<?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-13903596</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:47:56.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my random intellectual moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybadass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13903596/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybadass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ruthie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127544424055959069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b93/ruthier/Img_0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13903596.post-113148294217951454</id><published>2005-11-08T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T14:13:11.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*pout*</title><content type='html'>alright... you guys wanna hear about something that sucks?? i know i dont bloooog often so when i do it should be about cheery stuff... i know i know, but read this shhhiiiit. i am in hawaii for a little less than two more weeks now and the days just feel like theyre rollin by. finally i made myself promise that i wouldnt watch any more tv and id do something, anything really, that i cant do back home, in texas. now at this point im pretty much through with work. my two weeks notice is up on thursday. i worked on sunday, off on monday, and im on call today, tuesday, and tomorrow wednesday. so today and tomorrow i cant really go far from home in case they decide to call me in. which is okay cuz i feel like i finally managed to catch up on some sleep that work has previously been depriving me of and i wanted to lay out on the deck and try to tan a bit more before i get home. &lt;br /&gt;now we live a few blocks down from a 711 which is convenient, hence the name convenience store, especially in the event of a an ice cream craving. kate you know what im talking about here. so i leave for 711, back outta the driveway, turn around and drive out to the road. i literally drive for about 15ft and have to wait in traffic for like ten minutes. i shouldve walked to the damn store. turns out there doin road work right across the street from the 711 on the beach side. on the main highway in this area, kamehameha hwy, the beach is on your right hand side when driving towards north shore. anyway i managed to get to 711. normally when i go i just get whatever i want at the moment cuz i can always go back later. but this time i got a bunch of little cold kona coffee vanilla macadamia nut drinks, some milk, snack bars n shit. so i stocked up right, just so i wouldnt have to deal with that road work crap again. &lt;br /&gt;this morning im nice n rested, and i wake up around 9, and right then im happy. woo hoo i managed to drag my ass outta bed at a decent hour... plus i dont have to work. &lt;br /&gt;i fuckin loooove it when i wake up and no one is home... but even a day like that, when i can blast the radio loud and have the house to myself, wouldnt do much for me or my mood today, or at least my mood as off half an hour ago... when all the fuckin road work, and their crew, and their annoying noisey soon to be giving me a headache machinery decided that the road right across the street from my house could use some work.&lt;br /&gt;now i walk right where they are working everyday on my way to the bus, to go to work or the beach or whatever and the road is fine, its fuckin glorious i tell you! not a damn thing wrong with that road. i wanna yell out the window at all the stupid bright orange and yellow, working for da city, fools... "look! LOOK at it! its finnnne. nuth-n wrong with this very important and constantly used productive hwy. You're cloggin traffic pissing off people, who just wanna go commute n buy ice cream n shit, with your one lane nonsense. and worse yet your killing preccciousss minutes that i wanna spend PEACEFULLY during my time left on the island!" &lt;br /&gt;heh heh. everytime i say precious i feel the need to say like gullum from lord of the rings. lol. my preccccioussss. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;dont you hate it when construction personal do that shit. stop one lane so its gets backed up for like a mile and just wavvves the other lane through for like ten minutes. and youre sitting in your car pullin your hair out goin "MOOOVVVEEE." &lt;br /&gt;and if youre kate well... *in my best news reporter voice* "three young girls died today during a car ride when their mother went crazy from sittin in traffic for so long due to road work..." lol.&lt;br /&gt;well i guess its fuckin tv time. ugh. i tried to avoid it... i did! but im not mobile unless i take the bus which means weaving past the all construction in the hopes that the bus would even see me with all that shit around. so fuck it! by the way this blog is completely pointless. i just wanted to vent my frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i probably should have mentioned that to begin with and you guys couldve saved yourself some trouble. hahaha. im evil that way. well im off to try and attempt a good outlook on the rest of the day. *shrug* wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13903596-113148294217951454?l=mybadass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybadass.blogspot.com/feeds/113148294217951454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13903596&amp;postID=113148294217951454' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13903596/posts/default/113148294217951454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13903596/posts/default/113148294217951454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybadass.blogspot.com/2005/11/pout.html' title='*pout*'/><author><name>Ruthie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127544424055959069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b93/ruthier/Img_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13903596.post-112251422895750297</id><published>2005-07-27T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T18:31:24.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my space</title><content type='html'>ok ok. im obviously not the big blogger that everyone expected kates sister to be. so shot me. but i dun get on the net much and when i do its usually just to return messages and what not. plus i write when im motivated and when i have time. now granted i havent been busy lately seeing as how im on vacation but day to day life has been enough to keep me occupied. and for everyones information i have been blogging but i havent posted much because im not used to writing for anyones entertainment beyond my own. and i think i mentioned before that i also have a myspace account which at first i didnt want to get but now im very happy that i did. mostly because its been helping me keep in touch with a lot of friends back home. anyway my space has its ups and downs. for example the instant messager system sucks. it almost never works. but people from all over the world use my space and theres a buddy search system thatll help you find people by name or in your area. which ive used a few times myself in order to find out if certain people that i knew had accounts or not. i discovered recently that my favorite comedian in all the world, dane cook, actually has a myspace account. of course he has like 250,000 people on his friend list and he gets about 50 comments a day and odds are against him responding to a message from just one of his many fans. but hes a babe so i'll still send him a message and a friend invite anyway. and i can still go to his account regularly and see if hes updated it or changed it and repetitively look at his foxy pictures. anyway i recently recieved a message from a girl with the screen name court. the message said something along the lines of "did you used to live on the big island? cause if you did i think i knew you. i was looking for a friend that i havent seen since we were little." i instantly realized that this was my friend courtney from when my family and i used to live in naahalehu. i was 8 when i last saw her. and ive looked for her over the years but all i had to go on was her grandmothers address that we lost frequently and it didnt show much promise anyway. apparently she just typed my name into the seach engine on myspace and up popped my picture and profile. i was totally amazed that this girl from my childhood managed to contact me one day, that i almost thought that we might be able to just pick up where we left off from our adolescent friendship. after the first few "holy shit i cant believe this" messages i realized that i didnt know anything about this girl. and im sure she felt the same. at one point the instant messager worked and we actually managed to chat for a little while. at some point though we completely ran out of things to talk about. not that we dont have anything to talk about. i mean we have about as much to talk about as two strangers do. which is a lot if you think about it. but our messages are so generic and vague. here lately ive been trying to make them more interesting by talkin about our past and everything instead of what we did last weekend. she seems a bit hesitant to open up to more than general information however. im assuming its because she doesnt know me really. which is cool cause that can be worked on. but at the same time its frustrating because my family wants to see the picture perfect side of the situation and theyre impatient for details that i cant give. because like i said there really arent any details. anyway i hope to go out to the big island before i head back to texas. i wanna see our old property and the old town and what not. of course it would probable be on a weekend that id go to visit and id need a place to stay. courtneys would seem like the logical place right? thats what i thought but at the same time i dun like to invite myself and ive dropped the idea by her once or twice. not stayin with her but comin to visit. but thats about as much as i can do. eventually she may pick up on my hints after weve talked for a while more and we know each other better via internet but until then all i can really do is drop hints politely. anyway this is really the only interesting enough thing for me to blog about in my life at the moment so now you might know why i havent been blogging much lately. and i hate that the only reason im bloggin right now is because everyones riding my ass about it. cause now i look back and read this and realize just how boring it is. but hey everyone wanted me to blog so im gonna post this one. if anything changes in the court situation i'll let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13903596-112251422895750297?l=mybadass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybadass.blogspot.com/feeds/112251422895750297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13903596&amp;postID=112251422895750297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13903596/posts/default/112251422895750297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13903596/posts/default/112251422895750297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybadass.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-space.html' title='my space'/><author><name>Ruthie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127544424055959069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b93/ruthier/Img_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13903596.post-111974072261323685</id><published>2005-06-25T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T16:05:22.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kate sucks</title><content type='html'>kate, you suck. ok ok well wait... this requires more explanation i guess. lemme give you a little insight on what just happened to me and why that calls for me telling kate that, indeed, she does suck. i just woke up on a nice saturday morning (and yes kate it is still morning! i know im one for sleeping in but i woke up at about 10:30 or so. so give me a break that's a decent hour... of course its about 11:30 now which makes it about 4:30 back home *chuckle*)... for those of you who dun know i used to live with my lovely (currently sucky) sister kate until graduation rolled around and my brother swooped me off to the beautiful but far from home hawaii. and i have to admit ive been pretty home sick. of course ive been preoccupied enough with the wonders of vacation to not let my homesickness get the better of me. ive seen so many beautiful beaches, worked on my tan (or originally my lack there of, but its there now, tan line and all *hurray*), ive hiked to a beautiful place called sacred falls, which is a huge gorgeous waterfall and swimming hole. ive seen unbelievable mountains, and went to a badass club, ive met new friends (most of them being noah's old friends or fellow co-workers aka military boys aka cuuuuuuutte military boys. now, now, kate dun get all green with envy, cuz its not the pretty green that matches any of your clothes, no no, its an ugly green that dun go with anything), and ive hung out with my brother and have grown to know him and understand him in a way that our phone conversations couldn't provide. i still have many things to look forward to before i go home. such as 4th of july weekend which i will be spending at bayfest watching lynard syknard in concert *doing a lil happy dance*, the following weekend we'll be celebrating my b-day, and the weekend after that will be my bro's b-day, at which time we'll be going skydiving, at some point my brother and i want to go to the other island and see the old property that our family used to live on, sadly the house is gone, it burnt down. anyway among the many things i still have or want to do while im here is learning to surf. today was supposed to be the beginning of my training. however when i woke up, due to excessive heat (there's no AC in this house *cry*), and desperation to end a weird dream, i kicked off all my blankets like a lil kid, rolled over looked at the clock and realized that i was an hour or so late waking up. and here were my exact thoughts... are you listening? you ready? pay attention... "daaammmmnnn it!" i was looking forward to leaning to surf but you know ohh well. all frustration aside. i can totally reschedule. in the words of the fresh prince (who i will probably quote frequently and may even do and ode to in a future blog becuz i luuuuuvvvv him) "aint no thang but a chicken wang." lol. im such a dork. anyway... its still a nice hot hawaiian morning so maybe noah and i will go snorkeling or something. so i got outta bed, made a bowl of golden grahams, and... ohhh no wait... i din make a bowl of golden grahams, cuz we were outta milk... say it with me everyone... "daaammmmnnn it!" ohhh well, i wanted golden grahams (i had to check the box for the correct spelling of grahams by the way... how sad is that?), but i can just eat an apple or a bagel. theyre both favorites... well they're really second favorites but still good. i mean if i cant have cereal an apple is still good... or bagel, a bagel is still good too... (that was just for you kate, sort of my lil play off of brian regan's cherry/grape snowcone thingy, lol) well anyway... holy shit... oh no no no no no... just now, at this very moment... riiiiiiiighhhht now, i just noticed my earring is missing. *stomps around madly* grrrrrr... one more time everyone... "daaammmmnnn it!" awww fuck it, im just gonna skip right through all the bitchin and get right to it. after my lil series of "shit happens" situations i got on the computer and checked my messages... dun ask me why but for some odd reason i checked out kate's blog after reading a nice lil comment from the cake lady on my blog (love you girl). i saw the little (well not little, big actually) tribute to my niece amanda, and read i it all. i read everything about the art, and the pride, and the nail polish, and her fashion sense, and her personality, and her beauty, and her sophistication, and her wit, and her vocabulary, and her intelligence, and everything. i read it all, and i even read some invisible facts and thoughts about my niece amanda that imagined when i read kate's blog. and i asked myself the same sort of questions like "where did the time go?" and "what kind of person would i be without amanda or emilee or triniti or a combination of two of them or all three of them for that matter?" and i thought about everything that ive taught those girls and everything i want to teach them and everything that they've taught me or have yet to teach me. and i thought about hows there's just never enough time... and i cried. i cried a lot. then i blubbered a little. and now im crying again. helluva morning right? ive only been gone for a couple of weeks and it feels like forever. and im afraid. im afraid that when i do get home that amanda will be grown up and she wont need my help. and im afraid that emilee wont want to play cards or computer games with me anymore. and im afraid that triniti will develop her personality and she'll talk and listen and understand to her full potential and ill have missed it, or what's worse she wont remember me... and i cant stop crying. and now im pretty sure the built up homesickness has knocked me sideways at this point. and now i dun want to do anything. i dun want to learn to surf or go snorkeling. i just want to go take a shower and go back to bed. so... yea kate, you suck. but i love you. and i love the girls more than i could ever express and i miss you all so much. and you suck. lol. anyway i gotta go and get all cleaned up now before noah or his roommate sarah see me and think im all manic depressive or something and have me committed and then i go nuts from being committed and i never get out of the crazy house and i never go home. which would suck... just like kate sucks... lol. didnt think i get all emotional and shit on just my second entry did ya? i haven't even read the one kate did about emilee yet. lol. hope you din think kate was the only crazy one in the family... im pretty sure its genetic. talk back at ya'll later. peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13903596-111974072261323685?l=mybadass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybadass.blogspot.com/feeds/111974072261323685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13903596&amp;postID=111974072261323685' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13903596/posts/default/111974072261323685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13903596/posts/default/111974072261323685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybadass.blogspot.com/2005/06/kate-sucks.html' title='kate sucks'/><author><name>Ruthie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127544424055959069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b93/ruthier/Img_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13903596.post-111955435437045545</id><published>2005-06-23T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T17:24:37.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>well alright then! due to absolutely no creativity or work on my part i now have a blog. not only do i have a place where i can record my random intellectual moments *wink wink and waggle the eyebrows* (hence the name) but apparently i also have a famous blogging family member to live up to *cough* &lt;em&gt;kate&lt;/em&gt; *cough cough*... drum roll please... the one... the only... crazy kate! *the neon green "applause" light flicks on* "please, no pictures darling." as far as catching up with, and living up to, my big sis goes... well, uhh... thats highly unlikely because unfortunately im actually pretty damn internet illiterate. *sniffle* dun laugh, its actually quite sad. but i do what i can to get by. like, for example, having kate create my blog account with zeeeerrrrooo help from me. well, wait, thats not true... i provided the pictures. *beamingly produces a big smile as a ping flashes off of revealed white teeth* being helpful just what i do. *snicker* anyway just give me time and ill have a decent blog goin... and it might, just maybe... are you ready for this? be amusing. who knows? i'll see what i can do. and if you are or you were thinking "aww what a bitch, making her sister make her blog." dont be fooled! i din manipulate her into doin n e thing. shes the one who pushed me into the universe of blogging. especially after i told her i opened a "my space" account. now, now, folks dun be booing and throwing old tomatoes, thats not nice. "my space" isnt all that bad. we live n learn you know? ok, i think this is a good enough intro. and im spent! peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13903596-111955435437045545?l=mybadass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybadass.blogspot.com/feeds/111955435437045545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13903596&amp;postID=111955435437045545' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13903596/posts/default/111955435437045545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13903596/posts/default/111955435437045545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybadass.blogspot.com/2005/06/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>Ruthie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04127544424055959069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b93/ruthier/Img_0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
