655835665820</id><published>2006-12-21T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T00:35:58.086-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bable ramble random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever want something really really badly? And then when you get it, right away it is exactly like you thought it would be...  then it opens a whole Pandora's box of things and S!@# you didn't need to think about? And questions you didn't need to ask? It makes you wish you never got it and went back to the questions and thoughts you were having before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. me neither&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-4431395655835665820?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4431395655835665820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=4431395655835665820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/4431395655835665820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/4431395655835665820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/12/ever-want-something-really-really-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-7330873223369749951</id><published>2006-12-18T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T09:31:06.146-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Links'/><title type='text'>Web site of the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.schtickers.com"&gt;I thought this was cool &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-7330873223369749951?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/7330873223369749951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=7330873223369749951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/7330873223369749951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/7330873223369749951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/12/web-site-of-day.html' title='Web site of the day!'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-235594089459484986</id><published>2006-12-15T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T10:12:41.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the season</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;… for car accidents. I a can not count the number of accidents I have seen in the last two days. I am sure the weather in NY is to blame as well. Its some weird Amazon rainy misty thing…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;so for the shameless plug, if you or someone you know should find themselves in the unfortunate situation of being in a car accident or slip and fall or other type of accident that leaves you injured, I may be able to help… that all depends on where I am working at the time. I am looking for a new job, but the pickins are slim I tell ya.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now on to other business.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been busy. Not that I didn’t have time to blog, but I didn’t know what to blog about. See I have gone against several cardinal rules of mine. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I may or may not be dating more than one person at a time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will have to give the condensed soup version, because frankly, my brain can’t handle more. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are two guys: &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack and David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Descriptions&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;- technically I met him first. See when I was dating the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BC &lt;/span&gt;I forgot to take myself off those websites for the first few weeks, mainly because I forgot I was on them, since nothing ever happens. Well Jack was a guy from one of those sites and I couldn’t go out with him because I was seeing someone, and I don’t do that. So I politely declined.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then the breakup happens (not the movie, but they pretty close in timing) and after a while I decide it cant hurt to go back to the web. And Lo and behold, he comes back. So now I have to go out right? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here is the deal. On paper he seems like my guy. He cooks, he has shiurs and stuff in his apt. He is a non-practicing lawyer because he is the head of a think tank in Manhattan and really outgoing an nice. Of course no-one is Mr Perfect.. the probs? 1) Short. (I am too, but I want to be able to wear heels and at least be the same height, when I wear heels he is slightly shorter) but I am getting over it.. I hope. 2) He is 33. Which is only 7 years, but….&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;3) Divorced, no kids. Which is not the problem at all. The problem is why… I have no idea. Does he have commitment issues? Trust issues? Some wacko psychotic condition? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So we have been on 3ish dates? Its been like two months I think.. its really weird. But yet I am eerily drawn to him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Stay tuned for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David &lt;/span&gt;in another installment…. :-) [how else will I get you back?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- I switched to blogger beta, and as I am technologically retarded I ant work it, so you will have to deal without the lables and other things... unless I get a really hott tutor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-235594089459484986?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/235594089459484986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=235594089459484986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/235594089459484986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/235594089459484986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the season'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116551718373705814</id><published>2006-12-07T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T13:46:23.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WELCOME BACK &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://susqhb.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116551718373705814?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116551718373705814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116551718373705814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116551718373705814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116551718373705814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/12/welcome-back-sus.html' title=''/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116545198209952659</id><published>2006-12-06T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T20:18:24.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>My last link/post was from &lt;a href="http://whentheblogblows.blogspot.com"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone go read his blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116545198209952659?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116545198209952659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116545198209952659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116545198209952659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116545198209952659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/12/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116534165569838133</id><published>2006-12-05T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T15:23:21.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.winmysoul.com/"&gt;This is just Insane &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116534165569838133?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116534165569838133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116534165569838133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116534165569838133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116534165569838133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-just-insane.html' title=''/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116532992572821464</id><published>2006-12-05T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:23:07.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Josh’s&lt;/strong&gt; Brothers Away Message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual con law analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;d:&lt;/span&gt; i have to redo commerce clause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;m:&lt;/span&gt; whats wrong with your commerce clause?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d:&lt;/span&gt; it wasn't signed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;m:&lt;/span&gt; was it ratified?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d:&lt;/span&gt; i believe it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;m:&lt;/span&gt; so whats the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d:&lt;/span&gt; but then the 10th amendment made it invalid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;m:&lt;/span&gt; what if its valid under section 5 of the 14th amendment as a means to exercise equal protection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d:&lt;/span&gt; then i think it's ok unless it discriminates against out of staters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;m:&lt;/span&gt; and the 11th amendments take on that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d:&lt;/span&gt; well then there's a test rational basis v. strict scrutiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;m:&lt;/span&gt; what about the 2nd amendment... does that play a role?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;m:&lt;/span&gt; the right to arm bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d:&lt;/span&gt; yeah, cuz then you can shoot down the commerce clause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;m:&lt;/span&gt; the bears can... we cant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if anything I discussed about Con law was this interesting (drunk, high or sober) maybe today I would know the difference between the 5th and 14th amendments as they relate to anything…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Studio 60&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;I have loved it since the Pilot. I am so glad it got picked up. But for some reason I think last nights episode was stellar. Probably the best yet. [STOP READING if you didn’t watch last night and want to]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helps that everything I have been wanting to happen has happened. O.K. not everything. I am so into Danny and Jordan, I was from day one. I am over the Matt and Harriet thing, but it makes for good TV, besides who doesn’t love Mathew Perry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writing, as is to be expected is amazing. Smart, funny and witty. The characters are really developing. You know it’s a good show, when at the end of the hour, you are left saying, “I wish there was more.”&lt;br /&gt;There is not one character who’s plot or story line I would not LOVE to see expanded on. Dare I say should be… Nevada day was great for Tom, Simon et al. Plus love the promotion of (Shelly? I forget) to assistant. Maybe the only character that either needs to be kept in the woodwork or seriously worked on is Cal. I mean I know Tim directs a little, and I am always channeling Danny when I see him. But it’s just not doing it for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, simply loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Jordan, sandwich in hand, cheeks balooning with food, stops chewing and looks at Danny&lt;/em&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Danny: I've been married twice before and I'm a recovering cocaine addict, and I know that's no womans dream of a man - or of a father. Nonetheless I believe I'm falling in love with you. If you wanna run I understand. But you better get a good head start, 'cause I'm coming for you, Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Jordan wide-eyed, mouth still full of food, totally speachless&lt;/em&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;Danny: You should go ahead and chew that sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Turns and walks out&lt;/em&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl can dream can't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird Dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I had a weird dream last night. I was sick so I didn’t even eat since lunch or take any medicine. So it couldn’t have been that. Musta just been my mind truly at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a dream that there was this hallway in a building where I had an “office” for my blog and so did fellow blogger &lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt;, and random guy &lt;strong&gt;Ross&lt;/strong&gt;. SO yeah that was weird. But we were all talking and then the conversation ended, I went back to my “office” around a corner and saw that Dan had snuck back out to speak to Ross. It was odd. Then the next thing I know, I am in my favorite pizza place about to leave when I see a car speed down the block, lights flashing (Hocker Hatzalah) and make a really sharp U-turn and park in front of the store. Who gets out? None other than &lt;strong&gt;Nancy&lt;/strong&gt; with his bright yellow vest and mandatory walkie-talkie.. so needles to say I stay put in the pizza shop.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I have no idea what this dream was about…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its our second to last game of the regular season and I pumped! I hope we win.. b/c seriously we are a rockin. Here are the stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Team Name Wins Losses Percent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SPIKED PUNCH 18 6 .750&lt;br /&gt;SPIKED RED KOOL-AID 18 6 .750&lt;br /&gt;NET "D" 17 7 .708&lt;br /&gt;AXP 15 9 .625&lt;br /&gt;JUST GET IT OVER 13 11 .542&lt;br /&gt;STRANGE BREW 6 18 .250&lt;br /&gt;VOLLEY GIRLS 6 18 .250&lt;br /&gt;MKDA 3 21 .125&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How exciting? Tonight we play Just get it over, its still anyones game, so we need to Bring it!&lt;br /&gt;GO SPIKED PUNCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116532992572821464?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116532992572821464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116532992572821464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116532992572821464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116532992572821464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/12/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116526654521056490</id><published>2006-12-04T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T16:09:05.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Apropos- Great Overheard</title><content type='html'>He's the Greatest Beard a Gal Could Ask For&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-year-old #1: So we went out on Thursday, and he didn't call me Friday or Saturday, which was good. Then he showed up at the party on Sunday and didn't talk to me for the first 35 minutes. Yesterday, he left me a message telling me how nice the party was, and I haven't called him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-year-old #2: But you like him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-year-old #1: Yeah, I think it's going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--12th &amp;amp; Broadway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116526654521056490?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116526654521056490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116526654521056490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116526654521056490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116526654521056490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-apropos-great-overheard.html' title='So Apropos- Great Overheard'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116498673250651527</id><published>2006-12-01T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:43:59.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the Seal</title><content type='html'>So I went on a date… let me just say, it is not like riding a bike.&lt;br /&gt;You do forget… it doesn’t just come back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ice cream scale it was Choc-Chip, Vanilla with some interesting tasty bits.&lt;br /&gt;Not to say he is vanilla. But the date was good, just not anything extra special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to eat. At a nice place. He was very nice/cute and the conversation was not bad. But  I don’t know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will prob go again if he wants to, for several reasons:&lt;br /&gt;a)      Why not?&lt;br /&gt;b)      It wasn’t bad&lt;br /&gt;c)      Maybe he was shy/nervous&lt;br /&gt;d)      Maybe it was me!!! *** Most probable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I think it was me? For all the reason aforementioned in this lovely Blog. Plus a few more.&lt;br /&gt;I was myself. Not that myself is bad at all. But myself just coming out of a long serious relationship is not what I should be on a date with a new person. I.e. very opinionated and talkative and comfortable, yet nervous. All in all it made for a very weird inaccurate version of me, which frankly is probably not something that men find attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem? I had been some what normal, I probably would not have botched it and be going all girly analytical now…&lt;br /&gt; Yeah I need some serious help, other than &lt;a href="http://www.whentheblogblows.blogspot.com"&gt;Dans &lt;/a&gt;suggestions of moving to the UWS (Which if someone wants to sponsor I would not be against.. but the $ isn’t there now) any other ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116498673250651527?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116498673250651527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116498673250651527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116498673250651527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116498673250651527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/12/breaking-seal.html' title='Breaking the Seal'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116491340777167900</id><published>2006-11-30T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T14:03:27.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I saw the cutest thing.&lt;br /&gt;A little old lady driving a two toned VWBeetle. It was adorable. Prob the only thing that would have made it Uber cute would have been a vanity plate of some kind. But anyway it made me smile, which this week has not been easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I have been having a bad week. Its just been a blah week. Hence the lack of posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean things are happening around me... but nothing specifically to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like we have mold/water problem in our basement. There were mushrooms growing down there,  (not the good kinds) and mold, and water. So we had to get it fixed.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out.. Poisonous. Not to bad, but not good to breathe either.&lt;br /&gt;So we had some contractors come and basically tear up our nice basement. [I had some good parties there in my day].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the electricity, only in my room and the computer room goes crazy. Certain outlets and light switches work at certain times. So that makes for a fun time as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if not this should give you a great cat nap. I have what should be the last dress fitting tonight with Gay Ray.. pray for me and my ugly purple dress.&lt;br /&gt; Oh yeah.. I know some of the links aren’t working.. I am working on that, but going into the template is like brain surgery. I have to read up on it and then work in slow deliberate movements so as not to disturb anything else…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116491340777167900?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116491340777167900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116491340777167900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116491340777167900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116491340777167900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-i-saw-cutest-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116459835526622254</id><published>2006-11-26T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:32:35.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sloppy Seconds and the Pickle Jar</title><content type='html'>I spent the weekend in the Wood. With the girls. It was great. We laughed, we talked it was all GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have been friends for almost 13 years. It’s amazing. We have been through a lot and a shared so much, including guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course we were chatting about men and &lt;strong&gt;Nacho&lt;/strong&gt; and I were discussing this one guy that we both dated. I went out with him first, a one date wonder for me, and she went out with him a few times. He really liked her and treated her much better than he treated me. So I told her I ‘loosened the jar” for her. And she understood what I meant!!!&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I mean about friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean when &lt;strong&gt;Marylou&lt;/strong&gt; says Skatieight, and no one knows what it means, time for some new friends! (You know I love you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, sat night we went to see Bobby, and deciding on that was an event all its own. Then we went to pizza, of course. The same things we used to do in High School, we still do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;Josh’s&lt;/strong&gt; parents came in.&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting with my back to the doors, and &lt;strong&gt;Marylou&lt;/strong&gt; goes, “Should I tell you or not tell you that Josh’s parents just walked in” No tell me, this is good info. &lt;strong&gt;Josh&lt;/strong&gt; and I have not seen each other since the break up, but I don’t think it will be weird. We were friends before and we will be friends afterward. I am sure I will be seeing him at some point soon &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;bc Benj got engaged!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So the parents walk in, and don’t even want to say hi to &lt;strong&gt;Marylou&lt;/strong&gt;, because she is sitting with me, can you believe it? Well she says hi, I turn around and I say hi. I get a stilted hello from the dad, and barely a nod from the mom. I can only imagine what they said to &lt;strong&gt;Josh&lt;/strong&gt; when they got home.  But the whole time I felt like I was getting death stares, and this was corroborated by my table mates. Of course I wanted to leave, but we were waiting for &lt;strong&gt;Shan&lt;/strong&gt;, who had some drama occur while she was out walking her dog. [are you surprised? She’s one of my closest friends]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to write this at first, because he reads the blog, but I also cant keep not writing things. So I bit the bullet and took the plunge. But it wasn’t too bad. Besides its only what I felt, it could be totally off base right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the works is a meeting with &lt;strong&gt;Adam&lt;/strong&gt; that we have been trying to set up for a while, but life keeps getting in the way, you know what I mean? Stay tuned for more info on that. [IT IS NOT A DATE, I am enjoying singledom and will continue to do so for quite some time]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116459835526622254?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116459835526622254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116459835526622254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116459835526622254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116459835526622254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/11/sloppy-seconds-and-pickle-jar.html' title='Sloppy Seconds and the Pickle Jar'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116430071490476181</id><published>2006-11-23T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T11:51:54.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tradition</title><content type='html'>First of all, Happy Thanksgiving to you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;I Have much to be thankful for and I will be getting to it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is a relatively new blog, there are very few traditions that it has. However last &lt;a href="http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_lanspeaks_archive.html"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/a&gt;, (you may have to scroll a little) I put up my whole menu and pictures. So I will do the same this year. The pictures my be a little late since I am having some technical difficulties with my camera, but you can still read what I am making..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its also a much smaller crowd this year. Only 11! That’s like 1/3 of what we normal have… but that didn’t stop us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving 2006:&lt;br /&gt;Turkey, with stuffin. [DUH!]&lt;br /&gt;Brisket&lt;br /&gt;Chicken cutlets in a cranberry wine sauce (AKA Chicken Ruby)&lt;br /&gt;Rice with green herbs, beans and of course meat chunks. (Its Persian but very tasty)&lt;br /&gt;[Chicken pot pie, we are still debating this]&lt;br /&gt;Acorn Squash- Sugar and Spice&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;Roasted root vegetables [Parsnip, turnip, carrots, mushrooms and Brussel sprouts]&lt;br /&gt;Red cabbage and apple salad&lt;br /&gt;Sweet potatoes and Fluff!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cranberry Sauce (from the can)&lt;br /&gt;Fresh cranberry relish.&lt;br /&gt;Pecan Pie&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin Pie&lt;br /&gt;Apple Crumble (Served warm)&lt;br /&gt;Fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think as usual no one will go Hungry this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful&lt;br /&gt;Now I had to get his out… I am truly thankful this year for so much.&lt;br /&gt;Of course my health and that of my family.&lt;br /&gt;But then there are friends. Friends who I speak to often, see often, and those who I don’t. I had chaquita night last night and it just re-affirmed my faith in my friends, both those I see often and those I don’t.&lt;br /&gt;So I am thankful for my chaquitas and my wood hood, and everyone else in between!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy thanksgiving, and don’t be shy to loosen that belt buckle :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116430071490476181?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116430071490476181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116430071490476181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116430071490476181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116430071490476181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/11/tradition.html' title='Tradition'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116430139888113818</id><published>2006-11-20T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:02:44.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dating UN-GAME</title><content type='html'>So Single people date. Apparently that’s what we are supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;Well I am not a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games are supposed to be fun. There are rules, and at then end, clear winners and losers.&lt;br /&gt;Dating… not so much.&lt;br /&gt;Not fun (it’s really nerve racking and frankly exhausting) that’s not to say there are no fun dates, but actual dating is far from fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no rules. And as soon as you think they are, you learn that there are NO RULES!!! Don’t even try. There aren’t any. It will just give you a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call the other person if and when you want to; speak how ever long you want to, about whatever topics you want. Where what ever you feel like, and say what’s on your mind. It doesn’t matter! Because no matter what, in the end, there are no winners and no losers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the UN-GAME and I don’t want to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I have been spoiled. I dated one of my closest friends for a year. So that’s not real dating. None of that weird first 5 date angst. It was just a relationship, which lets face it, is why people date. To be with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I was in fantasy land with a friend who never had any intention of dating me, and I hurt myself. [Look, Mom, I figured it all out without therapy!] before that bad dates, and of course &lt;strong&gt;Nancy&lt;/strong&gt;. Another ‘friend’ who I dated. See, I just don’t know how to date. [lets not even get into the flirting thing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not think there is actually a human on earth who likes the first two dates.&lt;br /&gt;But you go through them, it’s a rite of passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I not endured enough first dates? Must I continue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116430139888113818?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116430139888113818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116430139888113818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116430139888113818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116430139888113818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/11/dating-un-game.html' title='The Dating UN-GAME'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116351595627420458</id><published>2006-11-14T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:10:23.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATS TO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY CUZ JULIA,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND DAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(SEE HIS BLOG --&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEY PASSED THE NY BAR!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Congrats to everyone else who passed the July 2006 exam too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I know the relief you feel at being able to exhale, eat and sleep like a somewhat normal person again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go celebrate! You deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in court ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be back to real posting soon... still recovering and gathering my thoughts...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116351595627420458?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116351595627420458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116351595627420458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116351595627420458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116351595627420458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/11/congrats-to-my-cuz-julia-and-dan-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116285814521065365</id><published>2006-11-06T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:20:26.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Days</title><content type='html'>After less than 4 hours of sleep, which were not useful, since I was up every 20 minutes worried I would sleep through the alarm (which no matter how many times it DOESN’T happen manages to always keep me up), and thinking about things I did and did not pack. I woke up to go to Florida. Now, when I first booked this, it was a vacation for me. Time to get away and just be. Which trust me, after the month I have I had, no one begrudged me. Now seg-way to about 36 hours later and I feel like I have been slowly tortured. And I know it wont be ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a catch 22 situation.&lt;br /&gt;I came to spend time with the &lt;strong&gt;Grandma&lt;/strong&gt; 100% for sure. But not ALL my time right? Well then why do I feel guilty telling her I want to be by myself? Plus the time we do spend together is the most frustrating and stressful time. I am not going to come home relaxed and I don’t know what to do about it.&lt;br /&gt;Its not all her fault. I am tired and cranky and not in a good mood, and that does not put her in a good mood. Plus her pool is under construction, yeah no tanning… oh and did I mention this is old people land and she treats me like I am still 10? [that I know I cant change but it can still frustrate me to no end right]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can figure out how to fix this soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, details of the adventure so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the airport, where thankfully no security mishaps occurred to or people standing in line near me. I had one checked in bag and a carry-on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was uneventful in a good way. No movie (I took AA) I was sitting in a window seat ( to Florida is really doesn’t matter to me) But I realized that I had split up a family (well not me, but you know what I mean so I offered to switch with the Dad (he was only two rows back, and an Aisle! Score!) and they were most grateful. I was then in a aisle with a nice Italian Couple and their little baby. He was adorable and well behaved the entire way. It is still up for debate in my mind if this was a couple, or simply two women traveling together. They had matching engagement rings and wedding bands, and the kid seemed equally comfortable with both of them. But one held him the whole time and the other had her Ipod on. And nothing lovey doevy occurred at all.. (Sorry guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed early! Shocker. And the airport wasn’t ready for us. Whatever that means, I mean didn’t the big white thing falling out of the sky and taxing down the runway give you a clue? It was so bad the pilot opened a window and yelled to someone on the ground to get us a gate agent so we could de-plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ended up out of the plane on time. Which is fine. Got the bags and got my &lt;a href="http://www.dodge.com/charger/"&gt;car&lt;/a&gt;. The perks of being 25+! Its nice, but so much different than my Athena. I am getting used to him though. Yeah, its totally a guy car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to &lt;strong&gt;grannys&lt;/strong&gt;, upacked and then the real fun began.&lt;br /&gt;We went to WALMART! Woo hoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then home to a nice din din and veg in front of the TV. I was wiped and went to bed at 9 and woke up at 8. And I could have slept longer but I felt bad. My bed is the pull-out couch in the living room and my &lt;strong&gt;g-ma&lt;/strong&gt; was holed up in her room since to get to the kitchen you had to walk through “my room”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate breakfast and then I went for a run, in 80 degree weather. I can not wait to run outside in short sleeves again tomorrow. I went looking for a beach today or boardwalk but none to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we packed a lunch and headed out to the MALL!!! Yeah, not a fun trip. But we didn’t manage to find her a pair of shoes for the wedding, which was part of my mission here anyway. (I even snagged a pair for myself as a reward, cute little ballet flats with leopard print)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my &lt;strong&gt;grandma&lt;/strong&gt; took me out to dinner. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally couldn’t take it anymore, so I hightailed it to the starbucks down the block, and paid for internet, so I could feel like a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No telling when I will get this opportunity again, but please comment and read, it makes me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ya, but love the weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116285814521065365?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116285814521065365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116285814521065365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116285814521065365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116285814521065365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-first-days.html' title='My First Days'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116271154699037061</id><published>2006-11-05T02:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T02:25:47.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buh Bye</title><content type='html'>I goin' on Vacion.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the starbucks down the block from G-Ma's Condo has Wi-fi, I will be posting.. however using her dial up for bloggin is a serious no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Y'all in a week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to miss me and comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116271154699037061?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116271154699037061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116271154699037061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116271154699037061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116271154699037061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/11/buh-bye.html' title='Buh Bye'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116248258521290933</id><published>2006-11-02T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T14:14:05.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant get it out of my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Scissor Sisters - I don't feel like dancing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/jAD8IaNabYE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I have to thank &lt;strong&gt;Josh &lt;/strong&gt;for this... the XM subscription has truly opened my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you are curious here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wake up in the morning with a head like ‘what ya done?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This used to be the life but I don’t need another one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good luck cuttin’ nothin’, carrying on, you wear them gowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So how come I feel so lonely when you’re up getting down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I play along when I hear that favourite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m gonna be the one who gets it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You better know when you’re swingin’ round the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look’s like magic’s solely yours tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I don’t feel like dancin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the old Joanna plays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart could take a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But my two feet can’t find a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You think that I could muster up a little soft, shoop devil sway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I don’t feel like dancin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No sir, no dancin’ today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if I find nothin’ better to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why’d you break down when I’m not in the mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rather be home with no one when I can’t get down with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cities come and cities go just like the old empires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When all you do is change your clothes and call that versatile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You got so many colours make a blind man so confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then why can’t I keep up when you’re the only thing I lose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I’ll just pretend that I know which way to bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I’m gonna tell the whole world that you’re mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just please understand, when I see you clap your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you stick around I’m sure that you’ll be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I don’t feel like dancin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the old Joanna plays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart could take a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But my two feet can’t find a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You think that I could muster up a little soft, shoop devil sway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I don’t feel like dancin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No sir, no dancin’ today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if i find nothin' better to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why’d you break down when I’m not in the mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rather be home with no one when I can’t get down with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can’t make me dance around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But your two-step makes my chest pound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just lay me down as you blow it away into the shimmer light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I don’t feel like dancin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the old Joanna plays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart could take a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But my two feet can’t find a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You think that I could muster up a little soft, shoop devil sway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I don’t feel like dancin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No sir, no dancin’ today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if i find nothin' better to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why’d you break down when I’m not in the mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rather be home with no one when I can’t get down with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116248258521290933?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116248258521290933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116248258521290933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116248258521290933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116248258521290933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-cant-get-it-out-of-my-head.html' title='I cant get it out of my head'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116197308714226410</id><published>2006-10-27T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:33:41.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Word of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/contumacious"&gt;CONTUMACIOUS &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me I am not the only who didnt know what that meant?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116197308714226410?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116197308714226410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116197308714226410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116197308714226410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116197308714226410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/10/word-of-day-contumacious-please-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116195490022807759</id><published>2006-10-27T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T09:15:00.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>“Don’t the perfect be the enemy of the Good”  (I almost sure that’s correct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep and profound no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit, ponder and discuss amongst yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the impatient… my day Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off HORRIBLY.&lt;br /&gt;Let me count the ways:&lt;br /&gt;a)      I forgot to set my alarm clock, so by the grace of g-d I woke up, albeit 20 min later than I had planed. (my mornings are very regimented and scheduled)&lt;br /&gt;b)      I found out I left an interior light on in my car all night and was worried about the battery.&lt;br /&gt;c)      I had to go to Brooklyn for court.&lt;br /&gt;d)      I had to take the bus, which is fine, but I wish I would have known.&lt;br /&gt;e)      I think I am getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it got better.&lt;br /&gt;No train issues or subway problems. I like my outfit, and my hair was almost behaving.&lt;br /&gt;Court went fine. I even got to read the paper a little.&lt;br /&gt;Then life got really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I went to knit at lunch, and my project which was supposed to be done for Sukkot, is coming along nicely.&lt;br /&gt;On the way out there was this guy in the parking lot chopping down wood/trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts talking to me, and I don’t like to be rude so I answer him, but I need to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long and short of it…&lt;br /&gt;Turns out he is  not a wacky gardener but really the environmental manager of the building, AKA his uncle owns it and he works for them (I verified this with the knitting lady) plus, he is of the tribe, oh and base don  his asking to see if I am wearing any rings, I assume he is single…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong it was still very weird and odd for me, bc as Marc said, “ You forgot how to be single, A night in AC should fix that, AC fixed everything” I did forget how to be single, but it still felt gosh darn good to get hit on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to later in the day whilst I was at work. (yeah I lapse into that every once in a while, not sure why) I was working on the settlement papers for a case that I had actually gone to Rockland County for a number of times.&lt;br /&gt;One of the attorneys for the other side called me, just to give me some info for the papers, and at the end he said, “Its good we settled it, but now I wont be able to see you..” It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s my new perfume….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116195490022807759?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116195490022807759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116195490022807759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116195490022807759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116195490022807759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/10/quote-of-week.html' title='Quote of the Week'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116178534922428251</id><published>2006-10-25T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T10:24:47.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Career Opportunity?</title><content type='html'>It all started last summer when I was studying for the bar.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t so much besides study. Well that’s a lie. Some how I managed to have a life as well. Still not sure how I managed that, but I went to the gym, ate, slept and even went out a little. I do not count going to Connecticut to study as going out.&lt;br /&gt;I mean of course after the dreaded day (July 1st that is) I stopped doing anything that had nothing to do with the bar… or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;strong&gt;, Adam&lt;/strong&gt; called. He was in a bind. He had his friends wedding and his date was stuck in Florida because of some hurricane or storm or something and wasn’t sure she would be back in time and could I please go with him. [note to guys: for future reference, do not tell a girl she was not your first choice]&lt;br /&gt;a) Any guy giving me attention not for my note cards, access to BarBri materials or outlines and notes was a welcome respite from my own personal hell.&lt;br /&gt;b) I did kinda like him still… bad boy or not the boy is good looking!&lt;br /&gt;c) Why not?&lt;br /&gt;So I did. I even got new shoes and a new top, I already had the perfect skirt. The outfit was great and the shopping even better!&lt;br /&gt;So I escorted (for lack of a better word) Adam to his friends wedding. It was nice. He picked me up and took me back, perfect gentleman. I did not bring note cards or anything but I did eat, drink and even danced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, &lt;strong&gt;Josh&lt;/strong&gt; has some kind of work BBQ in NJ at his boss’s house. Now how could I refuse? He was cute too, and a much better friend to me than &lt;strong&gt;Adam&lt;/strong&gt;, hands down any day of the week. One caveat, I had to be able to listen to my NJ CD’s that I just got in the mail so I wouldn’t feel that guilty so close to the bar (I think this was like 2 weeks to go, so its really crunch time). He happily agreed. [Side note: the CD’s sucked and I failed the NJ bar, but it had nothing to with not listening to the CD’s, it was a whole other drama that I never want to relive]&lt;br /&gt;We went to this gorgeous house, nay, mansion in NJ, where there was view of mountains and countryside from the backyard… how, its NJ??? I think it was an illusion or some kind of Hollywood screen thing, but who knows.&lt;br /&gt;I met all his work peeps and had a good time despite the heat and fast day. (I wasn’t fasting, but I chose not to flaunt that). According to him, I did a great job and I could do this for a living…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter last night…&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.manhattan-institute.org/"&gt;Manhattan Institute &lt;/a&gt;was having their annual Wriston Lecture. A guy I know needed to go for work, but didn’t want to go alone. Um, Black tie dinner at the Pierre Hotel, with smart and influential people? You do not have to ask me twice!&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the Hotel, Magnificent. We had Kosher meals by Park East Grill, so that was great. And it was intellectually stimulating. [although I was by far the dumbest person in the room, ala Silver Spring for Purim.. if Ray wants to enlighten us… or Al who read this blog from way down yonder :-)]&lt;br /&gt;I was there as a guest of the &lt;a href="http://www.acsh.org/"&gt;ACSH&lt;/a&gt;, American Council on Science and Health. I know it sounds great!&lt;br /&gt;So basically all the people at my table were Dr’s or scientists or their spouses. The conversation turned to counterfeit drugs and their impact on American public policy if any (I’ll take the discussion about birds Any day!) So, what the heck do I know about this?&lt;br /&gt;So I listened and nodded. Took it all in. There was a point in the discussion where they were guessing as to what the public thought about counterfeit drugs. As in lay people. Hey, I’m a lay person I can answer that! So I did. I said, “ I think when people hear counterfeit drugs they don’t think they are getting the wrong drug or the wrong dose, they think of it like a counterfeit handbag, it’s a bag, it exists, it serves it’s purpose its just not made by the real person, so the drugs are probably good for my purpose but not FDA approved.” The think tank guy looks at me and says, “I think that’s the best analogy I have ever heard” and I was redeemed.&lt;br /&gt;All in all a good night. So many well known people and personalities, my favorite was that I got to meet &lt;a href="http://www.peggynoonan.com/main.php"&gt;Peggy Noonan&lt;/a&gt;. And if you don’t know who she is, read up, its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really could be a great career…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116178534922428251?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116178534922428251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116178534922428251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116178534922428251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116178534922428251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-career-opportunity.html' title='New Career Opportunity?'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116171465884052037</id><published>2006-10-24T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T14:32:06.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKING NEWS!!!*</title><content type='html'>Great news. Now if they would only bring back those awesome soft chocolatechip cookies from about 10 years ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duncan Hines Reverts Back to PareveCherry Hill, NJ...More than a year after it added dairy ingredients toits OU certified line of cake mixes, Pinnacle Foods is moving back toPareve. Although KosherToday was not able to verify the report, asource told KosherToday that the move had already been made and thatan announcement by the company is imminent. KosherToday will, ofcourse, update the story in a future edition. Pinnacle Foods' decisionlast year to go dairy caused an outcry from many kosher consumers whoused the cake mixes for dairy, meat, and pareve meals. It was alsocriticized by many of the 56 million Americans who are lactoseintolerant. A similar decision by Stella Dora of Nabisco several yearsago was greeted by a large outcry by consumers, which caused thecompany to reverse the decision. Duncan Hines was owned by Procter andGamble for many years but when it experienced difficulty was sold toPinnacle Foods, based in Cherry Hill, NJ, which also acquired suchwell-known kosher brands as Lender's Bagels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;How sad that this is breaking news to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* Thanks DD for the entire context of my post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116171465884052037?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116171465884052037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116171465884052037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116171465884052037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116171465884052037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/10/breaking-news.html' title='BREAKING NEWS!!!*'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116169922942085468</id><published>2006-10-24T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T10:59:53.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Game?</title><content type='html'>I apparently did yesterday, on so many levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Spiked punch beat  or rather slaughtered the #1 ranked team in our division 3-0. We were on FIRE! Twas seriously a great game. And I even found out this morning by an anonymous (Tim) text that Carlos thinks my game has improved a lot and really likes me. What a change from last season when I didn’t even want to speak to him and had to really try to restrain myself from inflicting bodily harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before that I thought my day was going to be a bad day because it didn’t start off right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First if all it was Monday, and I had to go to Da Bronx for a conference.&lt;br /&gt;Now, the upshot of the Bronx is that I get to drive. Not much of a fan of the train in a suit/heels/stockings.&lt;br /&gt;So I get to court and of course my case is not on the calendar. I remember having this issue that last time, that its listed under a different name for some reason. So I look it up by the law firm name instead of client. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I go to the clerks offices and explain the predicament. She tells me its on the calendar on the computer but she will chambers to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;Comes back, its there, but under the other name. Gives me the name and sends me on my way.&lt;br /&gt;Now trip #2 to court a little better. I find the other name on the calendar, so at least I am in the right spot. But lo and behold no Plaintiffs counsel is listed. Normally this is not a problem, you either a) tell the clerk and they correct it or b) file a notice of appearance and get put on. But I was here to settle so if I wasn’t in the computer then they wouldn’t be settling with me, and this was a case against the City of New York. (What a fun bureaucracy).&lt;br /&gt;So I signed in as usual. When I got called in, I explained to the judge how I wasn’t on the calendar, but thankfully everyone had me down as appearing on the last conference, the money was still on the table and I took it. Now here is where it got really fun. I was one of 4 Plaintiffs, but I only represented one. So I had no idea where they others were nor, did I have any way of knowing if they had settled or not. Last time, I didn’t even know there was 4th Plaintiff so we almost didn’t wait for them. They were so late. I remembered that also.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to call the other two attorneys, and BOTH phone numbers are out of service!&lt;br /&gt;I go and tell Andy the Ox of a clerk and he just laughs at me. Seriously laughing.  He ships me off the Al the legal secretary, because, and I quote, “ I just don’t have time for this S!@# so early on a Monday” Al listens to the story and laughs. When he asks me why I think this happens I answer, “I think it was consolidated incorrectly” (consolidating a case is where you take two cases with the same Plaintiffs and different index numbers and kick out the useless people and make it one index number) what happened to me, was they consolidated, as per our order, but took us out, left the people who are no longer in it in, changed the name and used the incorrect index number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this means was that I was about to run around the Bronx Courthouse. And all I wanted to do was settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back in tot talk to the City. They tell me, that the computer issue doesn’t concern them, the problem is where the other people are. Apparently sine they filed the claim together the city cannot partially settle a case, so because I cant find these other people and they didn’t settle I am screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Al, still laughing feels for lil LI lawyer girl. So he tries to help. We call Bill the head clerk. Upon hearing the story and looking the computer he says, “Ooops” at least I wasn’t wrong or insane. They messed up. So he says its not a prob when I settle they will just put it in the comments.&lt;br /&gt;I tell this to Andy, who says “I have no idea what in the hell Bill is talking about, go and talk to him” I think he sees that I am just so confused and annoyed he calls Bill to pave the way and this is what I hear,” Yeah Bill it’s Andy, I am sending the hot LI girl to you. No not for that, yeah she’s hott, No, she’s wearing a cat suit and says if you don’t do what she asks she’s going to spank you.” Then I get asked how old I am, “She’s 26, she’s half your age be nice when the girl comes over” Of course this mild sexual harassment, but after my morning all I can do is laugh and smile. I mean he did call me Hot right?&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I got a lil game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I settled, I was put back on the case then taken off and I didn’t get back to the office till 12. Not a bad morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not feeling well. Probably a cross between lack of sleep, stress and the weather. I am coming down with one of my famous sinus things. So I decide on the way to Volleyball to get me one of my cure-all Strabucks drinks. [For those of you keeping track, in sickness it’s a Venti wild sweet orange tea (2 tea bags) 1 splenda, doubled cupped and in a sleeve]&lt;br /&gt;It really works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the drive through guy (yes I am THAT lazy) has a whole conversation with me during my order. It was really nice an sweet, (can they see you through those things?)  SO that was my game #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a pretty good Monday, considering I had a crappy Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what the rest of the week brings…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116169922942085468?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116169922942085468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116169922942085468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116169922942085468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116169922942085468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/10/got-game.html' title='Got Game?'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116156057118922265</id><published>2006-10-22T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T16:32:27.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed Reaction</title><content type='html'>I AM SINGLE.&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may have surmised it, others I may have told and some of you may be shocked. But yes the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; (hence forth &lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;BC&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Josh&lt;/strong&gt;, depending on context and my mood) are no longer together. At all. In anyway. [&lt;em&gt;but hes probably still a good accountant if not better...&lt;/em&gt; , thre I go being nice again, that always gets me in trouble]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to write about it for a few reasons, one being that he reads this blog, the next that I am not one for airing dirty laundry or getting that personal and lastly because I really didn’t have my head around it enough to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not saying I have my head around it now, but I think its healthier for me to get it out, than keep it in. No matter how discombobulated it may be. Plus, I  could not care less right now about his feelings since he obviously cares not for mine.. this is the time to be selfish and heal, and gosh darn it I am going to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start, we are trying to be friends. The logic being that we started as friends we should be able to be friends after. HOOEY! Yeah you read it right. No way, no how, not gonna happen. We can try, but not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had three serious to this level relationships in my life. &lt;strong&gt;Josh&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Marc&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Nancy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;strong&gt;Nancy&lt;/strong&gt; and I do not speak Never. I credit this to him 100% and as hard as it was, he was the smarter one. Cold turkey, the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;strong&gt;Marc&lt;/strong&gt; and I are friends now. But we didn’t start off that way. My memory is very very bad about it, but from my recollection ( oh yeah and &lt;strong&gt;Lish&lt;/strong&gt;, if this makes you uncomfortable I am really really sorry, that was not the intention) and I am sure he will correct me, we broke up and got back together a few times. And I don’t really remember how or why or when but it ended. And not well I think. I being me, thought his parents hated me and of course missed him terribly. Then he got a new GF and we ended up at the same college. And I promise I stayed away from her, but I really think she was psycho and pretty much made my life unfun. Then I think Marc went to Israel. He came back, and asked to meet up. He apologized, I accepted and we are now friends. The important part of this was that I had time to heal, and I knew I wasn’t alone. Meaning he wasn’t too happy that we broke up. I knew we had to move on and that was ok, but knowing you are not the only X from the relationship to feel bad helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called him today. It did not go well. I was looking to see if I was the only one having these totally normal thoughts. Yeah, turns out I am. &lt;strong&gt;Mr X&lt;/strong&gt; totally fine. No cares in the world. I was fine… now I am not. His attitude just made me more depressed... how bad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about him more, and having dreams of him coming back to me.&lt;br /&gt;Now do not get me wrong, I am not waxing poetic wanting him back. It was not all good and it’s over and that was right. But how and when and why and how (yeah the how is important) suck. What is worse is that he doesn’t care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really got me going is that someone we both know is probably going to get engaged soon. And I am 100% totally happy for them. While still being sad, annoyed and hurt. Now a good combo. So the call today, not helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to date, but I cant bring myself to do it. And not because I am comparing people to him. Because I believe every relationship is to learn from, and boy did I learn. I learned about myself, about him and about what I want and need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is how long do I give myself? And why cant I remember how long it took me to get over Nancy? That would be helpful info…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the vent… I hope I didn’t offend or hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s a lie, but I hope I didn’t offend or hurt most of you, I am pretty upset, so I hope some of you become upset or at least some kind of emotion over this. Because frankly, the stoic strong thing just makes me cry more…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**if this didn’t make sense blame it on the hormones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116156057118922265?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116156057118922265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116156057118922265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116156057118922265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116156057118922265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/10/delayed-reaction.html' title='Delayed Reaction'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116134092762398239</id><published>2006-10-20T06:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T11:49:23.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Footnote</title><content type='html'>In the spirit of &lt;a href="http://www.whentheblogblows.blogspot.com"&gt;Dan's Blog&lt;/a&gt; I figured I have to start posting the links that are funny but not side bar worthy, so every now and again I will be sending you something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wellbeingworldusa.com"&gt;Like this for exaple &lt;/a&gt;and I hope that you click on it, and enjoy it in someway, and then of course share your thoughts or comments, but its not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116134092762398239?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116134092762398239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116134092762398239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116134092762398239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116134092762398239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/10/footnote.html' title='Footnote'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116101169241860388</id><published>2006-10-20T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T00:13:37.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BENJY</title><content type='html'>So Ray pointed out something very interesting to me… Josh (BC/xBF) has a “best friend” (I put it in parenthesis, because for some reason describing two guys as best friends doesn’t sound right.. and guys never describe their relationships like that, no idea why.. yet another post in the making) Any way, his best friend’s name is Benjy. I’m friends with Benjy too. In fact went to High School with him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now JoshSh has a “bets friend” as well. His name is also Benjy. I’m also kinda friends with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the similarities do not end there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sometimes that both Benjs don’t like me, and I assured by both Joshs when this happens that it’s not true.&lt;br /&gt;And I because better friends with both Benjys because of their Joshs.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, they both go by Benjy! Not, Ben or Benjamin. Benjy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky? Coincidence? Freud?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116101169241860388?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116101169241860388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116101169241860388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116101169241860388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116101169241860388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/10/benjy.html' title='BENJY'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116127172926324556</id><published>2006-10-19T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T10:33:06.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Office Reply</title><content type='html'>What a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you who are not in the legal field (either luckily or unluckily, kind of depends on if you are a glass half full/half empty kind a person) some background…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most law firms have a calendar. Now its not the typical calendar that you think of. It is basically a way to organize appearances, statutes and reply dates.&lt;br /&gt;We usually do not schedule anything for a Monday, because if we need our clients to be there, and we notify them on Friday, come Monday they forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we usually organize the calendar on Monday for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Monday, we were organizing the next days calendar.&lt;br /&gt;It was a crazy day, but I like those.&lt;br /&gt;I had two appearances in Brooklyn and Two in Rockland County. Not a problem. Yeah, they were at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;Usually we have someone cover in this situation. I was to go to Brooklyn. But no one was going to cover R.C.  Why? Well I cancelled one of them (my fault, I didn’t notify the client, long story.. but not a big deal and worked to our advantage) So we were left with one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An infant compromise hearing. Which is basically a settlement meeting when the client is under 18. Why was not one covering this?&lt;br /&gt;Well because last time it was on, they never called us and didn’t show up.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was on again, and they didn’t call, but they showed up. So the Court moved it again. Now this time we sent them letters and tried to call but got nothing. So we didn’t know if they were going to show up. So we had no one covering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now over in the BK, I am in a conference and then off to a deposition.&lt;br /&gt;First of all this is the shortest conference ever. I am in at 9:30 and out by 9:40, Which is great because then I can prepare for the EBT. Which is at 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go across the street to the court reporters office to meet my client at like 10:40 and prep him for the deposition.&lt;br /&gt;It goes ok. He speaks and understands English which is always a plus. We waited and waited for the other attorney to show up. She wasn’t late, we were just early.&lt;br /&gt;She comes in and tells me she is waiting on a call from her office on this case. So we wait. Meanwhile I call my office to update him.&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold our clients show up in Rockland. But they are going to wait and I am to get there by 2:30 for the hearing. Ya, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the attorney comes back and tells me she cant do this EBT because it’s a double insured and there is a conflict and it has to go to outside counsel. Yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;So we wait like 20 minutes for a reporter just to bust the EBT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jet back to Rockville Centre and then hop in the car to head upstate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only upside? I got home early…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Wed I had to go to Brooklyn on the EBT from the day before for a conference.  I had a strong suspicion no one was going to show, but I had to go anyway. In an effort to be on time I decided to take the 8:16 train from Rockville Centre instead of the 8:33 or 8:59. Now was I usually do is take the train to Jamaica and Transfer to the Flatbush Ave line and get out at Atlantic Ave and then 2/3 subway to Borough Hall. Sounds annoying but its not the bad.&lt;br /&gt;So I got on the 8:16 figuring instead of getting  to court at 9:45 like I usually do on the 8:33 I would get there on time.&lt;br /&gt;Get on the train, lo and behold it’s a direct to Penn Station. I didn’t even know it did that. I assumed (yes yes…) that they all stopped at Jamaica. So I thought I would be late.&lt;br /&gt;But I just jumped on the 2/3 from Penn and got the court at like 9:15. Perfect! So my mess up ended up great.&lt;br /&gt;I still had to wait around for the call at 10:45 (another legal term, sorry) but it wasn’t bad. I like spending my mornings in court. And I like Brooklyn better than Queens for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So that is why I have been out of blog land for a while…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116127172926324556?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116127172926324556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116127172926324556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116127172926324556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116127172926324556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/10/out-of-office-reply.html' title='Out of Office Reply'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116101138424975476</id><published>2006-10-16T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T11:09:44.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heights</title><content type='html'>Not the TV show.. although I did like it and still enjoy the theme song. But that is for a different discussion. Perhaps 90’s shows that weren’t? Discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend was one of social holidays of the year. Most singles leave their homes and travel to ‘that place’. Or if they are fortunate enough to live in ‘that place’ their apartments become dorms. People sleeping everywhere they can, on any surface; If sleep actually occurs. More often than not, its just a place to keep your stuff, get out of the cold and change clothes for one of the bazillion changes that are required for females. [yeah guys- suits and flats are easy, and DO NOT get me started on stockings, tights and pantyhose]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been making this trek since I came back from Israel. Or for the past 7 years. And you know what, it has never been my cup of tea. Not my scene, and frankly, with the exception of last year (which can be argued that would have happened anyway) I have never really gotten anything out of it. Back in the day when I had a lot of real friends who lived there it wasn’t bad. But the past few years has been so-so.  So, I made a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the heights.&lt;br /&gt;Now comparing the two is like comparing apples and oranges. Other than the perfunctory prayers which everyone says. Not one thing was the same. (Maybe the weather.. but again that’s a G-d thing) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heights had maybe 200 people total there. As opposed to the at least 1,000 that “the place” gets.&lt;br /&gt;Next there was no congregating outside of buildings etc.. In fact during one late night trek to acquire certain plumbing instruments (I will allow Ray to share what she wishes on that subject) we saw maybe 10 people. And two were a married couple, and the rest were on their way home. QUIETLY. Needles to say neither group had the item we were seeking… guess what’s going in the shalach  manot :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunkenness was at a minimum if at all. And when it was, it was necessary and in moderation. [5 shots is moderate!] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the dancing… While definitely from the heart and with good spirit and intention lacked something. I can not put my finger on it… but something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the meals.. no comparison. First, I actually knew my hosts, their apartment and the kitchen. I was comfortable. Even if I didn’t know every single person at the meal. Which is saying a lot. I hate feeling like I was an addition or a tag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly the camaraderie. My friends live in the following locations (In New York) The heights, Five Towns and Riverdale) That doesn’t mean I don’t know people other places. I do. But as Ray pointed out, they are not what I would describe as friends (No offense Benjy, but I cant sleep in your apt…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all twas the right choice for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for next year, who knows what it will bring…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116101138424975476?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116101138424975476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116101138424975476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116101138424975476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116101138424975476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/10/heights.html' title='The Heights'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116066891708915336</id><published>2006-10-12T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T15:53:49.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3.141459*</title><content type='html'>(*Memory may not be so clear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy Sleazy Bar Guy: “Do you know Pi to five places?”&lt;br /&gt;Helen: “No, I’m sorry I only know it to four” (walks away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this exchange actually happened to a fellow Spiked Puncher.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I know this?&lt;br /&gt;Well after an AMAZING 3-0 blow out, where we came back in #3 from being down 3-11 to kick some Strange Brew butt of course we had to celebrate. Plus my teammates all being beer aficionados decided they must school me on fine beers of the world. Mind you I am not a beer person. But it was on the way to my car and they offered to walk me to my car after. So I went for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;They ordered me a Guinness-I don’t like it. I took a sip of Bass Ale and I like that better, but apparently the group decided I was to try New Castle next. If any of you can shed any light on this so I don’t feel like such a loser that would be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were conversing and the subject of school fight songs came up. Once again something I have no idea about. So I got serenaded (if one can call it that) by the Michigan fight song, “Hail to the something… “ and the MIT fight song, something about eager beavers (&lt;strong&gt;BC&lt;/strong&gt;-Keep your mind on TAXES!) and sin, cos, tangent… and PI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;Helen&lt;/strong&gt; regaled us with the tale of the PI pick up line and we laughed and actually discussed PI for about 10 min. Not sure what is worse, a discussion about PI for 10 minutes or Birds for 20? (See &lt;strong&gt;Ray&lt;/strong&gt; for more elaboration but that was some good times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was when I decided, only 1/3 of the way into the Beer it was time to go. So I gave it to Helen in honor of the pick up line and got walked to my car by the men of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do not use the PI pick up line… tried, tested and it Fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do offer to bake some Pie :-) (I don’t like apple if you are wondering)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116066891708915336?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116066891708915336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116066891708915336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116066891708915336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116066891708915336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/10/3141459.html' title='3.141459*'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-116015670174205580</id><published>2006-10-06T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:29:14.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2/3 Aint bad*</title><content type='html'>We played our second game of the season last night.&lt;br /&gt;Last week. Obviously was game 1.&lt;br /&gt;We won 1/3 last week and should have beat them but we had a lot of subs and our rhythm/team work was off. [not that we are actually that good, but it’s a better reason than plain old we suck]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we were as full a team as we could hope for this season. We won 2/3. Not  bad. But the last game just got away from us. For no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;I know I had a mental block. I kept counting seven people on the court for the other team (max in our league is 6) and shouting out, “How come they have seven?” The ref even stopped and looked at me… Apparently there were only six of them. Not a good start.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t the worst ever. But being mentally out of it is worse I think that just having an off night in volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See having an off night can be remedied by practicing. Saying you are mentally off... doesn’t bode well for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: I spent my day at the copy machine, hence the short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend, enjoy the holiday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;** special prize for the commenter who can name title and artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;spelling is not correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-116015670174205580?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116015670174205580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=116015670174205580' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116015670174205580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/116015670174205580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/10/23-aint-bad.html' title='2/3 Aint bad*'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115998835814110996</id><published>2006-10-04T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T09:34:36.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PERSPECTIVE</title><content type='html'>This past Friday was a crazy day at work. My boss was out. He was going on vacation for the weekend with his family on their boat.&lt;br /&gt;Not an odd occurrence. He had a big boat with a whole apartment on it. It was nice. 50 feet nice!&lt;br /&gt;So the plan was as follows:&lt;br /&gt;He has a five year old son in first grade. They keep their boat docked in Amityville and they were going to Greenpoint for the weekend. Now I am NYer and therefore do not know geography. I have tested this theory. My understanding is that LI has two forks. And At one end is Montauk (hence the bumper stickers “Montauk, the End”) So, Greenpoint is the other shore of Montauk. Stay with me here. So for one to travel VIA boat in the water from Amityville to Greenpoint, one would have to go around Montauk in the ocean for a bit and swing back around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we still with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my boss was going to sleep on the boat Thursday night and take the boat to Greenpoint in the am. So that after school the wife and kid would drive to Greenpoint from Rockville Centre and meet my boss on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at about 9:30 am all hell breaks loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I know loosely.&lt;br /&gt;The Boat is equipped with some kind of emergency beacon, which when activated notifies the coast guard and they can track the boat.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this beacon was activated on the boat for a minute. When the coast guard tried to call my boss’s cell phone he didn’t answer. So they called the wife at home. I work in the office, which is adjacent to the home.&lt;br /&gt;So she runs to my office and asks if I heard from him? I had not but I didn’t expect to.&lt;br /&gt;So I am trying to keep her calm and she is freaking out. She tried to call the cell no answer.&lt;br /&gt;So we call the coast guard, they tell her to stay calm, it was prob a glitch and that it wasn’t on for long enough for them to locate the boat but they are going to try and radio him.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I say that since he was in the ocean that’s probably why he didn’t answer the phone, no reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a mere five minutes later we get a call from “Jim” who asks for Mrs. Lans Boss. She is now hysterical. Jim tells us, he found my boss on the beach covered in sand unable to speak and barely breathing. But he seems ok. This was on Fire Island. Jim says he will call 911.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile we are tying to get the coast guard to find the boat. Jim had told us he came to shore on what looked like an inflatable raft. No idea where the big boat is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They airlift my boss via helicopter to the hospital. The wife hightails it to her father who will drive her to the hospital because frankly she is in no state to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day Friday I have no idea what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get snips of information and this is what I have cobbled together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some problem with the engine. Now it’s a big boat with two HUGE engines so there is a room under the boat.&lt;br /&gt;He goes into the engine room and the water is really high up.&lt;br /&gt;He throws up, apparently for quite some time and quite a lot. But I don’t do well with hat stuff so I let him skip over this part.&lt;br /&gt;Then he gets nervous or something because he starts running around the boat for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Finally he grabs the “ditch” bag and jumps onto the tender they have and cuts it lose and gets into the water. So he’s cold and has just thrown up a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereupon by the grace of G-d he lands on the beach and Jim and his wife find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didnt see his boat go down, but as far as he knows the Police have not yet found it, but I dont know that they will...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115998835814110996?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115998835814110996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115998835814110996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115998835814110996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115998835814110996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/10/perspective.html' title='PERSPECTIVE'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115947374994222824</id><published>2006-09-28T15:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T12:43:07.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>QUAD</title><content type='html'>I had an EBT to do today. Now for those of you not well versed in legalese, that’s Examination Before Trial, or Deposition.&lt;br /&gt;Basically the attorneys get to ask the parties questions, under oath before a trial. It’s a fact finding and discovery tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really nervous for this one because it was going to be difficult since this guy was denying he was even involved and of course my client says he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s a car accident. His truck rear-ended my client’s mini van.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the kind of truck with a tailgate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there came a whole discussion about the tailgate because it was big issue. At one point he says, “ I took off the tailgate to put in my Quad” Now I had no idea what that was, and to clarify for myself and the record I asked, “What is a Quad?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole room burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know a quad in several contexts:&lt;br /&gt;-the thigh muscle&lt;br /&gt;-number 4&lt;br /&gt;-and a variation, a group of four men sent to kill people by a dark wizard in the set of books &lt;strong&gt;Ray’s&lt;/strong&gt; roommate [soon to be X-roommate, sorry ;-(], &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt; got me into [&lt;a href="https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=br_ss_hs/102-4140885-5687368?platform=gurupa&amp;url=index%3Dstripbooks%3Arelevance-above&amp;amp;keywords=terry+goodkind"&gt;See for yourself, they are AMAZING!] &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now something that can go in the back of a truck? Not one of my definitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it’s some kind of off-road 4 wheel vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone else know this? Or am I just the loser I think I am?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115947374994222824?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115947374994222824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115947374994222824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115947374994222824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115947374994222824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/09/quad_28.html' title='QUAD'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115936384825888111</id><published>2006-09-27T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:42:21.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten Muffin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/1600/muffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/320/muffin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some weird reason I was thinking about muffins on my way to work.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have not actually had a muffin in a really long time. [too much fat, carbs and of course like 10 points!]&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason I was thinking about the different flavors/types (what is proper description for a muffin)&lt;br /&gt;Now some of the ones I came up with were:&lt;br /&gt;Blueberry&lt;br /&gt;Choc&lt;br /&gt;Choc Chip&lt;br /&gt;Choc Choc chip&lt;br /&gt;Banana Nut&lt;br /&gt;Bran&lt;br /&gt;Carrot&lt;br /&gt;Corn&lt;br /&gt;Cranberry&lt;br /&gt;Cran/Orange&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Poppy&lt;br /&gt;Coffee Cake&lt;br /&gt;Raisin&lt;br /&gt;Raisin Bran&lt;br /&gt;Mixed Berry&lt;br /&gt;Apple&lt;br /&gt;Walnut Rasin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I racked and racked my brain and I do not ever recall seeing a STRAWBERRY MUFFIN. I think its weird. Now I am sure the mixed berry one had strawberries in it (or I hope it did) but not just a strawberry muffin. Not even Strawberry Banana which seems to be muy popular.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen cheescakae, and cherry cheesecake muffins. Still no strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have an answer or have seen such a muffin in a professional/commercial venue please share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my muffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am Hungry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this is why I cant watch the food network so much, bc I am very food pressured. If someone mentions something or I see somehting i get hungry]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115936384825888111?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115936384825888111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115936384825888111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115936384825888111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115936384825888111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/09/forgotten-muffin.html' title='Forgotten Muffin'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115927986302402688</id><published>2006-09-26T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T14:31:40.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Favor First</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you or someone you know would like to see the rolling stones TOMORROW- 9/27 at giants stadium... 8 ROWS UP, at face value, lemme know!!! Or email him: got_matt at yahoo dot com (no spaces )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; [check the comment for spelling, I can't seem to get it right!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So As promised, I am not in Court, so I will regale you with my wit ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was sort of in Court. I finally got sworn in to the CT bar. That’s it, no more Bars for me! (Or at least not the kind that involve a test and paperwork to get into, cover is another story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it was a fast day so I was not doing well. I have now learned that I must break my fast on water and two Tylenol and wait 2 hrs before I can become a normal human. Eating is optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has weird quirks. I noticed I have one with CD’s. Lets say I buy a CD. And when I buy this CD I know there are X number of songs I like and know and the rest are pot luck. I will not skip to those that I know and like but rather I must listen to the whole thing at least three times through before I can skip. Plus if during one of these three times a song is horrible, I may only skip after 1 min of the song with lyrics. Strange right?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I like to give everything a chance. Especially if I paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, radio is diff. I will skip and skip in my car, much like a remote until I find something I like, and even then I will skip to see if there is something better. So I often never listen to full songs on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things one can learn about themselves in traffic are astounding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115927986302402688?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115927986302402688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115927986302402688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115927986302402688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115927986302402688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/09/favor-first.html' title='Favor First'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115893750383601678</id><published>2006-09-22T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T11:46:28.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>I had a crazy Court week. Every morning I was on a train or on the Pallisades going to some Court. I love it! But sadly leaves little time to blogging, but even sadder much time for junk food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont be blogging again for a few days, I have the Holiday all weekend and then I get sworn in to the CT bar on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to wish everyone a Shana Tova (Happy Jewish New Year). Its ok, you can have a good year even if you aren’t of the faith or practicing.&lt;br /&gt;May it be a good and sweet year.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t eat too much!&lt;br /&gt;(Seems to be a running theme in the faith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will regale you with the swinging of the chickens sometime next week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nacho&lt;/strong&gt; and I have a tradition!&lt;br /&gt; Lastly--- I hate Apples! Sorta.. the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; will fill those of you interested in the details of my wackiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115893750383601678?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115893750383601678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115893750383601678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115893750383601678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115893750383601678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115867219618801898</id><published>2006-09-19T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T09:43:02.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME BACK</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt;’s office had some kind of technological issues. The phones were bad, the internet and email was down it was interesting. He didn’t start work till 3 pm.&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t mean he wasn’t busy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office Dares (this is always fun)&lt;br /&gt;ONE-POINT DARES&lt;br /&gt;1. Run one lap around the office at top speed.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ignore the first five people who say 'good morning' to you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Phone someone in the office you barely know, leave your name and say, "Just called to say I can't talk right now. Bye."&lt;br /&gt;4. To signal the end of a conversation, clamp your hands over your ears and grimace.&lt;br /&gt;5. Leave your zipper open for one hour. If anyone points it out, say, "Sorry, I really prefer it this way."&lt;br /&gt;6. Walk sideways to the photocopier.&lt;br /&gt;7. While riding in an elevator, gasp dramatically every time the doors open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO-POINT DARES&lt;br /&gt;1. Say to your boss, "I like your style" and shoot him with double-barreled fingers.&lt;br /&gt;2. Babble incoherently at a fellow employee then ask, "Did you get all that, I don't want to have to repeat it."&lt;br /&gt;3. Page yourself over the intercom (do not disguise your voice).&lt;br /&gt;4. Kneel in front of the water cooler and drink directly from the nozzle (there must be a 'non-player' within sight).&lt;br /&gt;5. Shout random numbers while someone is counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE-POINT DARES&lt;br /&gt;1. At the end of a meeting, suggest that, for once, it would be nice to conclude with the singing of the national anthem (5 extra points if you actually launch into it yourself).&lt;br /&gt;2. Walk into a very busy person's office and while they watch you with growing irritation, turn the light switch on/off 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;3. For an hour, refer to everyone you speak to as "Bob."&lt;br /&gt;4. Announce to everyone in a meeting that you "really have to go do a number two."&lt;br /&gt;5. After every sentence, say 'Mon' in a really bad Jamaican accent. As in "The report's on your desk, Mon." Keep this up for 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;6. While an office mate is out, move their chair into the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;7. In a meeting or crowded situation, slap your forehead repeatedly and mutter,"Shut up, all of you just shut up!"&lt;br /&gt;8. At lunchtime, get down on your knees and announce, "As God is my witness, I'll never go hungry again."&lt;br /&gt;9. In a colleague's DAY PLANNER, write in the 10am slot: "See how I look in tights."(5 Extra points if it is a male, 5 more if he is your boss)&lt;br /&gt;10. Carry your keyboard over to your colleague and ask, "You wannantrade?"&lt;br /&gt;11. Repeat the following conversation 10 times to the same person: "Do you hear that?" "What?" "Never mind, it's gone now."&lt;br /&gt;12. Come to work in army fatigues and when asked why, say, "I can't talk about it."&lt;br /&gt;13. Posing as a maitre d', call a colleague and tell him he's won a lunch for four at a local restaurant. Let him go.&lt;br /&gt;14. Speak with an accent (French, German, Porky Pig, etc) during a very important conference call.&lt;br /&gt;15. Find the vacuum and start vacuuming around your desk.&lt;br /&gt;16. Hang a 2' long piece of toilet roll from the back of your pants and act ngenuinely surprised when someone points it out.&lt;br /&gt;17. Present meeting attendees with a cup of coffee and biscuits, smashing each biscuit with your fist.&lt;br /&gt;18. During the course of a meeting, slowly edge your chair towards the door.&lt;br /&gt;19. Arrange toy figures on the table to represent each meeting attendee, move them according to the movements of their real-life counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;How many points do you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start to write in the am when I get to work. Now on days that I have court this probably wont happen till the afternoon… then of course there are the weekends and them dang holidays coming up. But all in all my “New Years” resolution is to be a better blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE WHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long long time ago I bought tickets to see the WHO at MSG. It was to be their first US tour in a really really long time. I am classic rock fan, so I thought it would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;I got 4 tickets and needed to sell two because I thought I could find others to join but because it was a Monday in the city it was not easy.&lt;br /&gt;I tried and tried and no one was buying.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at the last minute via the &lt;a href="www.craigslist.org"&gt;CL&lt;/a&gt; I got something!&lt;br /&gt;A little above face and I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;I took the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; with me and he actually enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if it was the WHO, the concert, doing something new or the Pot wafting around MSG like bad B.O. but I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Although I will never attempt the re-selling thing again. Way too stressful!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115867219618801898?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115867219618801898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115867219618801898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115867219618801898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115867219618801898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/09/welcome-back.html' title='WELCOME BACK'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115747990541743015</id><published>2006-09-05T14:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:24:41.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to tide you over</title><content type='html'>how come when I drink soda from a can with a straw when I am done there is always soda/foam that comes out of the straw? and gets all over everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far: (I have chnaged identifying items of their screen names)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;SusQ:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: because you dont suck, hard enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nufnuf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: um...because soda ahtes you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Veey18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: hehe, that can destroy your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115747990541743015?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115747990541743015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115747990541743015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115747990541743015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115747990541743015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/09/something-to-tide-you-over.html' title='Something to tide you over'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115642949641059161</id><published>2006-08-24T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:12:36.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaquita Hazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few weeks ago sister &lt;strong&gt;Sho&lt;/strong&gt; emailed us about a new member application. The first of its kind in our short but exciting history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night was the initiation/hazing of &lt;strong&gt;Sig&lt;/strong&gt; into the group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am saddened to say that due to circumstances beyond my control I was unable to physically be at the initiation. But I did send cupcakes and assist with the hazing game. Tacos were served and from what I gather a fun time had by all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mothers DD and Rach were not able to be in attendance.. but maybe one day soon our group can meet as one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just wanted to re-iterate what an amazing group this is. Sig is a worthy new member and we cant wait for her to plan her first event!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Happy for chaquitas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115642949641059161?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115642949641059161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115642949641059161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115642949641059161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115642949641059161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/08/chaquita-hazing.html' title='Chaquita Hazing'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115576171349495056</id><published>2006-08-16T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T09:46:38.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did on my Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>I finally took a vacation day Monday the 14th.&lt;br /&gt;Not a holiday, or sick day, but honest to goodness plain old day off.&lt;br /&gt;Of course the &lt;strong&gt;Bf&lt;/strong&gt; and I made the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a day in the Nutmeg, i.e. CT state.&lt;br /&gt;We started off with breakfast in our favorite restaurant. I personally have never eaten breakfast out. Other than the occasional bagel. So I indulged. PANCAKE! It was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; got eggs, spicy style, also good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were off.&lt;br /&gt;We went picking in an orchard. We picked blueberry, which were tart, peaches and nectarine, which we weren't supposed to, but a guy in the parking lot told us they were good.&lt;br /&gt;You had to let the fruit ripen for a bit off the trees, but they were good and it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;They also had pears, apples and squash which we declined.&lt;br /&gt;See the pics of the fruits of our labor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/1600/Summer%202006%20022.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/320/Summer%202006%20022.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/320/Summer%202006%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/1600/Summer%202006%20033.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/320/Summer%202006%20033.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/320/Summer%202006%20034.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we had a picnic on the water, which was nice. Mostly old people, but pretty and relaxing. I really never did anything like it before.&lt;br /&gt;Then the obligatory stew leonards. Where I pulled on a rope and made a cow moo and saw real live stock! Don't worry &lt;strong&gt;Ray&lt;/strong&gt;, no on was injured :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long day but nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a day in NJ. Now we know how how I feel about this state... sorry &lt;strong&gt;Lish and Hubby&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;First we went to the Jersey Shore at AC to hang on the beach. The weather was good for that. But I don't like sand.&lt;br /&gt;Plus we put our sunscreen on while at the beach, so that and the wind made much sand stick to me. But I did my best. We stayed for about an hour. I was apparently a comedy routine all to myself. Then we changed, ate and headed for the Casinos.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't win, but none-the less I had a great time. They built or are building this really cool mall at the piers which was nice tto. The drive back wasn't even that bad. I got to stop for TCBY :- )&lt;br /&gt;I had a great vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Joshy!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115576171349495056?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115576171349495056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115576171349495056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115576171349495056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115576171349495056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-i-did-on-my-summer-vacation.html' title='What I did on my Summer Vacation'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115531112990526888</id><published>2006-08-11T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T12:02:09.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF?</title><content type='html'>Why cant we ever have just a normal low key Friday?&lt;br /&gt;I am taking my first real vacation day on Monday, not a holiday or sick day, but flat out vacation! So I am kinda in vacation mode now... and I just want to not be bothered until its time to go, is that too much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparantly, yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The g-ds have deemed it not my day.&lt;br /&gt;Our phones are down. All of them. Fax, 2 busniess lines and 1 personal line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the surface this may seem like my wish come true. No annoying clients or attorneys calling or faxing me. Nothing to decipher and nothing 'urgent' to atttend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All true. But this also means I can only do some of my work and must leave the rest.&lt;br /&gt;I cant make calls or fax anything.&lt;br /&gt;I can use my boss's cell phone, but for obvious reasons I can't call clients... so yeah, not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the type of person who cant go to sleep in a bed that is unmade. I cant relax until the dishes are done, and until I am fully unpacked etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a good start to my vacation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115531112990526888?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115531112990526888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115531112990526888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115531112990526888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115531112990526888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/08/tgif.html' title='TGIF?'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115505781825245440</id><published>2006-08-08T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T19:48:00.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2 of the EMERGENCY</title><content type='html'>So I had to buy shoes during lunch. I called &lt;strong&gt;Nacho&lt;/strong&gt; to ask where she thinks I should go. I was led to “Love My Shoes” it was a good size store with many different types. However, I forget one minor problem I have with purchasing shoes… MY SIZE!!! Yeah I buy all my shoes online, because I am a size 5 and they don’t carry my size in stores. So after I realized this, I just wanted anything in my size… matching was gravy. (oh so to console my self, I ate a whole bag if Chex Mix… not good, and now I feel even worse, I am just having one of dem days) I found a pair of Gold Glitter Flip Flops… so ugly, but the price was right $5.99. The glitter falls off! That’s how bad they are. I am seriously considering throwing them after or ebaying them… they are that bad. So now I want normal shoes… and the quest begins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115505781825245440?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115505781825245440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115505781825245440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115505781825245440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115505781825245440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/08/part-2-of-emergency.html' title='Part 2 of the EMERGENCY'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115504637874090138</id><published>2006-08-08T10:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T10:20:45.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>I am a driver.&lt;br /&gt;I drove to law school 40 min and 32 miles each way, for three years. I drive to work now every day. I like to drive. I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;I am the first to admit I am not the best driver. Bu that is subjective, I am not a bad driver. I drive like I act, think and speak. Short, quick and to the point. I don’t care for traffic (although not to many people I know do) or long routes etc…&lt;br /&gt;I weave, I cut off I am inpatient. But I am still safe. (Thanks to Athena more than I used to be)&lt;br /&gt;Now I have several pet peeves of drivers….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slow drivers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who not put on their turn signals. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unecessary Brakers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daydreamers. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The people who when you are tyring to make a left, and are coming opposite you slow down or speed up just enough that you cant make the turn but are forced to wait there for what feels like forever. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rain--&gt; what is it about rain that makes people forget how to drive? do they think its the flood coming back? This goes for extreme heat as well. People who are hott are bad bad drivers. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cars without E-Z Pass, welcome to 2006!!! dont block my lane to try and get ahead of the pack of idiots who have to pay cash, leave me and my EZPass to go in quick peace. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feel free to add your own! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Happy Driving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115504637874090138?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115504637874090138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115504637874090138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115504637874090138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115504637874090138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/08/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115504635178304838</id><published>2006-08-08T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T10:12:31.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOE EMERGENCY!</title><content type='html'>Now I know you are probably thinking what he hell is she talking about? How can SHE have a shoe emergency? (I have over 100 pairs)&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing my cute brown beady flip flops from old navy, which of course they don’t make anymore and all of a sudden the “thong” part came out of the shoe. I tried to scotch tape it back in, and even tried to use a paper clip but nothing worked. So now I walk like a retard….&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can find a shoemaker to fix it. But until then.. I GET TO GO BUY NEW SHOES!!! So something good did come out of it. :-)&lt;br /&gt;But I really liked them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also came in the middle of me writing a post about driving. But now I am just too worked up and distraught about the shoe I cannot think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;So that will be on hold… sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115504635178304838?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115504635178304838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115504635178304838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115504635178304838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115504635178304838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/08/shoe-emergency.html' title='SHOE EMERGENCY!'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115454032468462230</id><published>2006-08-02T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T09:19:52.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>104!!!</title><content type='html'>If I could figure out how to get the pictures on phone to my computer then you would not believe your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The temp according to my &lt;strong&gt;Athena&lt;/strong&gt; thermometer reached 104!!! Toping the previous high of 102. Now you may think it dork like, but I did take a picture with my nifty trusty phone of the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to show you how hot it is, The Dixie Chicks {see &lt;strong&gt;Susanne’s&lt;/strong&gt; blog, link --&gt; for more info on them}were supposed to perform tonight at the  Jones beach Theatre, but bc its just too gosh dang hot, they postponed it…. I really want to go… [HINT HINT mr &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; ;-)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been too long and I would like to use the heat as an excuse or even better that I am busy at work, but alas neither is true, although I wish the later was, because I am really bored. Truth is, a) I have become lazy and b) my life is boring. But not in a bad way, just in a way that there is nothing to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought of something!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; and I went ICE SKATING on Sunday. No you did not read that wrong. But how amazing is he? What a great idea no? It was in a place called Iceland and it was fun. I couldn’t find my skates so I had to rent and I forgot gloves but I had a really fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new with volleyball except we have not yet won, which is not fun.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SHO PASSED HER BOARDS AND GOT A JOB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She’s a big girl now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ray&lt;/strong&gt; quit her job… and my friend in Cleveland had a baby boy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s all for now folks. Sorry my life isn’t all soap opera-ish for now, but lets hope it’s the heat and that things get interesting so I can report to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a meaningful 9th, for those of you who get that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115454032468462230?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115454032468462230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115454032468462230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115454032468462230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115454032468462230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/08/104.html' title='104!!!'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115374985716852263</id><published>2006-07-24T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T10:04:17.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday July 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had volleyball tonight. Now of course we lost all three games, but yet this was not the worst part of my night. How could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;Well open exiting the building, I could not find my car. Not because I was re-living a seinfeld moment and was in a huge parking garage. No, No… because my car was towed. Yes Towed but by the NYPD.&lt;br /&gt;Now I was waiting till I had my pics of the signs uploaded to write about this so you could fully understand the injustice, but the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; brought it to my attention that I have neglected y’all for too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the tale:&lt;br /&gt;I come out of V-ball to see no &lt;strong&gt;Athena&lt;/strong&gt;. Now I am not 100% sure it was towed and not stolen. So first I look for a ticket or note on the meter telling me it was towed. Of course there is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Then I see a passing cop and ask him what to do. Turns out, not really a cop but a security guard for the place next door.&lt;br /&gt;I call 311 and this is the beginning of the exchange:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; :“Hi, I wanted to know if you can tell me if my car was towed or if I should report it stolen.” Yes not the best way to formulate the question, but I was little in shock, it does not however explain the response…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;311 Operator&lt;/strong&gt;: “ Ma’am [I am going to let this go] is this the first time you are reporting this vehicle today” Um.. if I already reported it, wouldn’t I know what the heck happened???&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Yes, I cam and found my car missing, and I didn’t want to call the police and fill out a report if it was really towed”&lt;br /&gt;311: “Well I can transfer you to a number and they may be able to tell you if it was towed”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he transfers me and its whole to-do automated thing. Basically my car was towed. So I find out where and we start walking towards it.&lt;br /&gt;Its like 8:30 ish now and I am wondering if they will be open. So I call. No answer, but a voice mail that says, “ Leave a message with your name, a phone number and your vehicle license plate and we will get back tot you within 24 hours” So I did…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY HAVE NOT YET CALLED ME BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call my &lt;strong&gt;brother&lt;/strong&gt; who has had this happen to him, although he was towed to a different place. He thinks they are closed and if not they will close at 9. So the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; (who has been amazingly supportive) and I hail a cab and jet down to the “pound” on 34th and the west side highway (brings back bad Bar memories, which reminds me… GOOD LUCK TO EVERYONE TAKING THE BAR!!! Stop studying NOW! And go to a movie!). Turns out, they are open 24 hours. After this the process is relatively painless.&lt;br /&gt;In about 30 min I am back in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never been it is interesting. The hold a few hundred cars in this large hangar type place, that is so big I had to be driven in the police van to my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I am going to fight it!&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck…&lt;br /&gt; Oh yeah and GO SPIKED PUNCH!!! (please)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115374985716852263?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115374985716852263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115374985716852263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115374985716852263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115374985716852263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/07/monday-july-17-we-had-volleyball.html' title=''/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115288685317673272</id><published>2006-07-14T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T12:05:28.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes On Me</title><content type='html'>I had to make a call today for some lawyer listing service. Really irrelevant. I didn’t know the # so my boss gave it to me. Now its 1800 number. So I call, and this is what I hear, “Hi! Come party with us! For fun call 1800-5551212 (not right number)” So I call again, thinking I must have dialed wrong.&lt;br /&gt;No, same message.&lt;br /&gt;So I intercom the boss. I say ha ha, very funny, now can I have the right one.&lt;br /&gt;You have to understand we throw paper-airplanes and shoot rubber band at each other, so its not beyond belief that he would do this.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, he didn’t. He inverted the last four numbers. I called 4401 and the number was 4041. He apologized, but we all got a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got any funny work tales?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115288685317673272?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115288685317673272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115288685317673272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115288685317673272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115288685317673272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/07/jokes-on-me.html' title='Jokes On Me'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115280437162780109</id><published>2006-07-13T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T11:31:38.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Man's Best Friend</title><content type='html'>First I must say that I hate the rain. Especially driving in it. I mean the downpours are awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I met &lt;strong&gt;Ray&lt;/strong&gt; for a date. We went to din and then watched &lt;strong&gt;Josh Sh’s&lt;/strong&gt; wedding Dvd. Or as much as we could handle without a fast forward button. Long story involving someone named Spam and YU and the missing remote control. Its really not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other breaking news~~the &lt;strong&gt;Aussie&lt;/strong&gt; got engaged and so did &lt;strong&gt;D, Ray’s roommate&lt;/strong&gt;! (the only good D in my life!) Soooooooo happy. Its like engagement fever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had mentioned over the weekend to the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; how I wanted a dog. Not right away but eventually. So does my &lt;strong&gt;Bro&lt;/strong&gt; and His &lt;strong&gt;Ms. K&lt;/strong&gt; (as she will now be referred) is having none of that. I even had a name, I was going to call it CrackHead in honor of many a fun times (not involving elicit drug use! What would the Bar people say? but in all seriousness I never did drugs, it’s a joke) and call it &lt;strong&gt;Cracky&lt;/strong&gt; for short. Hey, if &lt;strong&gt;Ray&lt;/strong&gt; can have “CrackGrandma” I can have &lt;strong&gt;Cracky&lt;/strong&gt; the dog. My &lt;strong&gt;bro&lt;/strong&gt; wants to name his imaginary never to be in existence dog, Tushy which is cute and totally apropos. I hear Adam Sandler named his dog Matzoth Ball. Confirmation from you Celebrity Stalkers is welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; is anti dog or any pet, well I think fish are ok, so he is trying to convince me of that. In his great marketing plan, he enlists the use of a decoy. He bought me the cutest little stuffed Dalmatian ever. I of course named it CrackHead, but I call it &lt;strong&gt;Cracky&lt;/strong&gt; for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to take a pic of my beloved &lt;strong&gt;Cracky&lt;/strong&gt;, so I searched online for something remotely similar and this is what I found:&lt;a href="http://www.stuffedark.com/dalmatiandg.htm"&gt;Cracky's Cousin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its soft and cuddly, and this is probably the most girly post I have ever written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last week &lt;strong&gt;Spiked Punch&lt;/strong&gt; lost badly in the playoffs. Now I will not assign blame, but lets say I had a great game and someone else on my Team, We will call him &lt;strong&gt;Mr. C &lt;/strong&gt;who thinks he is g-d's gift to the game, messed up a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at the end of the game when we were all dejected and pissed he tried to tell me all the things I did wrong. SO I LET IT RIP! I was in no mood, especially when I, and I think most of my team mates felt it was really him who did us in. Do not get me wrong is not bad, but he is a HUGE ball hog which is not good in this sport. Yeah so I respectfully let him have it. For those of you who remember, Ala a &lt;strong&gt;Lou&lt;/strong&gt; and I fight :-) ah memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the new season started last week and we were civil to each other, I actually think he is a little afraid of me, which isn’t so bad. We didn’t play well. But then again we have a lot of new players so I hope we do well this season. I am thinking of it as the practice season anyway. Fall is the big leagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a whole new rotation and I think it will really work. We just need to practice. I need to learn how to set and the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; must learn to Bump, but he is an AMAZING net player. &lt;strong&gt;Mr. C&lt;/strong&gt; needs to learn to share and play as a team. I think we have our work cut out for us, but nothing we can't handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you fasting, have an easy and meaningful one. For those of you who don’t understand what I am talking about remember to hydrate, drink before you feel thirsty and you will be fine in the heat. For those of you who understood what I meant, but are not fasting… I am jealous, sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;All in all, HAPPY THURSDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*p.s. AC has not happened and I do not think it will be this weekend or in the near near future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115280437162780109?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115280437162780109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115280437162780109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115280437162780109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115280437162780109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/07/mans-best-friend_13.html' title='Man&apos;s Best Friend'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115219556786568733</id><published>2006-07-06T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T14:59:55.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER DUPER BLOG ENTRY*</title><content type='html'>Yeah, its been a while, and boy have things been happening.&lt;br /&gt;So lets take em one by one…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FRIDAY JUNE 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got out of work early. Which was really nice. Nothing else special to recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SATURDAY JULY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the Devil Wears Prada with &lt;strong&gt;Nacho, Shan&lt;/strong&gt;, and the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt;. Loved the movie. Still debating if it was better than the book or not. Props to the man for joining three women in the chick flick and scoring some of us free tkts. Or should I thank slick deals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SUNDAY JULY 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning was basically spent during errands. Then we had a BBQ and the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; and I watched the Yankees KILL the Mets at Yankee Stadium. It was a great game. Brings new meaning to the slogan,” No lead is safe with the Mets”&lt;br /&gt;The fun times did not stop with the professionals on the field, no no.&lt;br /&gt;First the game was rain delayed. Then when it finally started we learned that we were in the middle of quite a rowdy bunch of people. We saw some “police brutality” as they broke up a fight really close. Then the women in front of us kept yelling at people to sit down because they were blocking her view. The Guy behind us to the right was annoyed at her yelling, and the man to our left and behind us was drunk and just overall interesting to watch. But even better was that we learned he is a Tax Attorney at KPMG. So of course I got his # and I hope to call him today. [In this situation getting a mans # is acceptable for many reasons, 1) the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; was there and approved, 2) The man is married 3) its for a job, and 4) he is nasty, ugly and weird.]&lt;br /&gt;Since the game was pretty much a shut out [16-7 I believe was the final] by the time we left at the end getting out of the parking lot was a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MONDAY JULY 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were invited to spend the day on my &lt;strong&gt;boss’s&lt;/strong&gt; boat in Montauk. The &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; picked me up and we drove the 3 hours. We did not get lost or hit traffic. But the main way to get there is Route 27 which is sunrise highway, and that far out it becomes one lane with a light so that is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;We got there and hung out on the boat for a bit. The boss made some good pina coladas. Then the women went to the pool and the boss took the BF on his little boat, which is called “Too fast For You” and all I can say is that everyone came home alive. I assume the BF will comment and tell you all exactly what happened and what that experience was like.&lt;br /&gt;Then they joined us at the pool. We hung out in the poll until I pruned.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; saw &lt;strong&gt;MARK GREEN&lt;/strong&gt;, some local Long Island politician and he was really excited but I have no idea who it is.&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the boat and changed and went out to eat. We had ice cream and walked around some shops. I wanted to get matching “Montauk the End” shirts but &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; said it was gay.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we left. The ride back was much shorter. We did miss the LIE but we made it back in like 2 hours. It was a fun but way tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JULY 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today my &lt;strong&gt;brother&lt;/strong&gt; is proposing to his &lt;strong&gt;GF&lt;/strong&gt;. His plan is to get pulled over by a cop, get frisked, have him find the ring and propose. He pre-arranged it with the cop before.&lt;br /&gt;So I spent all day preparing the food/table etc…&lt;br /&gt;See pics below: (&lt;em&gt;what do you think? it was all me and my other bro&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/1600/IMG_1814.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/1600/IMG_1811.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/320/IMG_1811.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BK Cups and Name Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/1600/IMG_1812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/320/IMG_1812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table- Side View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/1600/IMG_1815.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/320/IMG_1815.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/1600/IMG_1816.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/320/IMG_1816.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiered Cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/1600/IMG_1817a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/320/IMG_1817a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All went as planned. So it was a nice night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MAZAL TOV BEN AND KIMMY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JULY 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had to wake up super early to get to a meeting for my boss since he is on vacation still. I basically got 3 hours of sleep. Thank g-d for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I also finally finished the first spool of yarn for my scarf. The first knitting project I am doing and I went to the place to add on the next one. I cant wait to learn more. I hope to be able to finish and put up a pic soon.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had din with the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;his parents&lt;/strong&gt;. That’s all, the four of us. It was nice. But the whole idea was what was weird for me. I had a good time. But I made it an early night since I was really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JULY 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wish I got a better night sleep last night. I was tossing and turning because I had to wake up early and I was worried that I wouldn’t get enough sleep. So it made me not be able to fall asleep. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPIKED PUNCH MADE THE PLAYOFFS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we play tonight. If we win we have the Championship right after. So I am praying for a double header. But if not, I won’t say the extra sleep isn’t welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is enough to tide you over for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to AC for the weekend, but as NJ is closed (not that I am not a little happy, I mean the whole state of NJ closed, BRILLIANT! [Sorry Marc] but it does ruin plans a bit) we may go to CT instead for forgo for another weekend. Who really knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*title is courtesy of the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115219556786568733?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115219556786568733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115219556786568733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115219556786568733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115219556786568733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/07/super-duper-blog-entry.html' title='SUPER DUPER BLOG ENTRY*'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115161272910647001</id><published>2006-06-29T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T16:26:03.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>911 Please Hold...</title><content type='html'>I was upstairs talking to Arlene.(She’s the paralegal/secretary) chillin out passing time..&lt;br /&gt;BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;We run to the window to see if someone hit our cars. No hit.&lt;br /&gt;So then we run to the front. And all we hear is this horn….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a HUGE accident. (well not like someone died or a car blew up, but I thought it was) but still bad..&lt;br /&gt;So I ran and called 911, which was drama in and of itself. See Arlene’s phone is the closest, but her #1 doesn’t work. So 911 was out. Then my boss’s office. He has two phones. The first one, the battery was dead. So by my third attempt I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my office is in a residential area. And it’s the most interesting corner. It is a cross section of 5 streets. So its really hard to dive through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were two cars in this accident.&lt;br /&gt;1 little blue thing, which was so dented I could not tell what it was and #2 a Buick SUV thing.&lt;br /&gt;I know the Buick’s airbag deployed but not sure about blue car. &lt;br /&gt;So As I call 911 Arlene goes out to see what’s going on.&lt;br /&gt;Buick driver is an older woman. She is conscious and seems ok. Cant get out of car but no blood or pain that she sees or feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver #2 is a different story. When I get there she is on he grass twitching and barely breathing. We are trying to get her to talk and say her name and stuff but its not working. (there are a few other people around) Arlene has the woman’s phone and is talking to someone but they cant hear her bc of the horn. It was stuck beeping from the accident and the car was leaking stuff so no one wanted to go near it.&lt;br /&gt;So I take the phone and go across the street to speak to who ever it is. They hung up or got disconnected. So I scroll through to try and see who to call. There is no ICE person [NOTE: Everyone should have an ICE- In Case of Emergency number on their phone installed as ICE for things like this]&lt;br /&gt;So I find one that says BRO. I call. Its her brother. He asks if his nephew was in the car. I say no. And then he asks a bunch more questions and hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;During this I think I get her name. Which we wanted so we can call to her and try and get her speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later learn from Arlene who was with her alone for as few minutes before the bystanders come, that she tumbled out of her car and was like twitching and her eyes were going to the back of her head. So glad I did not witness that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cops/fire/ambulance come.&lt;br /&gt;They give the woman on the ground oxygen and get her on a backboard and stretcher and put her in the ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the older woman is still in her car. They cover her with some kind of sheet and BLAST OPEN THE DRIVER SIDE DOOR, WHILE SHE WAS STILL THERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;They take acre of her while she is in the car. Neck brace, clean some cuts etc.. and eventually she goes on a backboard and stretcher in another ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we are watching them deal with the honking horn/leaking car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh they also closed the streets. So all of a sudden this car comes barreling down the street, right at Arlene’s back and this cop is sticking his hands up motioning to slow down. This woman leaps out of her car, I am surprised she put it into park, because she didn’t turn it off. The cops are yelling at her and the whole time she is screaming, “That’s my daughter!!!” So they calm her down barely and explain she is in the ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point there is nothing really to see so Arlene and I attempt to cross the street without getting hit ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the clean up.&lt;br /&gt;Its interesting. This is kind of what my brother does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What a way to turn a boring day interesting. No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115161272910647001?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115161272910647001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115161272910647001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115161272910647001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115161272910647001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/06/911-please-hold.html' title='911 Please Hold...'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115142038895892541</id><published>2006-06-27T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:25:22.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Priest, a Rabbi and  a Pirate...</title><content type='html'>The beginning of a good joke? No, something I actually witnessed. I lived my very own bad joke.&lt;br /&gt;I was in court one day waiting for an elevator (in Queens most of ones day is spent waiting for an elevator) and out walks, a priest, rabbi and a pirate (ok a guy wearing an eye patch, but that does not make the joke funny). SO the joke goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A priest, a rabbi and a pirate walk out of a courtroom... [INSERT PUNCHLINE] feel free to send me the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just needed a good subject to reel you in. &lt;strong&gt;Arona&lt;/strong&gt;, sent a mass email a few weeks ago. She needed a favor and the subject (I am sorry for not remembering verbatim) had to do with Lima beans. So heck ya I opened it! And even when she sent another, and I knew it had nothing to do with Lima beans, I opened it anyway! That's marketing :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am finally shaking this cold thing. Which has not come fast enough for me. If you recall, last Monday I came in to work and left early and did not come in Tuesday, and begrudingly went to Court on Wednesday. I was feeling ok, and then Friday I developed a cough??? So I stayed in Saturday. But Sunday the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; and I had great plans. We were goingt o try and do part of our CT day of fun. AKA Day in the Nutmeg State. We went to the Norwalk aquarium, saw and IMAX, b ig tutrle, jelly fish etc.. it was really nice. And they have a great view. I wish I was 100%. Maybe we can do it again. Then the coolest mall ever! I can't wait to do it again.  [&lt;em&gt;pictures I hope of all them fishes to be posted soon&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were off to &lt;strong&gt;Marylou's&lt;/strong&gt; BBQ B-day bash. Which was fun, but we couldn't stay long, because I needed to get to bed to go to court in the am and I was not feeling well. I think it was my lack of sleep. So I have been sleeping much more and I am finally feeling almost like myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the debate is weather or not run tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nyrr.org/race/2006/r0627x00.php"&gt;Run Until the Violence Stops- Propect Park, Brooklyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The factors to be considered are:&lt;br /&gt;1) My health&lt;br /&gt;2) The weather&lt;br /&gt;3) Timing&lt;br /&gt;4) Location Location Location&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115142038895892541?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115142038895892541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115142038895892541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115142038895892541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115142038895892541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/06/priest-rabbi-and-pirate.html' title='A Priest, a Rabbi and  a Pirate...'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115109182404061753</id><published>2006-06-23T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:43:44.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>So I was alone today at work.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually scared for part of the day. And this manifested itself in some mad texting and emailing to make me feel like I was not alone. So thanks to all of you who participated.&lt;br /&gt;I was also on AOL for part of the day but then Bossman called and I felt like he knew I was goofing off so I signed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way here I saw 3 accidents. THREE!!! Is there some kind of holiday that I am not aware of?&lt;br /&gt;My boss is in vaca, and the secretary had her daughters graduation today, but other than that there were no other life events that I was aware of to justify these accident. And they were bad. One car was burnt to a crisp. One was smashed in and the other I couldn't see but traffic was way backed up so I am assuming it was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah before I forget. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;CONGRATS ALI!!! (She got into law school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I just hope you really want to be a lawyer, because take it from me, the first year and then the loans are so not worth it if you don't want to actually practice law. Feel free to call me and cry any time and I have outlines and Bar Prep galore!!! Cant wait to share!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I managed to do some work and get things done and before I knew it, time to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to write a whole long post about it, but for some reason I never got around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I did get spooked when some random car parked outside the office and I didn't see a guy. Then all of a sudden he appeared and was changing his shoes. Freaky and Weird. But I have but a few more minutes to go, so I am going to clean up and get ready to jet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Great Weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115109182404061753?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115109182404061753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115109182404061753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115109182404061753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115109182404061753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/06/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115100783988645014</id><published>2006-06-22T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T16:23:59.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Down</title><content type='html'>I have heard of late that I need to slow down. I go too fast and do too much. I have been told in the past that I don't know how to relax. Well that depends on your definition of relaxing no? Last Summer &lt;strong&gt;Nacho&lt;/strong&gt; and I took the best vacation ever! 11 cities in 12 days and little or no sleep. To some this is not a vacation, but to me sitting on a beach and doing next to nothing gets old quickly. [Dear &lt;strong&gt;MR. BF&lt;/strong&gt; do not worry I will deal with sand for you this summer] So I decided to learn how to knit.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out there is a store down the block from my office, right next door to the deli that I frequent for coffee, cookies, drinks etc...&lt;br /&gt;I had my first lesson today. Not bad. I am knitting a scarf. Because that is the easiest thing to learn they say. And there are so many possibilities. So I am excited. Of course my &lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt; said, "what you need is to relax, not to have on more thing to do with your day" But supposedly this is relaxing. So I am willing to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I have been &lt;a href="http://gedditknitted.blogspot.com/"&gt;A knitting Blog I found&lt;/a&gt; and although I will never be one of these people, its good to know they exist. Maybe I will take before and after pictures for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, tonight is the last spiked punch regular season game. All we need is to win 1/3 and we make the playoffs... so pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course&lt;br /&gt;GO SPIKED PUNCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115100783988645014?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115100783988645014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115100783988645014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115100783988645014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115100783988645014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/06/slow-down.html' title='Slow Down'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115091029424038102</id><published>2006-06-21T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T13:18:14.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Tales</title><content type='html'>It all started late Sunday night (or early Monday morning) around 2:30 am. I woke up with a clogged head. My nose, ears everything hurt. Especially when I swallowed. I took some Advil Cold and Sinus, which I think is the best OTC drug around. I attempted to get back to sleep. It finally happened around 5:00am. I was set to wake up at 6:15. So I did. Still not feeling well, but also not liking the idea of calling in sick on a Monday. I went into work. All sick and left after lunch, bc I just could not handle it.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to have din with the &lt;strong&gt;BF and family&lt;/strong&gt; on Monday night then hang with &lt;strong&gt;Nacho&lt;/strong&gt;. So of course, all of that got cancelled. But the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; totally earned his keep. He came to my house not only with soup, but with SHOES!!! Two pairs!!! And they fit. And are super comfy! Plus he wore scrubs. Totally amazing BF behavior!&lt;br /&gt;I called in sick on Tuesday but I had to go in today because I had a court appearance.&lt;br /&gt;It was all the way in Rockland County, so of course I got lost. I made it there and back. Got some tea, and took more meds.&lt;br /&gt;All set to get back to work. However get-well wishes are always welcome! Hope you’re healthy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115091029424038102?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115091029424038102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115091029424038102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115091029424038102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115091029424038102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/06/sick-tales.html' title='Sick Tales'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115039695505081848</id><published>2006-06-15T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T15:43:05.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>On the train today the woman in the seat across from me was looking for her contact. Now this must be the weirdest and hardest thing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;I do not wear contacts so I am not proficient in their use or terms, but I can not imagine how something falls out of your eye.&lt;br /&gt;I mean our eyeballs stay in there pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;Then in theory you wear contacts to correct your vision.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, when you are not wearing, your sight is impaired.&lt;br /&gt;Well, following this logic, once your contact has “left” your eye, how the hell are you supposed to be able to see to find it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth the whole contact thing baffles me. Maybe I can get the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; to make the switch and teach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides I always wanted to wear the colored ones to change my eyes to Brown. Yeah I’m weird, but you should have realized that by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thursday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NACHO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she will grace us with a b-day post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me her&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;shan&lt;/strong&gt; are going to sushi and a movie to celebrate, yeah we know how to PART-A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- No idea if she found the contact, I think she gave up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115039695505081848?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115039695505081848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115039695505081848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115039695505081848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115039695505081848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/06/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115014518810690794</id><published>2006-06-12T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:48:28.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdest Place for a paper cut…</title><content type='html'>When I go to court I have to take the files for my cases with me. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;Since some of them are really big I try to downsize only what I need for the particular appearance. This saves my back, feet and bag.&lt;br /&gt;I downsized significantly for my appearance tomorrow, or rather what I felt was a significant amount.&lt;br /&gt;After shoving everything into the bag, I realized two things:&lt;br /&gt;1) NO WAY was I going to be able to lift this, let alone carry it around.&lt;br /&gt;2) I do not need all this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being the avid packer I am, the file was in the bag very snuggly. In order to get the necessary leverage to get the file out with out I had to put in on the floor and anchor it with my legs and yank the file out with my arm. Now on the way up the file grazed the inside of my right knee where I now have a paper cut in the oddest place…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115014518810690794?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115014518810690794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115014518810690794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115014518810690794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115014518810690794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/06/weirdest-place-for-paper-cut.html' title='Weirdest Place for a paper cut…'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-115013895855921443</id><published>2006-06-11T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:46:04.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three days of Rain</title><content type='html'>Yes I finally did it! I got the &lt;strong&gt;BF &lt;/strong&gt;to got to Broadway. Granted, not a musical or anything but still its a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course he didn't like it. He says he doesn't like that people in the theatre speak differently than regular people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comment bugged me a little, but I know I will not change him, or anyone else with the same views. Some people don't enjoy such cultural activities. To each his own. He is not wrong. The dialogue is not like our regular everyday speech, but that is what makes the whole thing amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did like the rain special effect though, so that was something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was one of the best shows I have seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true, Julia Roberts really did nothing for the play. I mean she didn't suck. But her whole performance felt very rigid and like she was tense. I am not a critic by any means but I thought that &lt;a href="http://www.broadway.com/gen/Buzz_Star_File.aspx?ci=522827"&gt;Bradley Cooper&lt;/a&gt; was AMAZING! Suprisingly, even better than &lt;a href="http://www.broadway.com/gen/Buzz_Star_File.aspx?ci=522873"&gt;Paul Rudd&lt;/a&gt; who I thought of as more famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its set in two time periods. First the "present"which is really 1995 and then the second act reverts back to the 1960's. I like that you had to think for a bit to fit the pieces together, but not too much. The right amount. It was funny and emotional all at once. And yes, there was real rain.&lt;br /&gt;Its basically three people (2 of whom are siblings) getting together to reconcile the estates of their fathers who were partners in a big architectural firm. The play traces a path through the children, the mothers and fathers across time and other life events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;If you have the budget and the time I would recommend it. (as if that means anything)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-115013895855921443?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115013895855921443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=115013895855921443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115013895855921443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/115013895855921443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/06/three-days-of-rain.html' title='Three days of Rain'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114986394348330648</id><published>2006-06-09T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:39:03.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it Forward, Internet Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.evanwashere.com/StolenSidekick/"&gt; If it helps, Why not?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114986394348330648?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114986394348330648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114986394348330648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114986394348330648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114986394348330648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/06/pay-it-forward-internet-version_09.html' title='Pay it Forward, Internet Version'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114981975889664508</id><published>2006-06-08T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T22:22:38.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I played hookey today from work.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really sick, but I needed a day off to get my stuff together.&lt;br /&gt;So I called in sick.&lt;br /&gt;Besides I didn't have court and those days are few and far between so I used it to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned up my room, did some filling, paid some bills and took a nap.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I finally organized my recipes.&lt;br /&gt;We collect them from the times and other sources and they were beginning to become unmanageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had errands to run.&lt;br /&gt;Library, photo store, staples, mall etc..&lt;br /&gt;And I still forgot to get toothpaste! No worries, I wasn't out, just low ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun though. Hung out with &lt;strong&gt;Nacho&lt;/strong&gt;, which was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good day, and nice, I wish there were more hours for sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114981975889664508?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114981975889664508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114981975889664508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114981975889664508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114981975889664508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-played-hookey-today-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114962449642156490</id><published>2006-06-06T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:08:16.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Line</title><content type='html'>My new favorite Lyric is:&lt;br /&gt;"Hijacked a Rainbow and crashed into a pot of Gold"&lt;br /&gt;How freakin awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos if you are not &lt;strong&gt;Susanne&lt;/strong&gt; or the &lt;strong&gt;BF's sis&lt;/strong&gt; and can guess the singer/song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing new to add, but I must say hi to my farthest readers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie and Seth in Maryland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you coming to the USA? I mean NY? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great night and of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;GO SPIKED PUNCH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114962449642156490?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114962449642156490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114962449642156490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114962449642156490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114962449642156490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/06/best-line.html' title='Best Line'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114961442157294568</id><published>2006-06-06T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T15:45:53.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Josh</title><content type='html'>It’s not easy for a lawyer to write,&lt;br /&gt;So I will do my best to make it sound right. &lt;br /&gt;An Ode to Josh is my assigned task, &lt;br /&gt;Please don’t laugh is all that I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sports man he definitely is. &lt;br /&gt;Knowing the score, he makes it his Biz. &lt;br /&gt;Of course that is not all that he does. &lt;br /&gt;Would I stay with him if it was? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounting is what takes up his day, &lt;br /&gt;And one day he will be a big CPA. &lt;br /&gt;He is funny, and smart and very very nice, &lt;br /&gt;Plus he is a big fan of the rice. :- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brooks is his favorite shop, &lt;br /&gt;Too bad he has never held a mop. &lt;br /&gt;Cooking and cleaning are not in his skills, &lt;br /&gt;Its ok as long as he pays the bills. :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now it must be clear, &lt;br /&gt;That we are all laughing here, &lt;br /&gt;This concludes my Ode to Stud, &lt;br /&gt;Sorry this poem was a dud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114961442157294568?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114961442157294568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114961442157294568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114961442157294568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114961442157294568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/06/ode-to-josh.html' title='Ode to Josh'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114939934725244393</id><published>2006-06-04T01:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T16:53:50.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/06-03-2006/news/story/423197p-357176c.html"&gt;My Famous Friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114939934725244393?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114939934725244393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114939934725244393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114939934725244393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114939934725244393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-famous-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114909658833286930</id><published>2006-05-31T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T13:29:48.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses are for sissies</title><content type='html'>Lets face it, this will not be a daily blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep breath, we can handle this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I did the best thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I took a yoga class, which was good. She did a lot of stretching and I hoping to make it a regular thing because I need to learn how to slow down. Apparently it is not good for my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took a step class. And I did double risers! LOVED IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a race this Sunday, its 4.8 miles and I want to finish in 40 min or less. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my new link. I get bored during work and its easier to surf than post. But I will try and get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. Lewis was o.k. I mean he is Lewis so there is inherent awesomeness but it was not the best performance. I lost at the casino but the &lt;strong&gt;BF &lt;/strong&gt;came back with a little extra cash.. lets see how he spends it :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114909658833286930?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114909658833286930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114909658833286930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114909658833286930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114909658833286930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/05/excuses-are-for-sissies.html' title='Excuses are for sissies'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114858670513411200</id><published>2006-05-25T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:51:45.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I were joking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://home.inreach.com/jdcard/engl3007/airplane.htm"&gt;What I learned at work today&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114858670513411200?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114858670513411200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114858670513411200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114858670513411200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114858670513411200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-wish-i-were-joking.html' title='I wish I were joking'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114857251012401327</id><published>2006-05-25T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T11:55:10.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FLEET WEEK</title><content type='html'>Thank you Nacho for reminding me. And in  honor of this I will recount my week, since I have been a bad poster ;-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday May 21:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mets v. Yankees @ Shea with the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Not only did my Yankees lose, and not with dignity, but thank g-d it was only 9 innings. Has any one else noticed that it’s becoming the norm for games to go overtime? I mean look at this weeks 16 INNING game…. It was MIGHTY cold. So cold. We had nothing behind us in our section (no we were not high up) and the wind was crazy. Not even the free credit card blanket saved us.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to wait for the train for 45 minutes! Driving would have been faster, but parking would have sucked, and I was too tired to drive, and the most important thing, &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; LOVES TRAINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. &lt;strong&gt;tree boy&lt;/strong&gt; got married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday May 22:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;G-d awful. &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; played hooky from work, which was one of the smartest things he did. I had to go to Brooklyn for court in the a.m. then off to Queens for a conference in the p.m. I find my court time fun, if not exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;My Brooklyn thing was scheduled for 9:30 I was done by like 9:45. Normally I am done around 11 and then I would go straight to Queens. Seeing as how I am a good employee and I was really on my boss’s dime I called him to ask if he wanted me to go back to the office and then head out to Queens. And the response was: [YET ANOTHER REASON I LOVE MY JOB]&lt;br /&gt;“Go down to federal court, get an application for admission” I did and was done quickly. Called him back and he said, “Don’t you have a friend who works down there? Go find her, have lunch, take it easy, but make sure you are in Queens by 2:00” this was 11:00am. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;So I found &lt;strong&gt;Shan&lt;/strong&gt; at her office. In Bankruptcy court, which is beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;We talked, I got a tour and then… WE WENT SHOPPING!!!! I got me a skirt and a pair of shoes!&lt;br /&gt;Got starbucks and made it to Queens with plenty of time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;Got back to the office at like 3:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dead tired, but I had a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut class with &lt;strong&gt;Nacho&lt;/strong&gt; because I needed sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed at like 9:00. AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday May 23:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Court again. At 11:30 but it was ok. After work went to the gym, then a shiur with my &lt;strong&gt;mom&lt;/strong&gt; and early to bed, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I had to be at work 6:45 am!!! For a networking meeting. It was fun. But I am seriously sleep deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Court again. Seriously like it.&lt;br /&gt;Met a guy I took my review course with, we chatted for a bit to pass the time. I got back to work at like 11:30.&lt;br /&gt;Worked (i.e. made it look like I was working) and headed out at 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a pedicure at a new place near the &lt;strong&gt;BF’s&lt;/strong&gt; house. It was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had din with the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; and his family, which he pointed out I had not done in a while. My bad. Then we went shopping for food for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;WE ARE GOING TO SEE LEWIS BLACK!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Caffeine Consumption for May 24th 2006:&lt;br /&gt;5:45 am- home, 1 cup of coffee (8oz)&lt;br /&gt;6:15 am- bagel store on way to work, 1 cup Tea, with Caffeine (8 oz)&lt;br /&gt;7:10 am- Meeting, 1 medium size coffee, (16 oz)&lt;br /&gt;2:00 pm- Lunch Break- Dunkin Donuts medium Ice Coffee (16 oz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SERIOUSLY WIRED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we have a game against our team from last season.. I hope we at least take one game, and make em sweat, but I really just want to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your holiday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have some pics and great stories for the after Black post :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114857251012401327?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114857251012401327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114857251012401327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114857251012401327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114857251012401327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/05/fleet-week.html' title='FLEET WEEK'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114796052738323267</id><published>2006-05-18T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T10:26:54.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Car Washes are Bad</title><content type='html'>Yesterday (I think) I got a car wash. It was a real deal $5 for my SUV exterior only. But Hey, not paying that $1.50-$3.00 SUV sur-charge is a bargain in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I am driving to work today I almost got into an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?", you may ask...? Well because some bird flew into my windshield.&lt;br /&gt;I attribute this to me stellar car wash, or more likely as is my luck, a retarded bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this story was merely a pre-amble to another apology for leaving you for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that now since I have gotten admitted and can stand up in court and do nothing, that has become my job.&lt;br /&gt;There should be a limit to how many times a day one should be allowed to take a train, or at least be in Jamaica station. I am sure i would win or lose this contest, depending on your view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.g: yesterday I drove to work. Then took the train from work to Jamaica, transferred to the Brooklyn bound train. Got off at Flatbush Ave (BTW Nice stores, but apparently I learned not so safe) then took the subway to downtown Brooklyn.&lt;br /&gt;Walked a few blocks and did my thing.&lt;br /&gt;Took the subway back to Flatbush Ave, then the train to Jamaica. Did not transfer but instead, got o ut went to Court there did something else and went back to Jamaica Station and went to work. I almost went to Ronkoma, but alas common sense prevailed at the last instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not compare to the day before when I went to queens, came back to work then went to the city via train. That was for the volleyball, where we won 1/3 but should have taken all 3, the most important game is next week anyway, its when we play our old teammates, I hope we crush them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its my first day in all week I have a lot to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Drop me a line.... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114796052738323267?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114796052738323267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114796052738323267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114796052738323267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114796052738323267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-car-washes-are-bad.html' title='Why Car Washes are Bad'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114711397962809462</id><published>2006-05-08T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:23:14.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Fat people shouldn’t….</title><content type='html'>I am in no way anti-fat people. What I do hate is people without common courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;I was at D&amp;D during lunch to try and get my caffeine fix. It was mostly full but there was one spot left. As I was turning into it, I saw that I could not go all the way to the front of the spot because the car door to the right way ajar.&lt;br /&gt;So I honked, figuring someone was in the car and they just didn’t close the door.. (I am guilty of this sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;NOT THE CASE!&lt;br /&gt;There was no one in the car and the door was just open. Part of me wanted someone to steal it, but truthfully it was a hunk-o-junk.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, someone else just left a spot so I got to park and go inside.&lt;br /&gt;While inside I was watching the offending vehicle, and lo and behold it was a fat person. I say person, because I could not discern the sex based on outfit/body or face. How sad?&lt;br /&gt;They had a ton of food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am annoyed because they didn’t have the common courtesy to close their car door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114711397962809462?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114711397962809462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114711397962809462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114711397962809462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114711397962809462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/05/maybe-fat-people-shouldnt.html' title='Maybe Fat people shouldn’t….'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114683854292006980</id><published>2006-05-05T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T13:01:23.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A funny thing happened on the way to Volleyball…</title><content type='html'>Last night I drove in to the city to pick up the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; who was picking us up food. The plan was to find parking near the gym and picnic near the park and then go play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we happened to have found a clutch parking spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Back track.. my &lt;strong&gt;Bro (not my actual bro)&lt;/strong&gt; has vanity plates on his car. So you will always know its him.&lt;/em&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We park and see his car across the street. So the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; says,” Hey, that’s &lt;strong&gt;Bro’s&lt;/strong&gt; car”. I say, “ It’s the hospital, she’s giving birth!!! Call him!!!!” (His wife is prego and I knew she was due this week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold we call a bewildered &lt;strong&gt;bro&lt;/strong&gt;, and he proudly tells us he has a new son. 20 inches and 8Lbs. Woo hoo, I am kind of an aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Baby are fine and I should have  a name next week for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out with them for like 15 min, because it was spur of the moment. But we did give them their first balloon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we needed to eat before the food got too cold and before the game, with enough time so we didn’t get sick from playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the Hospital has a really nice garden pavilion, so we ate there, crossed the street and played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Needles to say, we won 2/3!&lt;br /&gt;GO SPIKED PUNCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114683854292006980?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114683854292006980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114683854292006980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114683854292006980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114683854292006980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/05/funny-thing-happened-on-way-to.html' title='A funny thing happened on the way to Volleyball…'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114675221604142657</id><published>2006-05-04T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:25:17.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Lans ESQ thank you!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday made it official. I got sworn in NY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am now a bonafide Attorney. No more of this "Admission Pending" after every signature line.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can go to court now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was held at the appellate division on Brooklyn. Which is a pretty courthouse and a really nice place, no parking but pretty outside.&lt;br /&gt;They told us to be there at 11:45 and the ceremony would begin at 12:30. I would say there were about 50 or so candidates.&lt;br /&gt;We all hung out in the "Lawyers Lounge" where they made some announcements.. my favorite, "don't stand with your knees locked and back straight, just relax, we have had people collapse and it becomes like domminos" so yeah sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then usher us into the courtroom where our 2 or 3 guests depending on the amount of tickets you were lucky enough to procure. We faced the bench, with our backs to the guests, lovely photo's all of them. The clerk took attendance and congratulated us, made and made an announcement about flashes, which no one apparently understood. Then the Judges (5) came in, [did I mention we said the pledge of allegiance? I thought it was weird] an attorney from the Character and Fitness Committee made a motion for us to be admitted, of course it was granted, or as the presiding judge said, "we would have a revolution" the oath was given and then the head judge spoke to us for like 3 minutes. We stood the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guests were asked to leave. We were allowed to sit and had to wait until they called our name to sign our name in the book of lawyers. (Pg #331 baby!)&lt;br /&gt;Paid for our scrolls (which take 6-9 months to come!) and were on our merry way. All in all we started out at 10:30 and I was home at 3:00. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ran some errands with the &lt;strong&gt;G-ma&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; and I celebrated, we went out to a nice dinner, and then of course, as all great dates end... went to TARGET!!! It was nice. I got an &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=1-2/qid=1146752026/ref=sr_1_2/602-7714455-4435021?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;asin=B00080FO0S"&gt;Alarm Clock&lt;/a&gt; which I needed, but I cant really work it and its different than my old one (by different I mean it works and it is technologically up to date) and I miss my old one, but I guess I can deal. I will read the little booklet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; and I have our second V-ball game together, lets hope its better than last weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPIKE 'em BALLS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114675221604142657?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114675221604142657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114675221604142657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114675221604142657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114675221604142657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/05/ms-lans-esq-thank-you.html' title='Ms. Lans ESQ thank you!'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114615202106426966</id><published>2006-04-28T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:23:51.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart Zappos.com- a logic lesson.</title><content type='html'>I love shoes (X). I have small feet.(Y)= P&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I purchase shoes online. =Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am female (Z) + Q&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I purchase shoes MANY shoes online. =M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased 7 pairs of shoes from two different places with the last week, online.&lt;br /&gt;I got the shoes, no problem. Turns out for many reasons I did not keep most of them. Return to store #1 went smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;#2 Is to Zappos.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, at work, I wore a pair for the first time, and they broke.&lt;br /&gt;So I called.&lt;br /&gt;They were nice. They were going to give me free shipping and send me a new pair. This is when segment P becomes a problem. They no longer had what I desired in my size, but they had something for my &lt;strong&gt;mom &lt;/strong&gt;in her size. (this morning she had commented on my shoes and made a request) After a second, literally, on hold, they come back and told me to keep my shoes and they will send me the others for free, and if I chose to fix them, I may be able to get them to pay for the repairs, it depends. Even if they don’t. FREE SHOES!!! What more could a girl ask for? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say again: FREE SHOES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114615202106426966?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114615202106426966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114615202106426966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114615202106426966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114615202106426966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-heart-zapposcom-logic-lesson.html' title='I heart Zappos.com- a logic lesson.'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114614990291525765</id><published>2006-04-27T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T10:58:22.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Meaning to Raccoon Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SURPRSIE&lt;/strong&gt;!!! We had our house painted. Since Tuesday morning our house has been insane. The painters came, turned everything upside down, created dirt and dust, and lets not forget the fumes. As part of painting they take down the blinds from the windows and remove the screens so they can paint the window frames. Now I have been sleeping with all my fans on, and the windows and doors open in an effort not to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tuesday night I took a chance on a bird flying in [&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;so we were having a conversation about brids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;] and left some of the screen-less windows open a crack. As it was I am always nauseous and sick bc of the freaking fumes.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, thank g-d they put my shades and screens back in, because if not I would be locked in my bathroom and not at my desk now to tell you this story….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set my alarm (or I thought I did, turns out I didn’t and I overslept by 25 min, yet miraculously was only 5 min late to work, g-d works in mysterious ways, but more on that later) for 6:30 am. At around 5:30 am I hear this rustling, I thought it was the fan/wind moving some of the crap that has found a home in my room or one of my brothers coming in to deposit something of mine that was in his room or ask me to move furniture, I sit up in bed and look in to the eyes of a raccoon on my roof, scratching on the screen. Now had the screens not been there and I was sleeping all open and vulnerable you can bet you’re a$$ I would have hightailed into the bathroom closed the door and screamed. I only pray that I would have had the sense to bring a phone with me. Which is why, one day, when I get to build a dream house I will put a phone everywhere! I mean bathrooms, closets, laundry room, you name it there will be a phone. Hey, we are saving lives here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird thought of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this happen to anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;I find myself noticing small miracles that occur to me during the day, and then wishing g-d wouldn’t give me those, but bank em and save em up for something really big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg: like when you have a song in your head and you don’t know why, and when you turn on the radio its playing! That’s a mini miracle. Now I could have lived without that. So can’t g-d just save all those little things up and put em all together and like let me win the lottery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114614990291525765?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114614990291525765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114614990291525765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114614990291525765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114614990291525765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-meaning-to-raccoon-eyes.html' title='New Meaning to Raccoon Eyes'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114591009489020571</id><published>2006-04-24T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:32:35.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paperclips</title><content type='html'>Tonight I am going to a Yom Hashoa (Holocaust memorial day) program. Now it made think about that movie paperclips. &lt;a href="http://paperclipsmovie.com/"&gt;Paperclips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the kids collected 6,000,000 paperclips to symbolize those lost in WWII. And then built a whole museum around it at their school in a train car? If you don’t know what I am talking about, rent it, its like 1 hour and change and not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking, why do they even continue to make paperclips?&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of that movie, those kids and that project, I don’t think we need to have any more paperclips in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just recycle and reuse.&lt;br /&gt;For example, when you get something with a paperclip, generally you take it off. Now keep them and you have a paperclip the next time you need one. Kinda like pay it forward, but with office supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if do this I think we could save some money and time. But I bet the paperclip people wouldn’t be too happy…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114591009489020571?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114591009489020571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114591009489020571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114591009489020571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114591009489020571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/04/paperclips.html' title='Paperclips'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114538469260463301</id><published>2006-04-18T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T14:24:52.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Season Has Ended!</title><content type='html'>Well we made it through. The end of tax season is upon us. And who knew it would be so nice?&lt;br /&gt;As if the end weren't enough, and getting my &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; back to normal wasn't reward enough, he had to go and earn more of those stripes and points for being the &lt;strong&gt;bestest BF ever&lt;/strong&gt; by doing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/320/Auto%20Show%202006%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/320/Auto%20Show%202006%20045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1188/1650/320/Auto%20Show%202006%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yup! I got me a winner, and so far he's all mine.. but he does have a brother and a sister if anyone is interested :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114538469260463301?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114538469260463301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114538469260463301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114538469260463301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114538469260463301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/04/season-has-ended.html' title='The Season Has Ended!'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114519559587094045</id><published>2006-04-16T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T09:53:15.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I posted. Damn holidays. Anyway here are some snipets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not 1/4 of the way into the evening did several family members (my self excluded) get inebriated from drink. This caused yours truly to have to clean and wash. Not an easy feat after this kind of meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since tis the season to go away shul was empty ish, but nice.&lt;br /&gt;It rained, I didn't go.&lt;br /&gt;More food.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to my aunts, what a trek. But my cousin is here from Florida and her kids definitely got cuter.&lt;br /&gt;Then we got to walk home, which trust me we needed. (its almost 3 miles, which good did not put a dent in the damage we did in three days, anyone else feel my pain?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat night was really nice. I gave the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; a mission, which he accepted. He had three days to come up with something really interesting/nice for us to do last night. He came through with flying colors!&lt;br /&gt;We walked along the board walk in Long Beach. I was a little cold because it was windy but it was still nice. The moon was low and pretty full and not so many bums/hobos etc.. were around. Parking took a while but other than that I was pleased with the board walk. I think there will be a repeat, and we will be better prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I think we are going to the autoshow at the Javitz Center, aka JEWVILLE!!! More to come I am sure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114519559587094045?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114519559587094045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114519559587094045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114519559587094045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114519559587094045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114477179964773437</id><published>2006-04-11T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:14:31.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Continue to Hold</title><content type='html'>I have no good excuse.&lt;br /&gt;I have not been terribly busy, or anything of the sort. Its not laziness either. I just forgot. I had some good ideas and I meant to put em up, but then nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ask with the Passover holiday approaching that you continue to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure based on the past my family there will be plenty of fuel for the fire after the holiday. So I hope to have a more interesting post after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now some bullet point highlights if you will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was not well and on antibiotics so I skipped out on a race this Sunday, but Cara did it in 39 Minutes. GO &lt;strong&gt;CARA&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was the &lt;strong&gt;BF's&lt;/strong&gt; birthday on the 3rd. I didn't make a big deal about it, because it was tax season and we are celebrating on the 30th (he doesn't know how so if you do please do not ruin the suspense/surprise) We went out to eat with his fam minus the sis and then had some cake back at his place, it was nice, but need I repeat, I can not wait for the season to be over. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marylou's&lt;/strong&gt; Sis got married (I missed it bc I had a race, but I had a great race) and her bro got engaged! YAY!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got our boat fixed, so I cant wait for that to begin. Maybe I will learn to water ski this year? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my cousins had her second kid, another girl. Named Rebecca and my cousin Rebecca from CA (she's 17 if anyone knows anyone) is here for the holiday. Good Times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that's all folks. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Have a happy and good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114477179964773437?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114477179964773437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114477179964773437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114477179964773437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114477179964773437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/04/please-continue-to-hold.html' title='Please Continue to Hold'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114434980002397494</id><published>2006-04-06T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:31:45.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard for Me</title><content type='html'>This is what I discovered today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.overheardinlawschool.blogspot.com/"&gt;Overheard For Law Students&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as good as the original, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114434980002397494?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114434980002397494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114434980002397494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114434980002397494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114434980002397494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/04/overheard-for-me.html' title='Overheard for Me'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114394780623400882</id><published>2006-04-01T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:00:18.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Well, it seems like you had a busy week and I now understand why we barely spoke, even though I did see you on Monday night, which now seems like ages ago. Looking forward to Marilu's sister's wedding tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're feeling better, and glad to see your fridge is feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;And I love the frog thing. Still deciding what to use it for. Should it be a soap dish, candy dish, a jewelry holder, or should my family use it at the upcoming Seder as a conversation piece when we get up to the ten plagues?&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know what I decide.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post in a bit more often.&lt;br /&gt;TTYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114394780623400882?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114394780623400882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114394780623400882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114394780623400882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114394780623400882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-it-seems-like-you-had-busy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>nachsings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01590732077166320628</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-17180436.post-114383706838293311</id><published>2006-03-31T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:31:08.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day</title><content type='html'>I took my first sick day today in my new Job. Its kinda sweet I have unlimited sick days so long as I don't abuse them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling blah all week, but I had a ton of work so I felt bad.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I could hardly sleep because my throat was killing me. I woke up feeling like I had a golf ball in my throat. So I decided to get to the Dr before the weekend, in case I needed antibiotic. So I called in sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I am just sick. No prescription necessary. My Dr. did suggest I take Motrin Sinus so I went to get some. Wow, Did this trip to the pharmacy turn into a mini drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mom if she needed anything. Turns out she had two prescriptions that I needed to pick up. They had computer issues and I had to go to a different place. Basically I spent a lot of time today roaming the aisles. I made some interesting observations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Why are all the sexual items located near the pharmacy, from lube to condoms etc... It's weird, all there and then arthritis and blood pressure meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Also they have the condoms at the end of the aisle, and to the left are the muscles rubs and relaxant. Like Ben-gay and IceyHot. Are they trying to tell us something? Who comes up with aisle placements?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To the right is metamucil and other fiber things. This worries me, anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had more but I forget now. I think its nap and tea time... Have a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the Dr said I could still exercise, which is good because I have the Scottish Run on Sunday. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;10K baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114383706838293311?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114383706838293311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114383706838293311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114383706838293311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114383706838293311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114357806984258604</id><published>2006-03-28T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T12:55:36.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Bagels</title><content type='html'>I like everything bagels. They taste good and I like that they have the crunch of all the stuff on top. [&lt;em&gt;side note, I also like, poppy, salt ,garlic and onion bagels, but oddly not sesame, although sesame seeds are on everything bagels... Something to ponder&lt;/em&gt;] But I don't like when the little things get stuck in my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets make everything cream cheese. You can put in on a plain bagel and get the same taste and texture as if you were having an everything bagel with cream cheese, but the little things wont get stuck in your front teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am hungry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I spilled diet coke on the carpet in my office which is like abeigey/taupe and spent 20 min cleaning it up, and its still not clean and I am sure bc of the sugar things will be crawling all over it tomorrow. Not, Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, our fridge got fixed!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114357806984258604?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114357806984258604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114357806984258604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114357806984258604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114357806984258604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/everything-bagels.html' title='Everything Bagels'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114347100849635476</id><published>2006-03-27T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T09:50:08.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridge Woes</title><content type='html'>Our fridge broke yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;We have one of those that the freezer is on the bottom, and the top part just stopped working. So first we emptied out everything onto our porch (thank g-d it was Sunday and it wasn't fully stocked yet, just leftovers from the weekend) but then it wasn't so cold. So we took the stuff to our downstairs fridge. Which is smaller, and quite annoying, because it is downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't find a repair place open on Sunday, and my &lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt; works on Monday's so I guess we are looking at Tuesday the earliest, which is not going to be fun since &lt;strong&gt;G-Ma&lt;/strong&gt; be coming in... Luckily, I was invited to the &lt;strong&gt;BF's&lt;/strong&gt; house for din last night and I tonight to &lt;strong&gt;Nacho's&lt;/strong&gt; because of her sister's marriage. So I am all set, and of course my &lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt; is out of the country. So although with the holiday's looming its not the best timing, its not the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some reason over the past few weeks I have been asked way to many times for it to be a coincidence for my recipe for Caesar salad dressing, so I figured I would just post it. Now I normally don't measure when I cook (bad bad habit) so its really difficult to give recipes out. But I tried the best I could here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Caesar Dressing (No Cheese)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 medium white onion (preferably sweet) or 1/2 a large, depending on your onion taste preference&lt;br /&gt;3 + cloves garlic (depending on your preference)&lt;br /&gt;1 can anchovies, drained&lt;br /&gt;Mayonnaise (1 cup probably but I cant be sure)&lt;br /&gt;apple cider vinegar, or white wine vinegar (2 + tablespoons depending on your taste and consistency needs)&lt;br /&gt;mustard powder&lt;br /&gt;paprika&lt;br /&gt;pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chop onion and garlic in food processor add anchovies, vinegar and mayonnaise till desired consistency is reached.&lt;br /&gt;Add paprika, mustard powder, and pepper to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve over romaine lettuce with or without croutons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any questions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114347100849635476?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114347100849635476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114347100849635476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114347100849635476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114347100849635476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/fridge-woes.html' title='Fridge Woes'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114320842366973197</id><published>2006-03-24T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:53:43.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My own discovery channel</title><content type='html'>I made an interesting discovery while in the shower this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I found the spot where a drop to the right and its too cold and a drop left its too hot. The inbeetween zone I call it. There is none. No matter how small or measured the movement, the temp is not right. So today I took a "too hot" shower. I suspect that as the weather changes I will begin to take a "too cold" shower. Even though I should be taking that kind anyway, since its better for the hair and skin, I just cant bring myself to suffer like that yet for beauty. Waxing, yes, gym yes, cold shower? NOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... I played the second to last game of the season for us last night. It was 3 very very close games. We won 1/3. No chance to make it to the championships but we did much better than last season. And I am happy to report that next season the &lt;strong&gt;Bf&lt;/strong&gt; will be joining the ranks of Spiked Punch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also get to leave work at 2:00pm today. The boss went away for the weekend with the family so we get time off too!!! I think I will use this time productively.... I'm thinking Pedicure!!!&lt;br /&gt;Plus I learned in the Summer we leave at 2:00 on Friday and that we get thanksgiving week off, and the first and last week of the year off. I really love this job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114320842366973197?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114320842366973197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114320842366973197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114320842366973197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114320842366973197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-own-discovery-channel.html' title='My own discovery channel'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114311660926390713</id><published>2006-03-23T07:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T07:23:29.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitions</title><content type='html'>I once had a friend who used to love to correct people's grammar. He also liked to point out my spelling faults and use big words. During this friendship I signed up for one of those word of the day email things and we would exchange the ones we thought were cute/funny/special etc... Well that friendship is long gone, but alas the emails live on. Mostly because I can not be bothered to open one, scroll down and click on that little "if you wish to unsubscribe, click here" link. [You know what I am talking about] So I thought to share with you some recent email word of the days along with some definitions of every day words that I felt would be useful/interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Word of the Day for Thursday March 23, 2006&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;paterfamilias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; \pay-tuhr-fuh-MIL-ee-uhs; pat-uhr-; pah-\, noun; plural patresfamilias \pay-treez-; pat-reez-; pah-treez-\: The male head of a household or the father of a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blog &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Part of Speech: noun. Definition: an online diary; a personal chronological log of thoughts published on a Web page; also called Weblog, Web log. Example: Typically updated daily, blogs often reflect the personality of the author. Etymology: shortened form of Weblog. Usage: blog, blogged, blogging v, blogger n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Venti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; From the latin word meaning 20. [not large]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Word of the Day for Wednesday March 22, 2006&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;succor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;\SUH-kuhr\, noun:   1. Aid; help; assistance; especially, assistance that relieves   and delivers from difficulty, want, or distress.   2. The person or thing that brings relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Have a great day! Use your words wisely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114311660926390713?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114311660926390713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114311660926390713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114311660926390713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114311660926390713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/definitions.html' title='Definitions'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114304582510430344</id><published>2006-03-22T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T11:43:45.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day!</title><content type='html'>So &lt;strong&gt;Sheila&lt;/strong&gt; called me at work today.&lt;br /&gt;She had her character interview today up in Albany. They do it differently up there, [ding?] they interview and get sworn in on the same day. So she is now fully admitted in NY and CT!&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;She also has a second interview somewhere tomorrow, so good luck!&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to post about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try and call the character people today, I need my interview, this is killing me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am stressing about this and my $ situation with loans etc... Way too much, I need a vacation :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114304582510430344?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114304582510430344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114304582510430344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114304582510430344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114304582510430344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-day.html' title='What a Day!'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114304059527541610</id><published>2006-03-22T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T11:03:03.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A different kind of post</title><content type='html'>Not funny or amusing (well it may be) but its serious, to me... ** (After much thought I have put in my editorial comments in {} next to some things, after thought and re-reading I have some new insights, see sometimes you just have to vent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t make decisions. I realize this may come as a shock to those of you who personally know me, but it’s true. I cannot make a decision. This is a problem I may have to deal withm its not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with the everyday/obvious.&lt;br /&gt;I am a channel surfer to no end. I now have XM radio in my car and I flip through that thing like it was going out of style, because I cannot chose what station to stay on. Same holds mostly true for TV. {but then again, I may have ADD.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being serious. Lets start with my current life and move backwards. [only "important life decisions" will be discussed, not my inability to pick out shoes/bags]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job. Technically I chose my job, but was it really a choice? I had been out of work for almost 8 months by the time the offer came in. There were none other on the table. So I took it. Its not like I was fending them off and had to chose between a few and weight my options. I took what came my way and that’s all. I happen to really like it here. I have a great set up and I look forward to going almost everyday. But do you see what I am getting at? {ok so I cou ld have stayed home and done the job search thing more vigorously and I probobly would have a job by now, maybe I am just lucky and not decisionally challeneged}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law school. So I chose my school, or more like my school chose me. It was the only place where I got in and lets face it the price was right. That’s it. No choice, decision practically made for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undergrad. Ok maybe I had a hand in this, but I did not choose it for the reasons you think. I hate change. So I chose my college to have a similar life to what I had in high school. I didn’t want to leave the comfortable and familiar so I chose a school that would not break the routine I was used to from high school. Not a choice per-say, but rather a lets not rock the boat option. {ok I did chose my college, in fact I fought for it, long and hard with my parents... I take this paragprah back}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel. In between high school and college I spent a year studying abroad in Israel. Now the schools “we” went to ,you had to apply and get interviewed. It was an ordeal. I applied to 3 schools. (that’s a lot, most people apply to 1, the one they want) Because I wanted different things. Plus I am insecure, so I didn’t think I would get into them all, I figured, I would get into one like everyone else and my decision would be made. Yeah, I got into all three and I had to make a choice! Once again not really a choice. One school had a bunch of girls going that there was no way in hell I was going to be near so that was out. And the school I ended up at, had a gate with an armed guard, curfew and 3 meals a day (as opposed to an open campus and environment with 1 meal, optional per day) no brainer. Mom and dad paying, mom and dad decide. Jail in a foreign country with prepared gruel it was. That’s not to say I didn’t have the best year ever, or that it was the wrong choice, not at all. It was absolutely the right thing for me. I do not regret anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school. Yes in my day, we applied to high school much like colleges and it was a nerve racking experience with interviews and competition galore. I had a first choice and it was not where I ended up. Why not? Simple, no way to get there. I would have been an early adopter so to speak, that’s how new of an idea the school I wanted to go to was. It was so out of the realm that there was no bussing. My mom would have to drive me 20 minutes to catch the bus with the kids from queens, every day. So yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. So I went to the best school that was closest to me, and had bussing, End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in undergrad when I was involved it was kind of by default. I may have run for things, but I was always unopposed. I never actually ran against anyone. I was mostly just appointed. The same thing happened in Law school. I was a last minute addition. I did my jobs splendidly, but it wasn’t really a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do now? I have many potentially life altering and earth shattering decisions that lay ahead. How am I going to live if I cant make a choice? Maybe that’s why I am still single? {not dingle persay, bc I have the bestes BF ever, but meaning not permamently attahced, althought I am seeing how marriage is less and less permanent in today's day and age. G-d when did I become synical?}Because I cant just step up and make a decision? Who knows, but I do know that its good I have identified this and now I must tackle it. As with any problem head on is the way to go. Like people who are afraid of heights and climb Mt. Everest, so to will I. I will be a lean mean decision making machine…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Now what should I do for lunch ;-)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114304059527541610?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114304059527541610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114304059527541610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114304059527541610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114304059527541610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/different-kind-of-post.html' title='A different kind of post'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114303790486645252</id><published>2006-03-22T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T09:31:44.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>I was in starbucks this morning. I had a late night, &lt;strong&gt;Nach’s&lt;/strong&gt; sister got married!!!! So I needed my caffeine. I was getting a tea, (I love their tea, I usually go with wild sweet orange, but I decided to live on the wild side and go with Zen green tea instead, rebel I know) my usual order, Venti, two tea bags. Then I remembered that for some reason their tea is always ung-dly hot (law suit waiting to happen) so I asked for a double cup, no sleeve. The reply I got was, “Oh you must go to the other starbucks” yes, because there are only two of you…. ?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;He said it to me, I looked at him weirdly and like five min later he figured out the joke. A good start to my morning….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114303790486645252?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114303790486645252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114303790486645252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114303790486645252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114303790486645252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114296755103087508</id><published>2006-03-21T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T08:00:00.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WF seeks TSBF</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;White female seeks tax season boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the big news today….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billing requirements are up to 70 hours a week. (Yes &lt;strong&gt;Ray&lt;/strong&gt;, there are that many hours in a week, sadly)&lt;br /&gt;So I am accepting resumes/applications to be my tax season boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a picture references, and gift:&lt;br /&gt;1. NAME _______________________________ DATE OF BIRTH ________________&lt;br /&gt;2. HEIGHT ____________________ WEIGHT __________ I.Q _______ G.P.A.______&lt;br /&gt;3. SOCIAL SECURITY # _____________ DRIVERS LICENSE # __________________&lt;br /&gt;4. HOME ADDRESS _________________ CITY/STATE ___________ ZIP _________&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you own a van? ______ A truck with oversized tires? ______ A waterbed? _______ Do you have an earring, nose ring, or belly button ring? A tattoo_________________ ? [if yes to any of the above ABORT]&lt;br /&gt;6. In 50 words or less, what does&lt;br /&gt;a)      "LATE" mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;b)      “CREATIVE” mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;c)      “ROMANTIC” mean to you ?&lt;br /&gt;7. Answer by filling in the blank: please answer freely. ALL answers are confidential (That means I won't tell anyone-ever-I promise.)&lt;br /&gt;a) If I were shot the last place on my body I would want wounded is ________&lt;br /&gt;b) If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my ________________&lt;br /&gt;c) A woman's place is in the ________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;d) The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is _____________&lt;br /&gt;e) When I first meet a girl, the first thing I notice about her is her ______________&lt;br /&gt;f) If I could be any vegetable/animal/shape in the world I would be a (please answer for each category and why) _______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;8. My idea of the perfect date is____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;9. Do own a vehicle? ________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you currently have a valid driver’s license?&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT, NATIVE AMERICAN ANT TORTURE, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE WATER TORTURE, RED HOT POKERS, AND HILLARY CLINTON KISS TORTURE.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________ Signature ( That means your name, moron)Thank you for your interest Please allow time for processing. You will be notified in writing you are approved. If your application is rejected I may have someone else who is perfect for you :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114296755103087508?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114296755103087508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114296755103087508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114296755103087508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114296755103087508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/wf-seeks-tsbf.html' title='WF seeks TSBF'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114286726454175435</id><published>2006-03-20T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T11:29:11.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To do List</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tis tax season and while we make the effort to go out, there is inevitably this list of things “we should do someday”. So in taking &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; great advice I am writing down the list, and I will probably add to it as I remember more. Please suggestions/comments welcome.&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes: (in no particular order) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planetarium&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aquarium &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tennis/other sports&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cold Stone Creamery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch me do trapeze school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go carting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bistro Grill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prime grill (we liked it) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frisbee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to crack eggs &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coney Island&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vegas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beach/Jersey Shore (even though I hate sand) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mini golf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paintball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zoo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Auto Show &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ice skating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Obviously some of these are more likely than others to occur…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114286726454175435?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114286726454175435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114286726454175435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114286726454175435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114286726454175435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-do-list.html' title='To do List'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114234905590736552</id><published>2006-03-14T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:42:03.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disbarred already???</title><content type='html'>I had a sobering experience this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I came home to a message from some lady from the Committee on Character and Fitness for New York State Bar. She said there was some problem with my application and I should call back.&lt;br /&gt;So first thing this morning I call. She says I did not answer question 13b, and I could do so verbally over the phone. It was like how many unpaid traffic tickets do I have? So I said none. Then she was like, “did you call me from work?” So I said yes. To which she replied, “You signed the back of your application and had it notarized, which clearly states that this is an ongoing application and you must inform us of all new employment” I was freaking out. I started crying. I told her I would send it out right away, and I was new. I thought I was going to be disbarred before I got barred.&lt;br /&gt;So I printed out the employment affidavit, ran it upstairs, watched as my boss filled it out, had it notarized and mailed it.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope this isn’t a sign, because it scared the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Waiting for my interview date…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114234905590736552?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114234905590736552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114234905590736552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114234905590736552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114234905590736552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/disbarred-already.html' title='Disbarred already???'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114234879923949723</id><published>2006-03-13T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T10:06:39.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>15K</title><content type='html'>My 15k&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I ran my first ever 15k. (That’s 9.3 Miles for the metrically challenged) I was running with my mate Cara.&lt;br /&gt;Sat night the BF (bestest ever) treated me to pasta and I have to say I think it really made all the difference in my run.&lt;br /&gt;The last official race I ran was back in October? And it was a mere 5 miles. Let me tell you I did ok on that one (avg 10 min mile) but after I was broken.&lt;br /&gt;So this was scary for me. I attempted to train, since my ultimate goal is a marathon. I did ok. I ran three times the week before and I had wanted to do 6 miles at once, but the most I got was 4. So going in I was nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Cara picked me up. The second she turned into my driveway it began to rain. The news said it wasn’t supposed to rain till noon, so we were hoping it was early and would stop by race time.&lt;br /&gt;We found our special spot and got ready to go. On the way we met our other friends, Jeanine and Stephanie. It was cold, so Jeanine lent me her zip up because they had run the 4 mile before and were done. We would meet them later. Little did I know that I would be forever grateful for that meeting.&lt;br /&gt;We were not so lucky. It was sprinkling at the start, Not bad at all and I would have been happy had it stayed that way.&lt;br /&gt;It was not to be. It pretty much rained the whole time. I think around mile 4-6 it wasn’t that bad. But mile 7, SOAKING. My skirt (yes I run in a skirt) was two different colors and I could ring out my clothing. The rain soaked through my 4 layers of shirts. It was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;But the important thing was that I finished. And I am happy with my time. 1:47 approx. It’s a 11:33 min mile. With the distance and the rain I am pleased.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lovely souvenir from this race. I know its gross, but because my shoes and socks were soaking wet I got these HUGE blisters on my arches. Soooooooooo painful and gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the race Cara was prepared. We had dry shirts and I borrowed some dry pants, since a wet skirt is about as comfortable as wet jeans (So I have been told)&lt;br /&gt;Then we grabbed some hot choclate and were on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all not a bad way to spend Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next race is April 2. Its only 6.2 miles, Piece of cake ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114234879923949723?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114234879923949723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114234879923949723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114234879923949723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114234879923949723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/15k.html' title='15K'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114193629119277316</id><published>2006-03-09T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:42:38.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Goal</title><content type='html'>Apparently I have taken on a new challenge. Unbeknownst to be, I have made it my mission to try every variety of Pepperidge Farm chocolate chunk cookies. So far I have limited myself to the crispy ones, but who knows, I may go soft soon.&lt;br /&gt;It all started the Monday after I took the Connecticut bar.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to bake cookies to celebrate, but alas, I ran out of time, or was just too tired and I didn’t do it. So I did the next best thing, I purchased cookies.&lt;br /&gt;In my infinite wisdom, I decide to purchase a flavor I don’t like [Dark chocolate something] so as to avoid eating them. Sounds like a good idea right?&lt;br /&gt;BACKFIRE!&lt;br /&gt;No one ate them, because they weren’t opened. So I opened them and tried one. Not bad. Result? Its sad but I ended up eating the whole bag. Thank g-d not at once, but like within a week.&lt;br /&gt;Now I got addicted. So I got a different flavor next. I figured lets try the Milk chocolate, so I got Milk Chocolate Cashew. Not so good. But I did finish those as well. Slower than the first.&lt;br /&gt;I just finished the next bag of cookies which was Milk Chocolate Macadamia. Good!&lt;br /&gt;And I got White Chocolate Macadamia which I will not start until tomorrow (or try not to)&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe, there are still more that I have no yet tried…&lt;br /&gt;Double Dark Chocolate Chunk and Dark Chocolate Pecan. The possibilities are endless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114193629119277316?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114193629119277316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114193629119277316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114193629119277316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114193629119277316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-goal.html' title='New Goal'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114174887254144238</id><published>2006-03-09T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T15:34:45.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slavery?</title><content type='html'>SoI told you my friends &lt;strong&gt;DD&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ari&lt;/strong&gt; had a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Well turns out the kid is almost a month old! Oh the time flies.&lt;br /&gt;So how do I know this?&lt;br /&gt;(Partly becuase I am a great friend who tries to remember b-days) But really its becuase when the oldest born son is a momth old there is a little ceremony that takes place. (or is it just an excuse for our people to eat?)&lt;br /&gt;Basically, when the kid is born he really belongs to the Priests, so when he is a month old the parents have to either give him to them or buy him back for a few gold/silver coins.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah its weird to me too, but hey its free food :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had chinese, which always makes me feel hungry 1/2 hour laters. So I stuffed myself with the only other chaquita present, &lt;strong&gt;Abby&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus- the two guys &lt;strong&gt;Ari&lt;/strong&gt; set me up with were also there, one with his new Fiance! [ya, no one told me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I visited the &lt;strong&gt;BF, &lt;/strong&gt;bc frankly tax season sucks....&lt;br /&gt;Then went home and crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have volleyball and I am going to try and get in some running before I hope at least 4.5 miles. Wish me luck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;GO SPIKED PUNCH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114174887254144238?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114174887254144238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114174887254144238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114174887254144238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114174887254144238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/slavery.html' title='Slavery?'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114184667724925196</id><published>2006-03-08T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:37:57.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Law Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You know you are a recent law school graduate when…..***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get excited about doing a summons and complaint under VTL 523 because you get to serve the secretary of state. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You explain what the RAP (rule against perpetuities) is to someone, comprehend it, and understand why it was created in the first place. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When asked the same question that elicited the above response, you can no longer answer it, because the information has since fallen out of your brain, and in turn you now know the number of the character committee by heart. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You miss surfing LexisNexis. (and the points, and free stuff) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You still use the BarBri travel mug.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You call your friend excitedly and state, “Oh my g-d I just lived my own commercial paper essay!” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You watch the news, and they mention Iraq, you still do a double take and wonder what Issue, Rule, Analysis and Conclusion has to do with the army? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*** I realize this may not be humorous for all of you, but I am sure you each know someone who will find this funny and explain it to you, so pass it on, share the love&lt;/em&gt; :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114184667724925196?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114184667724925196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114184667724925196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114184667724925196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114184667724925196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/recent-law-graduate.html' title='Recent Law Graduate'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114184326990887938</id><published>2006-03-08T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T13:41:09.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is in the Air</title><content type='html'>How do I know? I have some tell-tale personalized tests.&lt;br /&gt;1)      Ice Coffee- I even went out on a limb and tried a new flavor. Caramel. At Dunkin Donuts they have 9 flavors. I usually go with French Vanilla, standard, but I was daring today. I don’t really like it. But heck, its ICE COFFEE!!! Bring on the spring!&lt;br /&gt;2)      Windows/Sunroof- I drove with my windows open and my sunroof open. Not just tilted like I do sometimes in the winter because I am odd, but full blown open. Come and get me spring.&lt;br /&gt;3)      Running- my season has commenced. I have begun training and have my first official race, qualifying for the 2007 marathon this Sunday in central park. Its 15k or 9 miles for those of you who don’t do metric (“I’m American can you do feet/Fahrenheit?”, love ya &lt;strong&gt;Nach&lt;/strong&gt;). Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are some of my tests. I have others but since they are not applicable at this time I reserve my right to privacy.&lt;br /&gt;No get out and enjoy the day, before someone realizes its still March and it snows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114184326990887938?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114184326990887938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114184326990887938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114184326990887938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114184326990887938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-is-in-air.html' title='Spring is in the Air'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114174873819990119</id><published>2006-03-07T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T11:25:38.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loopy Me</title><content type='html'>So my boss owns a boat. And from what I gather, it’s a nice one. I was actually already invited to a party on the boat this summer so I am excited.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently much preparation goes into this boat.&lt;br /&gt;Today the wife was cleaning windows for the boat. They are like plastic and come off.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway where does this take place? In my work space!&lt;br /&gt;The fumes are horrible. They don’t smell bad, they smell like lemon cleaning stuff but it’s a lot and gross. So I opened a window (See Aaron it is the solution for everything) and now I am cold. To make it worse the stuff travels and the upstairs office is now contaminated as well so they opened the window.&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story? It is very difficult to type with gloves on…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114174873819990119?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114174873819990119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114174873819990119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114174873819990119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114174873819990119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/loopy-me.html' title='Loopy Me'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114131269548609409</id><published>2006-03-02T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T10:18:15.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>y i luv my job</title><content type='html'>So I am doing Personal Injury law. Had anyone asked me during law school what kind of law I wanted to do, my response was always the same, “I am not sure, but I know what I don’t want to do, Personal Injury” So I guess it ironic. More ironic is that the class that I had the most trouble with overall, throughout law school was Torts. Ask Sheila and Professor Doernberg. Trust me, I have a mental block towards it, so its kinda funny that right now its what I practice.&lt;br /&gt;I love work for many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;First its close to home. I drive to work and usually it takes about 20 min. Case in point, I forgot to set my alarm and woke up late. Like 1 hr later than normal. And I left about 20 min later than usual. Yet I managed to make it to work on time.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I got to work we had a 20 min discussion about nothing. We discussed death, the plagues, snow and I think cookies.&lt;br /&gt;I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I start at 9 and leave at 5. No evenings, no early, no weekends!&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I was just informed that we may have early dismissal due to the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It doesn’t get much better….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Volleyball update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played last night the worst I have ever played. But I served better than I ever have. I guess it a trade off. We lost all 3 but had more points per game than ever. The scores were like 12-15 etc. So it was close. I did almost kill the other team with a serve…. But I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;The week before we won all 3 so we aren’t that bad. Next season the &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; wants to join, so hopefully we get better.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for next weeks game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114131269548609409?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114131269548609409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114131269548609409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114131269548609409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114131269548609409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/y-i-luv-my-job.html' title='y i luv my job'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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-17180436.post-114124042798966977</id><published>2006-03-01T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T14:13:48.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Athena</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My saga/drama has at last come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;I got my car. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;So different than my other car, but worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Its an SUV and my theory is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;If one is supposed to dress for the job they want, and not the job they have (but I don't think rule applies to aspiring strippers currently working as nursery teachers) why not get a car not for the life they have, but for the life they want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to name it after a Greek g-d. And its a female car, my old one was male, but this feels girly and I have to say it, pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did some web research (of course while at work) and this is what I found-  (from: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mythweb.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.mythweb.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;) [things in brakets are my own editorial thoughts] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;ATHENA (a-THEE-nuh; Roman name Minerva) was the goddess of crafts and the domestic arts and also those of war. She was the patron goddess of Athens. Her symbol was the owl. She was originally the Great Goddess in the form of a bird. By the late Classic, she had come to be regarded as a goddess of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Zeus was once married to Metis, a daughter of Ocean who was renowned for her wisdom. When Metis became pregnant, Zeus was warned by Earth that a son born to Metis would overthrow him, just as he had usurped his own father's throne.&lt;br /&gt;So Zeus swallowed Metis. In time he was overcome with a splitting headache and summoned help from the craftsman god Hephaestus (or, some say, the Titan Prometheus). Hephaestus cleaved Zeus's forehead with an ax, and Athena sprang forth fully armed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mythweb.com/gods/sub/birth_of_athena.html"&gt;http://www.mythweb.com/gods/sub/birth_of_athena.html&lt;/a&gt;- Image&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;The poet Hesiod tells the story to account for Zeus's great wisdom, since he can be said to have literally incorporated Metis. One can also read into the myth wishful thinking on the part of the mythmakers who replaced the worship of the Great Goddess, mother of all growing things, for that of the male sky-god Zeus. Zeus gave birth to Athena himself, as if to say, Who needs a woman in order to bring forth new life? [This is the only party I am not happy with]&lt;br /&gt;Athena aided the heroes Perseus, Jason, Cadmus, Odysseus and Heracles in their quests. [You go Girl!]&lt;br /&gt;Both Athena and Poseidon wanted to be patron deity of Athens. To prove her worthiness for the honor, Athena caused an olive tree to spring up on the citadel of Athens, the Acropolis. Poseidon sought to outdo her by striking the ground with his trident and causing a spring of water to gush forth. But as he was god of the sea, the water was salty. Athena's gift to the Athenians was considered to be more useful, so she became the city's patron deity. [Ya she did]&lt;br /&gt;Athena sponsored Perseus in his quest to slay Medusa because she wanted the Gorgon's head to decorate her shield.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More: &lt;a href="www.pantheon.org/articles/a/athena.html"&gt;www.pantheon.org/articles/a/athena.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom, war, the arts, industry, justice and skill. She was the favorite child of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pantheon.org/articles/z/zeus.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Zeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;. She had sprung fully grown out of her father's head. Her mother was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pantheon.org/articles/m/metis.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Metis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;, goddess of wisdom and Zeus' first wife. In fear that Metis would bear a son mightier than himself. Zeus swallowed her and she began to make a robe and helmet for her daughter. The hammering of the helmet caused Zeus great pain in the form of headaches and he cried out in agony. Skilled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pantheon.org/articles/h/hephaestus.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Hephaestus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt; ran to his father and split his skull open and from it emerged Athena, fully grown and wearing her mother's robe and helmet. She is the virgin mother of Erichthnonius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pantheon.org/areas/gallery/mythology/europe/greek/athena.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Athena and her uncle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pantheon.org/articles/p/poseidon.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Poseidon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt; were both very fond of a certain city in Greece. Both of them claimed the city and it was decided that the one that could give the finest gift should have it. Leading a procession of citizens, the two gods mounted the Acropolis. Poseidon struck the side of the cliff with his trident and a spring welled up. The people marveled, but the water was as salty as Poseidon's sea and it was not very useful. Athena's gift was an olive tree, which was better because it gave the people food, oil and wood. Athena named her city Athens.&lt;br /&gt;Athena's companion was the goddess of victory, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pantheon.org/articles/n/nike.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Nike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;, and her usual attribute is the owl. Athena possessed the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pantheon.org/articles/a/aegis.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Aegis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17180436-114124042798966977?l=lanspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114124042798966977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17180436&amp;postID=114124042798966977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114124042798966977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180436/posts/default/114124042798966977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanspeaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/athena.html' title='Athena'/><author><name>Lans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15596593183946000211</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>
