<?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-10134609</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:53:56.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Chikkity.com!</title><subtitle type='html'>This is their world... I just live in it! This blog is designed to explore and promote personal expression while sharing my experiences, thoughts, photos and critiques with others who may or may not give a shit. "I would rather be a gear in a big deterministic physical machine than just some random swerving."  (Waking Life)  Humour me, raise your glasses and join me in this toast eau de Juliette.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-113252932485051390</id><published>2005-11-20T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T15:30:37.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of year again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c322/chikkity/Xmas_card_2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c322/chikkity/Xmas_card_2005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/882/770/1600/Christmas%20card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/882/770/320/Christmas%20card.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Our Christmas Card from This Year and Last Year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/10134609-113252932485051390?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/113252932485051390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/113252932485051390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of year again!'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-113177836017741928</id><published>2005-11-11T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T15:33:01.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is a thumbsucker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c322/chikkity/Londonsuckingthumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c322/chikkity/Londonsuckingthumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;She is a little thumbsucker already!! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Isn't that the cutest? Below you can see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;her little girl parts. So much for the big wee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;wee we all saw on the last ultrasound.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I should have guessed it was too big to be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;a pee pee. Umbilical cords! ha!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Already a trickster like her mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&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/10134609-113177836017741928?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/113177836017741928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/113177836017741928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/11/she-is-thumbsucker.html' title='She is a thumbsucker!'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-113177798841372075</id><published>2005-11-11T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T22:51:12.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here she is!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/882/770/1600/I_m_a_girl.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/882/770/320/I_m_a_girl.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-113177798841372075?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/113177798841372075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/113177798841372075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/11/here-she-is.html' title='Here she is!!'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-113151499496062873</id><published>2005-11-08T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:43:14.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Umm... Surprise...Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.babiesrus.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/chasondreams/itsagirl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snugglepie.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.snugglepie.com/ezb/296669.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I just got back from my 19 week ultrasound and they think my he is a SHE!!!!! Which is so funny because all along I wanted a girl, and convinced myself (said I *knew!*) it was a boy. At my last ultrasound (16 weeks) he was convinced it was a boy and a stacked one at that - the wee wee looked huge! Then a the very end of the ultrasound - he says - oh wait! That could be the umbilical cord I was seeing, but I still think it's a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;So I left, posted it's a boy, told all my family, REGISTERED for all boy stuff, and today there was NO wee wee in sight. She told me that she could not give me a 100% definitive answer, but what she saw was the three lines of labia and no wee wee. She did say the cord was in a place that could have caused some misunderstandings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I can't believe this. I have no clue what it is. I am leaning towards girl though since this ultrasound was at 19 weeks and she was convinced there was no penis! Can you guys believe this????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I know there is another person here in my shoes but this is killing me. What do you guys think? If you had to take a guess - should I believe this 2nd OB? My next appt is with someone else on the 28th. I guess they will be the one to call it...maybe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Confused mommy to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.baby-gaga.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev091pp___.png" alt="pregnancy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-113151499496062873?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/113151499496062873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/113151499496062873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/11/umm-surpriseagain.html' title='Umm... Surprise...Again!'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-112974632714726047</id><published>2005-10-19T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T11:27:40.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.babiesrus.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b57/JennyJ143/itsaboy.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/882/770/1600/16%20weeks%20blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/882/770/320/16%20weeks%20blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.baby-gaga.com/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev090pb___.png' alt='pregnancy calendar' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-112974632714726047?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/112974632714726047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/112974632714726047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/10/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!!'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-112697866525404932</id><published>2005-09-17T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T10:40:15.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't blink...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/882/770/1600/US_11weeks_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/882/770/320/US_11weeks_blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;or I might miss something. I sware things are growing sooo fast! Our little guy moves now. I just had an ultrasound at cedar sinai and as soon as we got picture the little guy started to dance.  As you can see in this photo his little ankles are crossed and he is waving hello.  Just 28 more weeks and look out world!  I am finally starting to get some energy back.  I am going to use my energy to start working out again during this trimester (#2).  I don't want to get to fat because I heard Preggy weight is the hardest to lose.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speaking of losing, we went bowling last night for Kimmy's 24th birthday and my hubby came in dead last.  Not like I am anyone who should be bragging.  I defeated him by just 1 point!  Man, I have never bowled so bad in my life.  But I have chopped up the losing streak to one thing and one thing only...sobriety!  I don't think I have bowled sober since I was like 12 years old.   I usually get quite a few strikes when I am tipsy.  Oooh, the good old days!  Some good friends, Paul and Jalila brought me back some Absynth from Amsterdam about a month ago before they knew about the little bean.  I can't wait to try it.  Maybe they will let me have some of that along with the demoral in the delivery room.  Oh, I am just kidding around with all of you baby activists!  I will have to wait until I am done nursing.  You know the funny thing is , even the thought of consuming liquor right now turns my stomach - but I sure missed it last night when my score suffered.  L8R!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-112697866525404932?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/112697866525404932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/112697866525404932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-cant-blink.html' title='I can&apos;t blink...'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-112697780909706925</id><published>2005-09-17T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T10:23:29.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not just a little bean anymore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/882/770/1600/US_10weeks_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/882/770/320/US_10weeks_blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As you can see by this photo, our little bean has grown quite a bit. This was taken at 10 weeks.  The nausea is getting a bit better now.  I do feel sick when I need to eat and I always need to eat.  I get so hungry at like 4 in the morning that I wake up my sweet hubby and place my order for breakfast.  Then when he gets up at six to get ready for work, he brings me breakfast in bed.  I know I got it made!  All of my jeans are getting tight.  :(  But the good news is I have only gained 2 lbs and I have been eating whatever I crave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-112697780909706925?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/112697780909706925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/112697780909706925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/09/not-just-little-bean-anymore.html' title='Not just a little bean anymore...'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-112473799478926206</id><published>2005-08-22T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T12:20:42.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Pregnant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/882/770/1600/juliesultrasound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/882/770/320/juliesultrasound.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, I had to post again today because I know that if I didn't, I may not for a while. I sware I am going to get better at updating this. Especially since now I have a laptop and can do it away from home. My life, as well as this blog is going to take a change in pace for the next 9 months (at least)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Aug 2nd, 2005, (my husband's birthday) we found out we are expecting a baby. It was the best present I could have given him! (besides the new high tech light for his bike so that he wont run into anymore shopping carts head on at night and almost kill himself! - long story for another time) The news was definitely a surprise and I did not know quite what to think or what my hubby would think so the whole situation was a bit scary. We watched the test develop together and he got this ear to ear smile so I just knew everything would be okay. I mean no woman wants to hear the dreaded words, "Well, what are you going to do about it?" Not like my baby would ever say such a thing, but I am glad things went so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With everything we hae been through lately, this little life is such a beautiful thing to focus on. I really feel blessed. SO the pregnancy thing IS a bit stressful. My first ultrasound showed that I was 5 weeks 5days or so and we saw the gestational sac, yolk, and fetal pole but no heartbeat. That was awful. My doctor was sounding like the Peanut's teachers "wa wa wa" when he explained how early it was still, 1 out of 5 pregnancies end in miscarriage, and we may be able to see the heartbeat next week. I think all I heard was the word miscarriage because I was a complete stressball for the longest five days of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went back for the 2nd ultrasound 5 days later (last Tuesday) and the baby measured just over six weeks with a strong and visible heartbeat. It was SO exciting! The little flickering on the monitor was the most amazing thing I have ever seen on screen! Remember, I was a film major. And I KNOW good celluloid. I go back for the next showing in three weeks (Sept. 6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So here are the FAQ:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Were we planning this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are we happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yes. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are we ready for a baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hell no, but we will be the best parents ever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morning sickness? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not really.  Just sick to my tummy when I wait too long to eat. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;New strange cravings? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mushrooms. (I used to hate them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aversions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OJ - I can't even be near the stuff. Other symptoms? My big boobs are getting bigger and they HURT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emotional? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I turn into the exorcist if awakened and the news makes me cry.  My poor husband!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/882/770/1600/juliesultrasound.jpg"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; are some pictures of our little bean so far. I just know it's a boy. My trusted psychic told me so and I have no scientific proof. Just a gut feeling. Feel free to place your bets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-112473799478926206?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/112473799478926206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/112473799478926206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-pregnant.html' title='I&apos;m Pregnant!'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-112473624924135059</id><published>2005-08-22T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T11:44:09.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Again, as usual.  I know I know.  I am so terrible at this whole blogger thing I should probably just shut it down.  I have recieved a few emails wondering what the heck happened with the whole melanoma thing and asking if I am okay.  The answer is:  On June 24th I has surgery.  The did a WLE (wide excision) of the tumor and after studying the tissue, they did not find any more cancer.  For that I am relieved.  I have terrible anxiety and always think my freckles and moles now are melanoma and have had many more removed just for the pathology reports to come back negative for cancer.  So now I am focusing my attention on reducing my stress and staying positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They think I am basically "cured" of the melanoma, although the doctors cannot tell me that 100% for sure, because melanoma is one of the most aggressive and mysterious cancers that can come back in other places.  Although, with the stage I was diagnosed with "stage 1," that is considered rare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about this experience and hope that it doesn't return.  But I am doing my best to not think about these things, or at least not to obsess about it because my doctors have warned me about the threat of stress and told me I will end up creating problems that are not there.  After all, more people die of stress than melanoma each year.  That is something to remember!  From now on, I will not be writing about the melanoma thing anymore in efforts to move forward.  However, if you are a melanoma survivor or have been recently diagnosed with melanoma, and wish to talk, please feel free to email me.  I hope my story has been able to shed some light on the issue.  Now on to more fun topics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-112473624924135059?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/112473624924135059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/112473624924135059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while!'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-111843237393037902</id><published>2005-06-10T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T12:39:33.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/2956/640/republican.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/2956/200/republican.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Republican Official Seal - how perfect is this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-111843237393037902?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/111843237393037902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/111843237393037902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/06/republican-official-seal-how-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-111826072690219631</id><published>2005-06-08T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T12:58:46.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Your Tissue Box Handy: A Curve Ball I Never Expected...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have not posted in some time. I have been dealing with something both scary and eye opening. I was diagnosed with Melanoma. For those of you whom are unfamiliar with this disease, it is the most deadly type of skin cancer. It is an aggressive and fast spreading cancer that accounts for only 4 percent of all skin cancer but 80 percent of all skin cancer deaths. About a year ago or so, I noticed a mole one morning after tanning the night before in a tanning salon. It looked much different from all of my other moles. It was about two inches under my belly button, and two inches to the left. It looked different because it was bigger than all of my other moles and really dark - almost black. Literally, one day it was not there and the next day it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I became concerned over time due to all of the cancer that runs in my family. My mother died of cancer a few of years ago (a rare stomach cancer) and she was also blind at the age of three due to another type of cancer caller retino blastoma. (My mother is my hero, and one day I would love to make a movie about her. She raised me all on her own, completely blind. She worked hard, took care of those she loved and definitely touched many loves. She was a brilliant woman and I could literally write a book. - One day I just might.) My grandmother is ill with breast cancer that has spread to her lungs, brain, etc. And my grandfather is ill with kidney cancer that has spread to his lungs and heart. So you can understand my suspicion about this mole. I am actually quite the hypochondriac and think I have cancer, brain tumors, the whole nine quite often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I went to the doctor about six months ago to get a referral to a dermatologist to get the mole checked out. I never went. I don’t know if it was the fact that I was so busy, or I just did not want to think about it or face what it may turn out to be. This was a mistake. I ended up recently calling my doctor to get the referral again (I have an HMO and referrals and waiting are congruent to everything HMO’s stand for). I went to the dermatologist a few weeks ago and I had the fucker biopsied. I waited and waited and I did not hear back so I figured no news was good news as I was advised by the doctor. I had finally started to feel better and forget about the whole ordeal when I got the call. I was in the middle of an ADR session (voiceover corrective recording session) for Pervert, my recent film and BAM! My stomach dropped to my knees and I HAD CANCER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I had to do an hour or so more of voice recording so I literally had to put it out of my mind (which was impossible) in order to get through the session. I did not quite understand my diagnosis until I got home and was able to call the doctors office back and ask a few questions. “So, I have skin cancer?” “How bad is it?” “What kind of skin cancer is it?” “AM I GOING TO DIE?” I got some interesting responses which included but are not limited to… “Yes, you have cancer. It is the absolute worse kind of cancer usually caused my sun damage. The doctor thinks we caught it early. You probably wont die.” Holy Shit! Probably? SO there is a chance I will die from this fucking cancerous mole? And I am to blame for all of those years of tanning and vanity? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I immediately began researching and googling everything I could find on melanoma, survival rates, treatments etc. This scared me to death and was a HUGE mistake! I found out that if the cancer has spread to my lymph nodes the survival rate drops to less than 35 percent for five years. There is literally a slim to none chance that any treatments will work because it does not respond to chemo or radiation and my only hope would be interferon, which is less than unlikely. Every time I went online I would begin balling again and assuming the worst. To sum it all up which is hard to do, my melanoma is approximately 0.53 millimeters deep which is a Clarks Level II/III. What does that mean? Well, that it is probably a stage one and I may be able to recover. The doctors have told me this is simply a preliminary diagnosis and they wont know exactly how big the tumor is until they study the tissue/fat/skin etc. around where the mole was, after surgery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Since I found out I have gone in for more biopsies (had a few other large moles removed for analysis), went to see and oncologist, met with the surgeon and I am currently awaiting the results of the other biopsies. They have to remove about the size of a small apple from my stomach where the cancer was found. As an actress, I am not stoked about the way it might look and affect my confidence but as a human, I just want the cancer gone and will do anything to be able to live! Things that seemed so important to me before (my looks, what others think, being tan, thin, pretty, traffic, pimples, criticism, not getting roles I want, etc.) just fell through the cracks and I don’t have time for any of that irrelevance in my life any longer. My husband was complaining about the traffic when we were on the way to the beach (to take my mind away from the cancer) and I said “Honey, I only wish I will be around to sit in 20 more years of LA traffic.” That pretty much sums up how I am feeling everything the past few weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My husband has been my rock. So supportive and strong. I could not do this without him and even with the cancer I feel like the luckiest woman alive. My family and friends have all come through and shown their support and I have received more blessings, prayers and wishes than I probably deserve. I have reached out to those I have not spoken to in a while and re-connected with so many people I lost touch with. In a way this ordeal has brought a lot of positivity to my life and I am so thankful for those around me. Speaking of positivity, that is what I am working on. I am trying to act, speak, and most importantly THINK positive because I think that is the only way I am going to make it through and come out on top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am waiting for the surgeon to call me back with my surgery date. I am waiting for my biopsy results. I am waiting for better news. Waiting is the worst and most difficult part. I am lucky to have the part time gigs that I do (nannying and bookkeeping/admin work) for my employers are understanding, patient, supportive and are exactly what I need during this time. I will continue working at my jobs. My full time job search has permanently ceased and I am going to focus on reaching my dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I want to thank everyone around me once again for all the thoughts, prayers, flowers and blessings. There is definitely something to be said for collective energy and healing. I will be adding updates as often as possible about my appointments, test results, surgery and everything melanoma. I have a feeling my blog has taken a slightly new and more serious direction for a while, but I am hoping that everything will return to normal someday soon and I can get back to the silliness and fun of wasting time. I have a feeling though that I may be taking my time a lot more seriously and if I make it through I am going to begin doing the things I want to do and need to do to be truly happy. I am going to pursue my goals more actively and love more deeply than ever. Forget what I just said about starting when this is over. I am going to start now. There is no time like the present and there is no promise of tomorrow. All my love! - Chikkity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-111826072690219631?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/111826072690219631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/111826072690219631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/06/get-your-tissue-box-handy-curve-ball-i.html' title='Get Your Tissue Box Handy: A Curve Ball I Never Expected...'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-111635277756638783</id><published>2005-05-17T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T11:04:54.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/2956/640/DSC016071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 238px; height: 315px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/2956/200/DSC016071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Come back! Don't forget to bring your death certificate!" This little lady is located at the end of the haunted mansion ride at &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.disneyland.com"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/a&gt;. Now this is the happiest place on earth...with brownies!&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/10134609-111635277756638783?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/111635277756638783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/111635277756638783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/05/come-back-dont-forget-to-bring-your.html' title=''/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-111621831247918850</id><published>2005-05-15T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T21:40:06.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/2956/640/salem%20hooodie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/2956/200/salem%20hooodie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My cat Salem is pretty in pink.  (and yes SHE loves the hoodie too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-111621831247918850?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/111621831247918850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/111621831247918850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-cat-salem-is-pretty-in-pink.html' title=''/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-111621825256742769</id><published>2005-05-15T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T21:39:33.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/2956/640/heroin%2021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/2956/200/heroin%2021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-111621825256742769?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/111621825256742769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/111621825256742769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/05/it-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-111621814093659376</id><published>2005-05-15T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T21:39:07.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/2956/640/D%20Brownies1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/2956/200/D%20Brownies1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We made brownies this weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-111621814093659376?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/111621814093659376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/111621814093659376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/05/we-made-brownies-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-111544175917181115</id><published>2005-05-06T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T21:55:59.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a girl and it rawks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Today was a good day!  Sometimes being an attractive female really pays off.  It definitely doesn't suck.  The construction guy hollar gets old real quick, but getting the dents and scratches on my car fixed for free is fantabulous!    To make a long story short... I went for an estimate for a couple imperfections on my ride.  Ok, more like straight up flaws caused by carelessness and my short attention span.  The body shop (which shall remain nameless)  agreed to do the job, cover my comprehensive deductible and add a couple of bonus features! All they want in return is a signed headshot!  Anyway, I know they will be get rewarded kindly from my insurance company - so it's not exactly free.  At least I don't have to pay anything out of my pocket and my car will look new again!  I mean, shit!  We pay so much damn money to have full coverage on our cars INCASE of damage, but usually never cash in!  Insurance companies are thieves so I am taking them for a ride!  I feel a lot better now that I am finally getting something back for all the dough I put in their pot!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then the manager of Enterprise picked me up from the body shop and took me to get a rental.  He let me pick any car off of the lot and then lowered the daily rate to what my insurance would cover. (which isn't much)  I picked a Sebring.  It drives really nice.  Then the manager called Ford and got me a full refund for a tail light I purchased a couple of days before since the body shop guy said he could get me one for free.  That saved me another 80 bucks!  YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sorry for bragging, but it's just so unusual for me to be so positive and for things to go so smoothly.  I thought this whole car thing would be a hassle.  So my plans for this week are:  1)  Take the rental on as many long trips as time allows (since the mileage is unlimited and I don't want to put the wear on my own vehicle)  2) Go on my three job interviews (there is one I really want to get!  The interview is on Tuesday, but I refuse to talk about it just yet) and 3) Complete my ADR sessions for Pervert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lastly,  I will leave you with some words of wisdom: Temptation Kills (or at least  brakes the bank)  if you have no will power like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1)  Don't go to the grocery store if you are stoned or starving! (Grocery shopping is always trippy in a bad way if you are high)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2)  Don't go to a strip bar when you are feeling horny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3)  Never show your desperation or excitement at a dealership!  Be cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS.  Send some good vibes to my grandparents for good health!  They are really going through a lot right now and I believe in the power of collective caring!  Thanks for your time and energy in advance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-111544175917181115?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/111544175917181115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/111544175917181115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-just-girl-and-it-rawks.html' title='I&apos;m just a girl and it rawks!'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-111506916988111370</id><published>2005-05-02T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T14:26:09.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother wants you and your cell phone number!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That's right! You heard it here (maybe not first) today! Big brother may be calling you on your mobile phone sooner than you think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Our lovely government gave the okay for the National Directory of cell phone numbers to be published to the public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Once this happens telemarketers will have access to your cell phone number. This will be extremely disruptive. These calls will also use your cellular Minutes. In a few weeks, cell phone numbers are being released to Telemarketing companies and you will start to receive sales calls. To prevent this call this number from your cell phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;888-382-1222&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. It is the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;National DO NOT CALL list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;" It blocks your number for 5 years. For further questions visit this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.fcc.gov/cgb/donotcall"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do yourself a favor and act now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-111506916988111370?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/111506916988111370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/111506916988111370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/05/big-brother-wants-you-and-your-cell.html' title='Big Brother wants you and your cell phone number!'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-111402550441347597</id><published>2005-04-20T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T09:24:12.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, I am still alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know I haven't posted in a long time, but that is all about to change. I have been reading some really creative and well written postings on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.dagger138.blogspot.com/"&gt;D. Daggers Presents...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; so I thought I would take a moment to update mine. I gave all my friends the URL to my blog and said to check it frequently for my thoughts and updates on what the hell I am doing these days and I LIED!!! So you must be thinking, "clearly she has stopped thinking and has no life." Well that is only half true. I have been so very busy. Plus I just moved to a great place in Toluca Lake, CA. We just finished unpacking and I have been working on my beautiful new garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/2956/200/Garden%20Pansy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/2956/200/Garden%20Pansy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have come to the decision that I may need to get a real job too.  I have this BA in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.ucsb.edu/"&gt;film studies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so I might as well put it to some good use...making a shit load of money doing something in the industry. (yah right! Starting pay at any company is peanuts) I have been wearing myself out working 3 part time gigs and still struggling to get by. Okay, I will just quit the pet sitting thing. Then, I should be good. Plus I want one of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.chestateeford.com/images/Picture/2004/November/2005-Ford_GT-Mustang_silver.jpg"&gt;these!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Don't worry folks; I have not given up on my acting career.  My recent film &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.pervertthemovie.com/"&gt;PERVERT!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is moving forward and has signed with a MAJOR producer rep who truly believes in the film. Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.pervertthemovie.com/trailer.html"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to see the trailer. I finally got a chance to view the almost finished product myself and it was funny as hell! The whole theater laughed their asses off. Soon I will be back in the studio recording the final &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.imdb.com/Glossary/A"&gt;ADR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and then the sound should be locked. The publicity campaign is set to begin in the very near future. So look for my boobs on a billboard near you. :) Although, I am not sure they will fit alongside Mary Carey's tiggolbitties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.pervertthemovie.com/images/downloads/Wallpaper_julieSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.pervertthemovie.com/images/set_photos/set19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Speaking of publicity, I am currently seeking a manager, a publicist and possibly even a new agent. So this search, along with working my three part time gigs, and my desire to find one stable part time job (impossible) within the entertainment industry (while working on my dreams) is going to keep me busy. Now if that wasn’t a run on sentence, I don’t know what is. But it sums up where I am in a nutshell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now if your clicking thirst has not yet been quenched and you want to hear a really good song by an amazing upcoming artist then click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.isound.com/music/whitney_steele/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-111402550441347597?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/111402550441347597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/111402550441347597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/04/yep-i-am-still-alive.html' title='Yep, I am still alive.'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-111014736489850433</id><published>2005-03-06T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T13:01:28.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays thought:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I want a dog.  But I live in a freakin' apartment.  I have cats and I love them.  But still, I want a dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-111014736489850433?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/111014736489850433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/111014736489850433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/03/sundays-thought.html' title='Sundays thought:'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-110948053873119806</id><published>2005-02-26T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T21:02:18.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza and Bills don't mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I saw a coyote today while throwing the frisbee around at Griffith Park.  After we treated ourselves to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.gayot.com/restaurantpages/LosAngelesInfo.php?tag=LARES040609&amp;code="&gt;Hard Times Pizza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  You may have had a slice of Pizza, but not like this.  It rocks! I just paid my bills for the first time online.  I don't know why I had never done it before, but I have seen the light.  Now I can procrastinate til the last second without having to worry about the 3-5 business day head for mailing.  Sweet!  For someone who hates paying bills, I seem to be a bit too excited about this.  But hey, it has been said that I seem to enjoy cleaning house as well.   Well, I have to go find the Beaver for supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-110948053873119806?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/110948053873119806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/110948053873119806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/02/pizza-and-bills-dont-mix.html' title='Pizza and Bills don&apos;t mix'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-110941029376481917</id><published>2005-02-26T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T09:23:27.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ok, I just spent way too much of my time learning HTML so that I can modify and add cool shit to my blog. My eyes hurt now. I have had a really long day which consisted of: eating a good breakfast, getting stoned, going to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.tarpits.org/"&gt;La Brea Tarpits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.cantersdeli.com/aboutcanters/"&gt;Canters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, getting desert at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.portosbakery.com/"&gt;Portos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (YUM!), watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0379217/"&gt;Coffee and Cigarettes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (again...unfortunately), beating my hubby at Monopoly(yes, the little iron kicks ass!), doing the dirty, getting stoned and spending 3 hours looking at this computer screen. That's all folks. Now if the Strattera lets me sleep, I will be in perfect shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-110941029376481917?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/110941029376481917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/110941029376481917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/02/friday-fest.html' title='Friday Fest'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-110928279308531944</id><published>2005-02-24T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T14:07:16.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>contra DICK shuns SUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In life we are always told to always expect curve balls, but never told how to prepare for utter disappointment. We are told to raise our standards, but lower our expectations. What the hell is that supposed to mean. Is there a formula to this? Can someone teach me the proofs?? As much as I hate contradictory philosophy, it sure keeps things interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-110928279308531944?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/110928279308531944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/110928279308531944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/02/contra-dick-shuns-suck.html' title='contra DICK shuns SUCK'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-110897335913754316</id><published>2005-02-21T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T00:10:12.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have taken the blue pill!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mekate.com/noticias/2003/07_julio/eua-strattera-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.mekate.com/noticias/2003/07_julio/eua-strattera-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:EKJ8_aDW0iMJ:www.newideas.net/assets/alternative_med3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:EKJ8_aDW0iMJ:www.newideas.net/assets/alternative_med3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-110897335913754316?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/110897335913754316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/110897335913754316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-should-have-taken-blue-pill.html' title='I should have taken the blue pill!'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-110897266297551713</id><published>2005-02-20T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T23:57:42.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning:  Bitching ahead!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All I wanna do tonight is freakin' play Monopoly.  It's raining outside and yes, I am in a boardgame not "boredgame" kinda mood.  The  problem is this; not only is it raining, but its very cloudy as well. And all the attention span my husband can muster up is being spent generously on blanking out while looking at the television.  Ahhhh!  I am stuck in this stir crazy mental state and the only thing I can do is write about it.  I somehow thought this might fix my need to " always be doing something " but it didn't work.  Oh well, I will increase my Strattera dose tomorrow anyway!  If that doesn't work, I will go right back to being crazy and impulsive!  Either way I know I will be fine.  But right now...I just wanna fucking play some Monopoly? Any takers??  But,  I get to be the little iron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-110897266297551713?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/110897266297551713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/110897266297551713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/02/warning-bitching-ahead.html' title='Warning:  Bitching ahead!'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-110816585136919461</id><published>2005-02-11T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T15:54:11.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I have new brakes! So now if I die in a horrific car accident I won’t be able to blame my screechy warn out brakes. I would probably have myself to blame for speeding like a bat out of hell. No, I am really working on that one too. Intuition is a strange occurrence and I believe our instincts exist for a reason. Everyone has a story. You have one, I have one, we all have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the story… “if I didn’t mysteriously wake up and get out of my bed at 7:55am before my alarm went off 8:00am I would have been crushed by my dresser that toppled onto my bed at 7:59am when the earthquake hit,” “if I hadn’t decided for some odd reason that I felt like taking an alternate route home I would have been involved in that 15 car pile up,” or “if I left the office at the usual time missed that important phone call and the radio station would have given the concert tickets to someone else.” What I am referring to here is that last scenario; the positive that I could have missed out on if my day worked out any differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never be caught dead waiting around in a mechanics office while my car is being repaired. It’s simply not my style to wait for anything. I, like most people am always in a rush. Because the mechanic could not fix my brakes on Saturday, because the shop was 50 miles away and I had nobody to take me, I had to sit in the waiting room for FOUR hours while my brakes got fixed. I brought my portable dvd player, my taxes, some reading material, my lunch and my phone but I did not get to any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unlikely lady at the counter, Mary (the mechanics wife and shop co-owner) changed my life. The four hours seemed like 20 minutes and I am so thankful that things did not work out like I had wanted because if I was not forced to slow the fuck down for a minute (or 4 hours) I would have missed it! And I am talking more than concert tickets folks! As a college grad and overall intelligent being, I am constantly analyzing and questioning everything and anything. I usually enjoy having an inquisitive mind, but today, for quite possibly the first time ever, I got it. I get it! And everything is going to be just fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Worrying about N. Korea is not going to change things. It is out of my hands so I am just going to relax and enjoy my days here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-110816585136919461?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/110816585136919461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/110816585136919461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/02/slow-down.html' title='Slow Down!'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-110755527668212540</id><published>2005-02-04T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T14:32:26.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is my birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/2956/640/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/2956/200/birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Happy Birthday to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So it's my birthday again. Everything changes when you are an adult. The world does not slow down and acknowledge your birthday after the age of 18. I remember the good ole days of birthday parties, decorations, tons of presents, cake with your favorite cartoon characters and another reason to spend a whole day being selfish. Me! Me! Me! I have no classes to go to all dressed to impress, ready to receive my happy birthday balloons and enjoy all the fuss made by my teachers and classmates. Birthdays are a strange phenomenon anyway. As you get older they just become an annual reminder that you aren't getting any younger. When you/re young you always look forward to birthdays and what each year will bring…driving when you are 16, college when you’re 18 and drinking when you’re 21 (or in my case 17 when I got my first fake ID). But after all of that good stuff, what is there to look forward to? Today I woke up and I did not feel any different than I felt yesterday. Just slightly more depressed about the velocity of a lifespan. The days seem short and the nights seem even shorter. Don’t get me wrong, I feel very lucky to have this life and I know it could be much worse. All of this energy I spent bitching about my birthday could be much better invested if I attempt to live each of my days to the fullest, right? But my OCD will take over and I will always revert back to the question that plagues me each night as I stare up at my ceiling, just before my departure into a timeless journey throughout dreamland, “How many days do I have left?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-110755527668212540?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/110755527668212540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/110755527668212540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/02/today-is-my-birthday.html' title='Today is my birthday!'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10134609.post-110748075648095597</id><published>2005-02-03T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T21:58:36.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I am a mod...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/S/shanachie/1050033718_topmodboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/S/shanachie/1050033718_topmodboys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Says this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://quizilla.com/users/shanachie/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20Sixties%20Person%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (What kind of sixties person are you?) I took online earlier. It is interesting because of all the decades I could relate to most, I consider the 1960's at the very top of the list. Although, I have to say, I saw myself more as a flower child than a mod. I guess that probably has to do with my love for The Doors and pot. But I sure have love for the Beatles, so the results may be accurate. Whenever I watch documentary footage of the sixties or listen to music from that era I almost feel nostalgic. It's kind of like I get retroactive deja vu or something. Is that weird for someone born in the eighties? I often wonder if anyone else experiences the same thing. It could be an aspect of prior life experiences sticking to you soul after reincarnation or just plain old wishful thinking. I mean, how awesome would it have been to attend Woodstock circa 1969? Lucky bastards! This blog thing is kind of cool and I am really going to try to update it regularly. I am a lazy flake much of the time so it will be amusing to see how it actually pans out. Help me keep this going by posting your comments!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10134609-110748075648095597?l=chikkity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/110748075648095597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10134609/posts/default/110748075648095597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikkity.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-i-am-mod.html' title='So I am a mod...'/><author><name>chikkity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLqVevZ82Ng/SORiQgZGOSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Ye8cjDIkEhk/S220/m_b2f88b9c0475f025ea1cc1b1f3108f96.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
